#ikepri headcanons

[aquagirl1978]

Hellooooo! Can I request HCs for Chevalier, Yves and Licht with a really ticklish MC please? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for this request, anon - this idea was too cute, I had to write this and I think it pulled me from my writer's block.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTIONS TO A TICKLISH MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

It could barely be considered morning when you were still cuddling with Chevalier under a cocoon of blankets.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped around your torso. His breathing rhythmic and soft in your ear.

His hand drifted along your ribcage. Until he found it. Your ticklish spot.

You knew your lover well -- he was a bully who took pleasure in tormenting you.

You had done well hiding this secret; while he had touched you in this spot before in past, it had been while you were in the throes of passion and well, your body and mind were elsewhere.

If Chevalier were to discover you had a ticklish spot, you'd be a goner. He'd torture you. Forever.

Covering your mouth, you feigned a yawn. It was still early enough, he could still be sleepy enough that he couldn't discern the soft giggle hidden in your yawn.

When he made no sound, you let out a sigh of relief and considered yourself safe.

Until he touched you again. This time, his thumb stroked your skin roughly, much like how he so often tickled your tongue.

Squirming in his arms, you clamped your mouth shut. Praying.

The bed sheets ruffled, and before you knew it, you found yourself lying on your back, a pair of ice blue eyes piercing yours.

With his eyes locked on yours, he tickled you again, his smile smug as he watched your expression.

"You're enjoying this too much," you huffed in between peals of laughter. Writhing under his ministrations, your eyes never left his, watching his expression with as much interest as he was yours.

"Indeed. And so are you." He gave you a knowing smile as he lightened his touch, giving you a much needed reprieve. "Lucky for you," he added, his grin turning wicked, "I have no where to be today."

Yves' head was resting on your chest, your heart still racing, your bodies still coming down from their highs.

He was idly tracing circles on your skin with his fingertip, the sensation soothing, helping slow your breaths.

His pinky finger grazed your arm. It was an unintentional touch, gentle on your skin. But it was enough to get a reaction.

Instinctively, you pulled your arm away.

Yves lifted his eyes to meet yours, pulling his hand away. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you whispered back, "it's just, ah....I'm a bit ticklish there."

Yves gazed at you curiously, and returned his hand to where it was. He rubbed your arm, testing to see your reaction.

"Don't move," he said as he continued to tease you. Waiting...

"There..." he whispered, pleased when you began to laugh. It was light and free, much like a child's.

When you caught him smiling at you, you turned your face, your cheeks feeling flush.

Removing his hand from your arm, he tilted your chin with his thumb, wanting to see your face.

"Don't look away. I love your laughter and your smile."

"You have a petal in your hair. Lemme get it..."

Licht lifted his hand towards your ear to brush away the stray pink petal, his thumb inadvertadly grazing your neck.

"Are you...?"

"Ticklish?" You finished his sentence in between a bubbly burst of giggles. "Yes. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been ticklish there."

"Interesting," Licht commented in his soft voice, his crimson eyes fixed upon the column of your neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, fully exposing your neck to him. He pressed his thumb along your sensitive skin, searching for that special spot. Waiting for your laughter to tell him when he's found it.

"There..." He continued to stroke your skin lightly, the touch just enough to get you laughing.

Your sweet laugh was infectious, enough to make Licht laugh with you.

After he removed his hand from your neck, you missed it immediately. It was an odd spot to be ticklish, one that wasn't often tickled, but you liked it when he did it.

Most likely because it was Licht who was doing the tickling.

Once you both stopped giggling, you took his hands in yours.

"Are you ticklish, Licht?"

He thought for a moment. " I dunno." He gazed into your eyes, a soft smile spread on his lips. He lifted your joined hands and placed your palms on his chest. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

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[romance-rambles]

concept: in an alternate universe where the three princes arrive in rhodolite after emma leaves, five years after chevalier's coronation, silvio ricci—"mr. secretly a caring brother"—decides to take a stroll around the capital to clear his mind.

he's been trying to find valerio for ages, and he'd briefly thought that maybe his brother is still in rhodolite, but for whatever reason, he can't seem to get any leads. after making the questionable decision to drink, he ends up wandering into the bustling markets of the city.

a pair of brothers catches his gaze. the older one is buying the younger one a treat—and really, they can't be too old. silvio has had little interaction with kids, but he'd guess them to be around the early teens. and it makes him think of how he was never able to do anything like that for valerio.

naturally, in the middle of cursing his brother out, he happens to hear a vaguely familiar voice professing his love for some woman named emma. he has to rub his eyes to make sure he's seeing things right and—

yup, blonde hair, blue eyes. an earring. the face of a man he loathes, though not as much as his mother.

and in front of his kneeling self—

a clearly pregnant woman who looks on, with amusement glittering in her brown eyes as she gracefully accepts the offered rose. silvio thinks he might be going insane.

"emma" then proceeds to pull him up and the lady selling flowers giggles about how wonderful it is that they're so in love. the guy from the stall next door hollers about how, since it's rio, it's to be expected.

they leave and silvio does not follow them.

what silvio does do is go back to his room in the castle and punch the wall, unable to figure out how he should feel about the fact that valerio is married with a kid on the way. one thing's for sure though:

emidio must not know.

so, silvio packs up and leaves for benitoite, and in about two years, even those in rhodolite whisper about how the second prince attempted to commit treason—and admitted, in a fit of rage, that he was the one who sent valerio to die.

(for this, the king begrudgingly thanks silvio and offers to make him king. but silvio pretends he hasn't already found valerio and vows to find him.)

then, silvio returns to rhodolite.

and finds out that the child valerio's wife was carrying was their second child, after a brat who happens to be the splitting image of valerio overhears asking about "rio" and "emma".

this kid is nothing less than a blabbermouth. within thirty minutes, silvio's aware of his history and "rio"'s too. he knows that valerio's second born is a girl, that he's disappointed that neither of his two children look like his wife, and that they'll probably not stop at two kids. he knows that the kid's name is elliott, that he's named to match the first letter of his mom's name—it's the same for his sister, who is named rhys, after his dad.

and yet, despite the fact that being armed with this seemingly useless knowledge comorts him, he's too much of a coward to try and approach valerio. after all, emidio's dead. valerio seems happier than he ever was in the benitoite's court. isn't it selfish to drag valerio back solely for silvio's pride?

(a part of him is also jealous of elliot's long list of uncles, who he suspects to be rhodolite's princes—most frequent are nokto, yves, leon, clavis, and luke. sometimes, jin and licht. chevalier, surprisingly, does ask after him and rhys, but never visits. sariel keeps tabs on them, just in case)

so he runs before his sister-in-law arrives to take elliot home.

and rinse and repeat. days bleed into weeks and he's not keen about letting them bleed into months, even if he views elliott as a "second chance."

but he doesn't have to.

valerio comes to him.

apparently, he's seen silvio hanging around his son. his wife is delighted that elliott's made a friend, even if he is older than she'd hoped for, and also a bit concerned about silvio's identity, so she wanted to invite him to dinner.

unfortunately, elliott told rio about how silvio once told him to cherish and protect his sister. he said that he couldn't protect his brother from getting hurt, and that he hopes valerio is happy.

the names are what tipped rio off.

there was other identifying information too, but rio already had his memories. the names were all he needed.

you see, he'd started having an inkling of his identity when emma was belle. he'd been pouring over some texts about benitoite and he thought some of it felt strangely familiar. but he kept those thoughts hidden because he was afraid of letting emma know. it was when emidio was arrested that his memoried fully started coming back.

[we now take a brief intermission to talk about how rio married the love of his life:

emma, whilst fretting over her uncontrollable feelings, is looking at the "engagement ring". rio comes in, and for a moment, they simply stare at each other.

then rio correctly guesses that this is something he had on him before. emma confides in him that she thinks it's an engagement ring, which causes rio to realize why she would push him away.

he tells her that he has no interest in returning home. he wanted to die, after all. it's likely nothing was waiting for him. and, if it is an engagement ring, he probably bought it because he knew he'd be meeting the love of his life soon (this makes her hit him on the shoulder). rio thinks he likely wasn't engaged at all.

this causes emma to decide that she wants to be selfish, even if it means living with that kind of guilt.

the rest is history.]

rio: "i really don't want you to meet emma...what if you fall in love with her? she's so pretty, i can see it happening."

silvio: "huh? why would—"

rio: "...but i need someone to testify that i wasn't engaged before i lost my memories. i didn't have a lover either. my wife's been holding onto this misconception, so i want to clear it up immediately."

silvio takes it for the olive branch it is. everyone and their grandmothers know that he's been searching for valerio. it's really no surprise that rio would realize his intentions.

the next night, he joins rio and his family for dinner. silvio brings flowers for emma and gifts for each of the munchkins, and for rio, he shoves a bottle of wine at him. his reddened ears don't have the luxury of returning to normal because elliott starts pointing out how his ears are super red. they have an enjoyable dinner, after which emma reintroduces herself as his sister-in-law and they confirm that they'll hold off on telling elliott, like silvio wants them to.

silvio is a coward though, so he tells elliott on literally the last day of his stay in rhodolite. elliott makes him promise to come back soon, and rio and emma, who are there to pick elliott up, reveal that they might go visit silvio instead.

[this is because someone manages to spill silvio's secret to the king. which means rio would need to establish himself to better protect his family.]

#headcanons by aya #ricci brothers #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #rio ortiz #ikepri rio #ikemen prince rio #ikepri emma #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri headcanons #listen...i'm in love with their relationship #in his own route and even rio's he's surprisingly ride or die for his brother #now imagine what could be if they didn't have such a terrible first meeting #and emidio is dead and silvio's had time to sort out his feelings #i'm a simple woman: i just want au emma/rio and silvio being a good grumpy uncle #cybird...please give me more rio & silvio content

[riveranova]

(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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[maries-gallery]

enemies to lovers with silvio ricci

I had an idea and I feel like this is a gift to all the haters grown lovers of Silvio Ricci. This is for US!

genre: enemies to lovers, nsfw, fluff, mdni

warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader

star banner by the lovely @/saradika

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Silvio hates you with a burning passion. It is not only the fact you are his brother's best friend, although that makes you annoying enough as it is. It's your attitude and the fact you stand up to him, the fact you snarl and bite back. It's the fact you puff out your chest and face him without backing down. It's the fact he cannot control you, the fact you are not like he thought you'd be. 

Malleable and easily corrupted by money. 

So when he ends up stuck with you on his boat thanks to a terrible stroke of luck? He thinks his chance couldn't get any worse.

You're a pain in the ass. Always there, wherever he goes, and it feels like he cannot grasp a hint of peace on his own boat. You ask questions and silly ones at that, you fight with him and question everything he says... 

You are insufferable. But somehow these are still not the most annoying things about you. 

Maybe what Silvio hates the most is how you hate him too, and how part of him wishes you'd give him a chance. Maybe it's the way you look at him, all fire and spice, a gaze that tugs at his centre and flares the heat in his chest. 

Maybe he just hates how he wants you. How he craves your attention and aches for your smiles to be directed at him, instead of these resentful scowls and frowns he always gets. 

And this time, as you stand before him, tall and proud in spite of your smaller stature, Silvio’s blood boils and for a moment he forgets himself, grabbing your face to make you look at him. His eyes flicker with both flames of anger and a burning desire to shut you up with his lips on yours. 

“What are you-” 

He leans over you, a threatening shadow that spills over you yet leaves you feeling neither scared nor endangered. His body so close to your own sparks fly between the two of you, his face so close too, you taste his breath on your tongue. 

He is glad the two of you are the only ones on his ship. Glad no one is here to witness his tough facade crumbling for you. 

“Who do you think you are talking to?” He hisses, words that are meant to cut through you like a blade but that instead light a spark of something wild and passionate inside of you. 

A spark that turns into a wildfire the moment he decides he’s had enough of your talking, of your attitude and of the constant attraction you exert over him. 

His lips crash over yours, in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. One that steals the air from your lungs and has your core melting in a pool of ardent need. Hate bleeds into desire as your hands tear at his clothes, shaking with pent up frustration and residual anger. 

“You fucking annoy me, you know that?” You spit through gritted teeth, lips brushing over his as he claims them for another bruising kiss. And you forget about the sea around you, about the endless land of bottomless blue that sways the both of you. 

Your back crashes against a wall, a gasp falling from your lips as Silvio’s hands spread on the wall on both sides of your head, caging you and pinning you under his gaze. 

“Really? And do you kiss every man who annoys you, or is it just me?” He smirks, ocean eyes gleaming with pride. And you want to punch him, you want to wipe that smirk off of his face. 

You want to mar his beautiful features so that maybe you won’t want him as much. But more importantly you want him to shut up. You want him to shut up and kiss you again, want him to roam his big manly hands up and down your curves, want his fingers to dig in your skin and-

“No sassy answer? You don’t feel like barking anymore?” He questions, and you glimpse a faint spark of surprise in his eyes.. Though you have to say, even you are surprised by your lack of response. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, “Shut up.” And this time you are the one to claim his lips as your own, swallowing the surprised gasp that comes from his throat and holding him there until he melts on your tongue. 

A quiet moan slips from your lips as his hardening length presses against your clothed core, giving you a taste of what hides under his trousers. Every fiber of your being now desperate for his touch and what he has to offer. 

“That’s a pretty sound y’make, but you haven’t answered my question,” He praises, voice smooth as water gliding over paved stones, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. A shiver runs up your spine as his teeth lightly graze your earlobe, his breath cold on your heated skin, “Do you kiss every man who annoys you like this?” 

“I-” A gasp escapes from your throat as his teeth now rake down the column of your throat to stop at your sweet pulsing point. You hope he doesn’t pick up on how fast your heart beats in your chest., or how heat rushes to your cheeks as your thighs brush together to appease the burning emptiness inside of you. An emptiness you wish he’d fill.

And you feel so silly for wanting him this much. Silvio Ricci has nothing of a man you could ever see yourself falling for. He is loud, obnoxious, bratty, flashy, selfish and- 

“I’ll take this for a no.” He whispers, gaze holding yours, and you swear you catch the flutter of something gentle and kind in his eyes. Of something sweet and loving. A glimpse of the man he hides behind the gold dripping jewelry and the money. 

“Shut-” 

“D’you really want me to?” He says, a wicked grin on his kiss-bruised lips. “Because your dripping cunt is telling me otherwise.” 

You don’t even have time for mortification to drip over you, any hint of shame gone the moment he slides your drenched panties to the side and dips a finger in your molten core. If it didn’t feel so good, maybe a part of you would have shied away at the lewd squelch of your arousal and his digit thrusting in and out of you. 

But as he adds another finger, you have half a mind to wrap a leg around his hips, desperately clinging onto him like a lost woman at sea holding onto a parcel of wood. 

Your thoughts melt in your mind as he curls inside of you, prodding and teasing at your sweetest spot. 

“Ah-! Ungh-! Silvio!” You cry out in the dead of night, the two of you alone on the ever expanding sea with no other admirer than the moon and stars above you. 

“See? For someone who barks so much, you’re pretty easy to please.” He whispers in your ear, trailing burning kisses down your nape, his other hand tearing your corsage and baring your breasts to the cool night air. 

Your nipples harden under the bite of the wind, and his tongue feels like liquid fire as he licks at your supple skin and catches one nipple between his teeth. The last straw, the last it takes for him to drag a release out of you. 

Your back arches off the wall, lips parting in a silent scream as white hot pleasure clouds your vision and wakes every nerve in your body. His fingers move at a steady pace inside of you to coax every last drop of your high from you. To leave you breathless and panting as you crash back down. 

You barely register the gentle tap on your thigh, mind still hazy with the clouds of your release. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” He asks, and you do as he says. A whine falling from your lips as he hoists you up with ease, pressing you against the wall, the wood soft behind your back. 

All you hear through the fog is the sound of ruffling clothes and the unbuckling of a belt. You bite your bottom lip, blood infused with both sweet apprehension and the fire of desire as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. 

“Just relax for me, I’ll make this feel good, ‘kay?” He asks, blue eyes holding yours, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and caring. Your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

A moment before this, Silvio had been nothing but hot anger and white hatred, yet no traces remained of the man you knew. His usual disdainful and tough exterior replaced by the features of an attentive man, one who wants nothing but to make sure you are comfortable. 

One who wants to make sure you want him as much as he wants you. 

And you do. 

You nod, tightening your hold on him, brows furrowing and eyes clenching shut as he carefully sheathes himself between your folds, inch by inch to let you taste the sweet pain of his cock stretching you out. 

He gives you time to adjust to his size, eyes attentive to any sign of discomfort on your part. And his heart melts in his chest as you breathe in and out through your nose, relaxing around him to welcome him amongst your tight warmth where he already feels at home. 

“That’s good, keep doing that.” A moan spills from your lips at his words, pain slowly melting into pleasure as he attempts a first slow thrust. 

His hips roll against yours in tides, waves of pleasure building in your core with every languid thrusts. Every fibre of your being alive with hot pleasure as he reaches new depths inside of you.

You have never felt so full. Never felt so right. 

“Ah-! Don’t-Don’t stop!” Your nails dig into his skin, but you don’t care. Not when your next release is blooming inside of you. 

“Ungh- Not-Not until you’ve come on this cock.” He groans, a shudder running through him as your walls clamp around his length, threatening to drag his own release out of him. 

But he won’t let himself go until you’ve given him what he wants. Won’t stop until you’ve touched heaven and fallen back into his awaiting arms. 

Only when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs quiver around him does Silvio allow himself to finish.

In an instant he slides out of you, leaving you painfully empty and cold. Your only comfort being the sight of him fisting his length in front of you, beautiful features twisting in pleasure as he paints your thighs a sticky white. 

You lean back against the wall, the air filled with your pants and his. Features flushed with exertion. 

Your eyes meet and you know things won’t ever be the same. 

“Do you also fuck every person who annoys you like this?” You ask, chest falling and rising. A part of you hopes you are the only one. 

He pauses, swallowing back a lie. 

“I don’t.” He says, blue eyes not leaving yours, “Only you.” 

Only ever you. It can be no one but you. Because no one makes me feel as infuriated as you do. No one makes me feel as disoriented and as idiotically pathetic as you do. 

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[oigimi]

. silvio parent hcs ! .

Very deliberately, you and Silvio have quite a few kids.

Your firstborn is a baby boy, with your hair color and Silvio’s deep blue eyes.

He’s really fussy, always crying out for his mom’s attention.

Silvio dotes on his son, but he always gravitates towards you.

It’s the Benitoite(Italian) in him.

After your first son, you have another.

The eldest boy loves his little brother, and they’re the best of friends.

Even though the oldest has a sharing problem with his toys.

After the second boy is a third, who ends up being a lot more shy and timid next to his brothers.

Silvio begins to wonder if you’re ever going to have a daughter.

He loves all his sons, and would do any and everything for them, but deep down he really wanted a daughter with you.

And then, on your fourth and final delivery, she arrives.

A tiny girl, who looks just like you.

Needless to say, your husband is over the moon.

He’s always holding her and buying her the finest toys, blankets, and clothes money could possibly buy.

That’s not to say he doesn’t spoil your boys either, but your daughter has definitely earned a special place in Silvio’s heart.

At first it can seem overwhelming being one of two girls in the Ricci family, but make no mistake: This is a female-run family.

Silvio is completely whipped for you and your daughter both, and basically will do anything you want.

Very stereotypical Italian father, lovingly rough with his sons and bending over backwards for his daughter.

Your boys are completely devoted to you too.

They’re also really overprotective of their sister.

The headstrong eldest, second in-command second-born, and soft-spoken third boy create quite a defense force for you both against anyone, be it annoying palace staff, rude attendants, or mean playmates to your daughter.

Speaking of your third boy, Silvio takes special care of him.

You’d expect him to be hard on him, and he can be sometimes, but he has a lot of compassion for him, since he reminds him of you and your pure heart.

He’s mellowed out quite a bit since marriage.

His favorite thing to do is go on family trips with you all, showing his kids the love and kindness he never got as a child.

It takes some adjustment, and he can be awkward with some aspects of parenthood, but he really means well for all four of your kids.

The five of you are really a blessing to him, one he isn’t sure he always deserves.

But he tries his hardest every day to make up for the mistakes he had to suffer at the hands of his own father, by adoring you and your children.

He’s always willing to hug them when they need it, and do something to brighten their day.

If it’s something that he knows he would’ve needed growing up, he wants to give it to them.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio x reader #silvio ricci x reader #ikepri headcanons #ikepri scenarios

[bakersgrief]

Describing Keith as agile and light on his feet while fighting despite his size was a coward move on Cybird's part. The man is HUGE. Let him use his weight to fucking BODY SLAM people on the battlefield. Let him use his height to fucking BOWL people over. I know it was Main!Keith during the part I'm referencing but. Alter!Keith fights like this and you can't change my mind.

#keith howell #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #ikemen prince keith #ikepri keith #ikepri headcanons #ikepri keith howell

[xxsycamore]

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙍 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙑𝙀𝙎 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮

↬ 💌 Arthur & Yves reassuring you about your body image, sprinkled with some extra words of affirmation.

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader; Yves Kloss x f!Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Comfort; Insecurity; Body Image; Food • wordcount: 1, 354 • masterlist

For my darling @maries-gallery 💕

ARTHUR:

It's nothing new for Arthur to barge in your shared bedroom, full-well knowing you've just taken a shower - to pretend he's merely looking for something in his belongings, but never exiting the room without stealing a kiss or two.

Today, as usual, you squeal and tie your towel more securely around your form when you see him entering - but while your affection is genuine when you do return the romantic gesture, the way you strictly prevent the fabric from revealing anything leaves an impression on him.

"Shy, Luv? It's not like there's something I haven't seen under that skimpy towel..."

You smack him playfully and change the topic, neither falling prey to his teasing nor going all the way to push him out through the door and lock from the inside. He brushes his earlier suspicions off as nothing, and goes to the wardrobe instead.

"Need help choosing an outfit for the day, doll? Anything specific in mind? Color?"

There's something heartwarming in letting him pick for you, a way to get to know which articles of clothing he loves on you - but the smile disappears from your face when you see him pick up a dress from the depths of the wardrobe.

"Oh my, hello there. How about this one? I can't recall you sporting it in awhile."

You shake your head and sigh, putting an inevitable start to a difficult conversation, hoping that letting it out would at least make things a little better.

You tell Arthur that you've been avoiding certain clothes lately as you just couldn't feel right in them. The image in the mirror produces a cruel comparison most often than not, with dolled-up ladies crossing Paris' streets, their striking forms clad in fashionable outfits, each one prettier than the other. While you're fortunate to be able to acquire what they're wearing via Comte's limitless generosity, the resemblance ends there. Even the dress that Arthur held out just now, soaked in happy memories, seems to have suited your body better at some earlier point in time. Now, you're not so sure.

Somewhere amidst your confession, Arthur has had you seated on the sofa, rubbing gentle circles into your hands. The gesture prevents those hot tears from spilling past the corners of your eyes, and your lover listens to all you have to say before speaking.

"I could say something was troubling you lately. So, that's what it was, hmm? You're in luck, my dear, because I do happen to have a sharp eye, and besides... not to boast, but, I doubt another chap knows your body better than me. I could even compete with you, if needed. I assure you, you haven't changed a bit; it was this morning when I kissed your eyelids good morning and you opened them for the first time of the day to greet mine - the same eyes I love and adore - and then you let me brush your hair because I couldn't stop complimenting the way the morning sun kisses its ends and colors them with its rays. You asked if I ever get tired of it, no? Same as when I compare our fingers, how I compliment the good pair they make when intertwined. You're still the woman I fell head over heels for. So don't let those thoughts erase the beautiful smile from your face, Luv. It's the smile you're always wearing best."

YVES:

Being Yves' lover means having eyes on you every time you're spotted together - or maybe it's him who they're looking at? With his natural looks and the boost coming from his top-notch fashion sense, he's quite eye-catching, and you don't blame others for staring...

With the lately rising insecurities you have about your body come some pretty nasty thoughts: some of which, but not limited to, your lover and his perception of you. Next to the beautiful Yves, you feel your form strikingly unmatching - is someone as observant as the fifth prince able to deny how you mar his image?

It gets worse each time freshly baked sweets are brought into the Domestic affairs faction's office - a bunch of hands nearly bumping into one another in their haste to secure a treat for themselves; full-mounted exclamations of tasting something utterly delectable accompanied by chewing noises. This is just how it is when Yves bakes. And while the princes have surprisingly and wholesomely learned to save a piece for you (even though they're SURE Yves must bake some kind of super-duper special sweets exclusively for his lover!), you don't take advantage of your privilege today again. Someone cheers with "Yay, more for me!" while others jokingly ask if you're being picky about one of the ingredients again - a frequent lie of yours.

Small excuses work with them, but you didn't realize that Yves saw the exchange this time. His brows are furrowed when he approaches you.

"Come with me. I need to talk to you."

Listening to him, Yves' words catch you by surprise as you learn how the situation appears in his eyes. You've been avoiding showing up with him in public; you've been refusing to eat most of what he bakes, you've even refused to wear some of the outfits he picked specially for you.

"You should at least let me know if you don't like my sweets so I can change the ingredients... not that I'm making them all for you! I mean, my brothers eat them too, but... oh, well! They can just make do with what they have!"

No, it's pretty obvious that he bakes everything with you in mind first and foremost... his true tsundere nature brings laughter to your lips, and you feel a little more at ease. And here you thought he nearly lost interest in you.

Before he can get even more confused and hurt by you laughing at him, you take a deep breath and confess what's been troubling you. It's hard for your voice not to waver, and you avoid Yves' clear blue eyes that are getting wider in surprise by the second.

When he takes your hands and makes you meet his gaze, he's furrowing his brow again. You can tell he's going over his words carefully before he lets them flow, the strong emotion making it harder for him.

"I can't believe you! You worried me a lot, making me wonder if you're sick or if you're unhappy being associated with me. Forgive me for thinking this. It's just something that has happened before, because of who I am, so for a second I thought you wouldn't want to be seen with the infamous fifth prince. I'm sorry for doubting you. Now that I know the real reason behind your behavior... I want to tell you something. I can't change the way you look at yourself, or to make you love your body, but I can promise you I always look at you with love. Ever since we became lovers, it's like I want to show you off... don't laugh! I mean it! And it applies to all of you - your looks, but also your sharp mind, your bright personality, your smile, the emotions written in your eyes. And people won't see all of that, and I actually prefer it that way. You're perfect the way you are, but there will always be perfect things about you that only I can see. I keep them to myself because it's embarrassing sometimes, but I will make sure to share them with you more often, seeing that a certain someone is blind to the truth of just how perfect she is! But please know, that just as you accept me for who I am, I too accept you for who you are. What your body looked like, and looks like presently, or how it might change in the future, I already fell inlove with it once, because it's yours. I'm not good with words, so make sure to take notice of my actions too, if you will! And don't hide from me... I want to be here for you when those thoughts come troubling you again."

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Ikeprinces and Their Voicemail

Some of these are a bit suggestive so MDNI please!

Jin: Hello, hello, Jin Grandet here; grande in more ways than one. I know what you're thinking. Is this an x-rated hotline? I assure you that is definitely not the case... unless you're a fine-bosomed lady, that is. Single and ready to mingle? Stay on the line, sugar-tits *beep*

Chevalier: *voicemail goes straight to the beep*

Clavis: Hello? *proceeds to have a fake conversation with the caller as if he's actually there* That'll get the flour out of your hair asap. Oh, that's fascinating. I'm so sorry to hear that. Nice legs, you say? *beep*

Leon: Hey there, you've reached Leon. Sorry we missed each other. But it'd be boring if we connected without a little interference, yeah? Kidding, kidding! Just leave a name and number and I'll get back to you with the funniest joke you've ever heard―guaranteed *beep*

Yves: You have reached the Fifth Prince of Rhodolite, Yves Juniper Oswald Kloss. I'm sorry I can't be here to take your call right now, so please leave your name and number after the tone. Unless you're Clavis. Then please hang up and toss your phone into the nearest river―*sound of phone accidentally falling into the toilet*―Are you serious... I wasn't even in the bathroom :(

Licht: This is Licht. I'm not available right now. Leave a message. Give me back my phone, Nokto *beep*

Nokto: Mmmmnnn hello. I had every intention of answering your call, but I'm a busy man with places to be, deals to sign, lips to... You know what I mean... If there's anything I can do for you, do leave a name, number, and a brief description of yourself so I can pick out the perfect pair of―Licht, come on, I wasn't done with―*beep*

Luke: *sound of snoring for 30 seconds cut off by a beep at the end*

Sariel: This is Sariel. My apologies for being unable to receive your call. Please leave a name, number, and 10-word description of what you are calling about. I must stress that it has to be 10 words or you risk my losing interest. Just kidding. Or am I *beep*

Rio: Hello! Rio here! Woof! I don't... actually know why I did that into the phone... Oh well. Let me know what I can do for you and I'll see if Silvio is available to foot the bill. Spoiler: he is. I love Emma today and everyday! *beep*

Keith: I'm so sorry I couldn't be here to take your call! Please let me make it up to you! I know I'm nothing special but if there's anything you need help with―pulling weeds, maybe? Or doing your taxes? Or being your alibi for a future murder... No―NO! Murder is wrong! Please don't murder any―*beep*

Silvio: I ain't here. Leave a message after the fuckin *beep*

Gilbert: Hello. You've reached Gil. I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, because I'm sure you wouldn't be calling just to waste my time. You're smarter than that, right? Hehehe, that's what I thought. Anyway, let me just wash this blood from my hands and I'll get back to you *smiles through the phone*

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Happy, Wholesome Yves Headcanons

Because my week was full of baking sweets and pretty pink flowers, you all deserve some wholesome Evie vibes as well 🌸🌸🌸

Ask any prince to rank his favorite brothers and Yves will consistently appear in the top 3.

Tell Yves this and he’ll turn pinker than his freshly-baked peach berry pie.

Yves started a personal vegetable garden in the palace when he was first learning to cook so that he could have extra ingredients in case his recipes flop. They rarely flop. So he distributes most of his crop among families in his territory.

The palace cats patrol the garden and scare off thieving vermin.

Once, Licht couldn’t attend Yves’s tea party because of a conflict with his training schedule, so Nokto stepped in pretending to be him. Yves immediately figured out the switch, but didn’t mention anything.

Whenever any of the princes falls ill, Yves makes his specialty chicken soup and personally delivers it. His faction members have his nagging “I’m not leaving until you finish the entire bowl!” speech memorized, but Yves typically leaves the tray with a get-well letter and a knock at Chevalier and Clavis’s doors.

Whenever Yves falls ill, Sariel and Licht take turns standing guard at his door to make sure no undesirable pranksters decide to strike. 

There are never any incidents. But the others pitch in to make or purchase Yves’s favorite sweets and stop by to check on him.

When Luke first arrived at the palace, Yves hoped to impress him with homemade honey treats. It only took two days to win him over completely. Two more days and the town was entirely out of honey.

Even though he isn’t a fan of the cold, Yves never misses the first snowfall of the season. He curls up by the window with a thick blanket, a large pot of tea, and a warm crumble cake and watches children pulling their parents into the streets to play in the fresh snow. 

Growing up, Yves used to give apprentice and trainee cooks and tailors advice discretely from behind curtains and columns. Nowadays, artists and specialists travel from across the continent to seek guidance and approval at the hand of the fifth prince.

Requests from these visitors became so numerous that Yves fell behind on his official duties. To control demand, the first of May was designated a national festival for anyone to display their talents, from cooking and fashion to art and music, and Yves would spend the day meeting with each participant and giving reviews and feedback. 

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Ikemen Prince boys as fathers - Yves, Chevalier, Leon

I've done the twins, and Jin, Luke, & Clavis. As previously mentioned, I am finally getting around to the last three princes.

(At which point, I'll do Sariel and Rio together when Rio's route is released... hopefully soon. I am prepared to blow all saved resources on that dog—er... man. XD )

Yves

When Yves discovers Emma is pregnant, he has very mixed feelings.

Yes, he’s excited and overwhelmed, which is why he’s misty eyed (not teary-eyed, he insists, thank you VERY much!) when Emma tells him.

But this soon devolves into many darker fears.

Fear number one: he is half Obsidian and fell in love with a commoner. Meaning his child will be quarter royalty, quarter foreign royalty that is still hated by most of Rhodolite, and half commoner. (they may have given her a cover story, but that was the truth of it.)

His child is going to have more societal shackles than he did. And Yves is so angry at himself because there is nothing he can do for his child to protect them from that.

Meaning he has to work even harder to prove himself among those who still doubt him and learn how to protect his child from this unfair hardship best he can.

Emma knows her husband, so she catches on to this upon watching Yves overwork himself more regularly. She's the one having to take care of him throughout her pregnancy to make sure he's not working himself to death.

Which makes him feel more guilty. He should be caring for her, not the other way around!

But she's always there to reassure him that she loves him no matter what.

Fear number two: his mother passed when he was born.

He is terrified that something might go wrong and he'll lose the love of his life.

You better believe he’s got an eye on Emma ALWAYS.

So many doctors appointments to ensure she’s healthy.

She has to pick her battles with this fickle cat, and this is not one worth the fight. She deals with them, allowing doctors to carefully monitor her progress. If it calms her husband down, she'll relent.

Besides, she knows this is his way of showing how deeply he loves her. Which makes them easier to bear.

There was a time where she accidentally gave him a heart attack when the baby kicked out suddenly.

She gasped, clutching at her belly, and Yves went about as white a sheet in panic.

The fact the baby was just moving did not settle him down at all.

He proceeded to stalk her like a cat the rest of the day. Emma warns the baby never to scare daddy like that again.

In general, Yves escorts her around everywhere to protect her from Clavis's traps.

With his luck, he will trigger any trap before Emma gets the chance to walk into it.

Emma understands where her husband is coming from, and she won’t judge him for being a little over protective. It’s just him being sweet.

Speaking of sweets…

Whatever Emma is craving, he drops everything to make for her.

Although, he is frequently torn between making her whatever she wants and the knowledge that a healthy diet is best for pregnant women.

But he’s too weak and ends up making her anything she wants anyway. The way he limits her sweet intake is portioning out what he makes for her and then giving the rest to the domestic faction.

Seeing as they are getting more sweets than normal out of the deal, they all dote on Emma, who is the reason for their sugar fix.

When she goes into labor, Yves is a mess.

He is pacing the castle so intensely that people would swear they could see a cat's tail agitatedly swishing around behind him.

No one could hold a conversation with him; he is in fine form (AKA, his tongue is sharper than usual.)

Even Licht stays away knowing Yves is inconsolable.

When he's informed that he's allowed in the room, he need not be told twice. He's already running.

When he bursts into the room, the first thing he has to do is check over Emma and make sure she's okay.

Although exhausted, she's smiling as she assures him she's fine.

He's already crying in relief before he turns his attention to the swaddled baby in her arms.

At which point, he breaks down completely. He has a family. A wife who loves him and a son born from their love.

Not out of duty. Out of love.

There are many words he wants to say, but in the end, he's too much a mess to say any of them. Instead, he settles for cradling his son against his chest, hoping that he can prove to him that he will always be loved in this world, no matter what.

Growing Up

Yves had a plan when he became a father: he would do everything he could to prove himself capable so as not to place a burden on his children.

Plan goes out the window when actually faced with raising them.

Instead of working hard to prove his worth to others, he does what he can to be involved in his children's life.

He himself had been alone in the world ever since he was born. He would not allow his children to know that loneliness.

Hence, Yves is a very attentive father to his son and two daughters.

And the domestic faction are very attentive uncles.

They all protect Yves' son from Sariel, whom he is terrified of. (Yves' two daughters had a little better introduction that helped curb that fear.)

Sariel had expected it. Henceforth, he'll be patient. He's sure Yves' son will grow out of it as he gets older.

This boy has an affinity for the kitchen, so baking with his son becomes Yves' new favorite past time.

Nighttime cookies, milk, and a story told by Emma is a whole magical experience.

Yves' son invites the domestic faction once to such a party. Yves loves him so much he begs Emma to humor him this once.

(So yes, Emma did in fact read a story book to one little boy and four grown men all wrapped in blankets and eating fresh cookies.)

For as much fun as they have, Yves does not slack on his work. Occasionally, his son will be by his side as he's completing it.

Which inspires that same work ethic in his son growing up.

While his son (or any of his kids, really) isn't well accepted by the noble houses, the boy is not perturbed by it.

On the contrary, he's had his parents love and acceptance for so long that he's unfazed if nobles don't accept him. He understands why.

However, that also means that, ironically, Yves' son becomes even more of a capricious cat than his father was.

He's like a mystery, this ethereal prince of the palace that appears and vanishes on a whim that he'll make you believe in ghosts.

Now, he's developed such a talent for it, he scares Sariel. Despite what you'd believe, the devil minister is actually quite amused by this turning of tables.

Chevalier

Chevalier always knew he would have an heir with a woman of good standing for political purposes. That was his duty as king.

However, things are very different with Emma.

When she announces she's pregnant, Chevalier finds himself... far more affected by this revelation than he would have ever thought.

They were a man and woman having relations, so logically speaking, this would be the eventual result of their actions.

Furthermore, it was their duty to produce heirs, so this success was good news.

But why was he... excited about this fact?

The woman he loved was carrying his child, and somehow, that set his nerves on edge.

He'd read about this in novels, where men grew protective over their families as they produced offspring. And the logical conclusion was that they would protect what they had produced, the next generation who would replace them when they passed.

But Chevalier felt his previous assumption was now off the mark. And that confused him.

However, looking at Emma now with her bright smile, a lovely rosy hue on her cheeks as her eyes sparkled with excitement, Chevalier ultimately chalked this up to the elusive emotion of love.

He reached forward, resting his hand lightly over Emma's still flat abdomen. For her part, she laid her own hands over his. And in that still moment, Chevalier felt warm.

As Emma progressed, Chevalier found himself keeping a closer eye upon Emma. He began being hyperaware of little indications that she was tired or in pain.

And if she was sick, he'd force her to cease whatever she was doing and go lay down. Occasionally, he would leave his work to monitor her.

The one thing he did love about Emma being pregnant was her reluctance to get out of bed in the morning. While he hated that it was brought on by her not feeling well, Chevalier had no issue sleeping in with her in the mornings, her comfortably wrapped up in his arms.

However, the hardest thing for him to navigate was her mood swings.

He's a very logical thinker compared to her more emotive thought process, but they'd invested enough time into communications to understand each other. However, when Emma would react in ways he didn't expect or flip between emotions out of the blue, he became very lost.

Clavis found it extremely amusing to watch Chevalier fumble as he awkwardly navigated those situations.

Speak of the devil, Clavis had to be very careful around soon-to-be-father Chev.

The man had much on his plate and was also affected with new emotions brought on by the fact a child—his child—was on the way. So Chevalier's patience for dealing with Clavis's eccentricities became razor thin.

Clavis only learned his lesson when a very testy Chevalier held his sword at his throat. The hellcat would consider himself lucky he walked away with only a scratch.

When Emma goes into labor, Chevalier plants himself in his office chair and gets work done.

He is of no use to Emma sitting and waiting, and he has work to do.

But do not mistake him for being indifferent. Clavis and Sariel are the only ones who dare walk into that office, and they only come with business then leave straight away. The others, quite frankly, all fear too much for their lives to go within a 10 foot radius.

Sariel is the one to deliver the news that Chevalier's daughter had been born, that Emma is fine, and that Chevalier was now allowed to go see them.

At which point, Chev wastes no time abandoning his work. Not a soul dared stood in the king's way as he strode up to the room.

Upon entering the bedchambers, he's greeted with the sight of his wife holding a baby swaddled in a blanket, and Chevalier actually stops in his tracks to take in the sight.

A strong emotion flares in his chest, and he's overcome by awe over the realization that that child is his child, born from his wife whom he can genuinely say he loves.

With a soft smile, he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it.

Softly, Chevalier gazes down at the tiny child in his wife's arms. Hesitating for a second, he reaches out to rub a finger over it's chubby little cheek.

They stay like that for a while, Chevalier watching over his daughter in his wife's arms with a tightness in his chest he cannot explain.

"Would you like to hold her?" Emma eventually asks him.

Her words surprise him, and he pauses as he fights for words to answer. "How do I hold her?"

With a sweet, reassuring grin, Emma walks him through how to properly hold the baby.

And when he cradles his daughter in his arms, Chevalier smiles.

He thought his wife had already taught him all there was to know about love. But he was wrong. Seems his daughter had yet more to teach him.

Growing up

Y'all may feel differently (this is not a hill I'll die on.) But I feel Chevalier and Emma are a "one and done" couple. Not for lack of trying, mind you.

From a royalty standpoint, Chevalier is disappointed, as it is his duty to bear heirs. Specifically sons.

From a personal standpoint, Chevalier does not care. Competency to rule is not limited to his own bloodline. Furthermore, he could bear sons who would be incompetent, and that would cause just as many issues.

That said, he is of the firm belief his daughter could take after him.

And he does not say that because she's his daughter... mostly. Chev can't help but dote on her a bit.

She's proof of the saying "first born daughters are female versions of their fathers."

Unlike most girls, she's extremely logical. Emotions are slightly more difficult for her to grasp, but she learns to understand them logically.

To the point she struggles to get along with her peers. As a female, she becomes singled out for her logical way of processing emotions.

It actually connects her to her father. And Chevalier, in turn, feels connected to his daughter as they share that mindset.

However, it comes as a relief to Chev that Emma loves their daughter anyway, despite her very logical mind.

He himself had always insisted he was fine on his own, and if no one understood him, so be it. But knowing his daughter would always have the support of both parents was a comfort to him.

I don't need to say this, but there was no way for their daughter to escape a love of books when she was born of two bookworms.

And it was only further ingrained when Chevalier read to her all while growing up. He read her bedtime stories only slightly less frequently than Emma did, and that was only because he was busy.

Chev is so attached to his daughter that he decides to specifically take time to teach her self-defense.

As a princess, he realizes it would be wholly inappropriate for her to walk around with a sword strapped to her waist.

But teaching her defensive maneuvers and how to wield a knife she could hide in the folds of her clothes would not be unproductive, as she is a princess of a not fully adored king.

She's terrifying as is, but to her, it's not enough.

She realizes that as a female, she is biologically weaker than males. And while she has some training, she's not foolish enough to believe she can out-power men in the way her father can.

This is why Clavis becomes her favorite uncle. He's skilled in avoiding fighting and instead using trickery, knowledge she believes would be of great benefit for her.

But that's not all. His mind just... fascinates her.

"Father... he's an idiot. A brilliant idiot, but an idiot."

"I know, my dear," he'll always say while patting her head affectionately.

In the end, Chevalier does what he can to ensure his daughter is in the running to be selected for the next king, along with his nephews who get pulled into the running.

And just as her father before her, she's determined to prove that it will be inevitable for her to ascend the throne.

Leon

When Emma tells Leon she's pregnant, Leon goes quiet.

Because he has a child on the way. He... he has a family of his own.

Not that he doesn't consider brothers his own family. He loves them like his own blood. But this is different.

He actually has blood family now.

And in the most ironic way, too. Here he was, born a slave married to a woman born a commoner. But their child—his flesh and blood—would be royalty.

When that hits him like a storm, he actually starts laughing. And he's still laughing as he swoops Emma up and spins her around.

This is truly one of the best days of his life. Not even becoming king could come close to this.

He's always wanted to help Emma with anything before. Now, it is ten times worse.

He's like a little puppy, following her around asking if she needs anything. To the point this man put Rio to shame. (Rio is torn between being embarrassed for Leon and being jealous. Waiting on Emma hand and foot was still his job!)

For the first time, Leon is genuinely thankful for being a royal. Simply because if he was a slave, he couldn't have provided for Emma and his child anywhere near as much as he could now.

His habit of slipping out of the castle becomes less common since Emma announced her pregnancy. Sariel is thrilled.

However, this is because Leon can't just whisk her away like he used to. He feels a need to be more careful with her now.

Though Emma doesn't appreciate being treated like a doll, she doesn't speak up because she's actually happy Leon has settled down a bit.

Leon only grows more excited the more Emma progresses. He loves being able to hold a hand over her swollen stomach and talk to his baby.

He tells them often how excited he is for them to come into the world. How he'll protect them and love them dearly.

When she goes into labor, he's of course very anxious.

He plays it off, pretending that he's not worried and she'll be fine.

Which, he knows she likely will be, but he can't help but worry, anyway.

Jin is there to help calm him down and take his mind off things. As is Yves and Licht.

They hold a little party in the office, trying to distract Leon as long as they can.

But that only goes on for so long before Jin catches on that Leon isn't enjoying himself.

From there, it's the job of the oldest brother to reassure him.

When Leon is informed he's allowed to go see his son, he gets pats on the back from his three brothers as he leaves the room.

And then runs up the stairs, cape flying behind him like a thief in the night.

When he enters the room in a hurry, he doesn't stop until he's right by Emma's side.

"No need to hurry," she teases him.

"Of course there is," he returns, crawling beside her on the bed. "I don't want to miss a second with my son."

Emma is happy to hand over the baby to Leon, because her heart melts with the beyond tender expression Leon bestows on him.

"How do you outrank both daddy and mommy, huh?" he quietly jokes to his son when the room is empty.

Although he and Emma both share a chuckle, she reaches up to swipe the tear out of his eye.

He lets her. After all, he now has a reason to be a leader that has nothing to do with a heavy burden forcefully thrust upon him.

No, now he has to be a leader because he wishes to make his son proud.

Growing up

All boys, this man has. All. Boys.

Emma wishes she could have caught a break and just had one girl. She is not that blessed.

Leon loves his kids. Adores them. They have him wrapped around their fingers.

Of course, Leon's deep love for his kids is returned ten fold. They love their dad.

But that said, this family is chaos.

Leon already is like a large child. You think his literal children are going to be any better?

And their habit of sneaking out of the palace for kicks and giggles?

Emma just takes tea into Sariel's office. "Listen. The boys are out. You can get mad all you want. I want a moment's peace."

Sariel has given up by this point, simply accepting the tea. "No. Far be it from me to allow a moment's peace to slip through my grasp."

They do get a scolding from Emma if they are out for too long, but that's it. So Leon does his best to watch the time.

He's a busy man after all. But he loves making time for his kids like this.

That said, while he's the fun dad, he's actually quite strict in his teaching.

He wants to push them, to make them grow. He's not giving them any cushy, plush prince lifestyle.

And that's not because he wants them to suffer. He wants them to become better men than he was.

He debated for a long time about if he'd tell his sons about his past.

Only after talking with his lovely, incredibly encouraging and inspiring wife did he make a decision.

Each son is told privately as they become teenagers. But Leon tells them with the purpose of both inspiring and warning them.

"A slave can become a prince, but that requires both luck and work to get there. Do not doubt a prince could become a slave should his actions allow it. So, work to become a man you can be proud of."

None of them want to disappoint their father, so they all strive to prove that Leon's ceiling was their floor.

Military commanders, ministers, king. They all want to give their lives to protecting this kingdom of roses and proving their father proud.

They also make the next Belle's job incredibly difficult, choosing between eight very capable, extremely handsome princes. (Look. Leon is canon boy, right? It's only fair that's how this goes. XD)

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri headcanons #ikepri yves #ikepri chevalier #ikepri leon #This is the sweetest of the three sets

[klutzyroses]

Hey!

I was wondering how would ikepri suitors act with an awkward, quiet but strong and fit mc? Weird combination I know 😂 I was just curious if any of them would have a reaction to someone like that

A most interesting combination indeed anon👀

IkePri HCs: Awkward and Strong!SO

How do they react to an so who is strong and fit but also awkward and reserved?

Suitors: Clavis, Sariel, Keith, Gilbert

Clavis

Oho, the fun he can have with this lovely young lady~

He can already envision all the mischief he can get into with her.

Her reserved nature coupled with her Amazonian strength is quite the intriguing contrast. He must wonder if she trained to be this strong, or if its in her genes.

Either way, he will surely take a quick liking to her, often teasing her to see her pretty cheeks flush as she fidgets and mumbles nearly incoherent responses.

One of his most amusing memories of her is when one of his traps had yet again ensnared Yves, leaving him trapped in a ditch, again, and the lovely lady had singlehandedly (literally with a single hand), lifted the Fifth prince out of the ditch...ironically by the back of his collar, similar to how one would scruff a cat.

The pink clad prince was...of two minds about it, but for Clavis, it made his entire week. He will never forget the sight.

He will make her the center of his doting attention just to see her flustered and flushed as he gives her a sly smile, never once breaking eye contact when he speaks to her.

She is simply a delight to behold, to be around and he just knows they will continue to have buckets of fun together.

Sariel

Well now, what an fascinating contrast...

But then again, he isn't too surprised...Well not as surprised as when he experienced her strength the first time he met her.

Ah yes, he can remember it like yesterday. After choosing her as the next Belle, he had already determined she was quite the shy, awkward woman...until he had come to collect her.

He understood she was startled, maybe a bit frightened by his sudden presence within her workplace, but was it necessary to pick up an entire bookshelf and throw it at him?

Surely not. If he had not moved in time, he would have possibly joined his Majesty the King in eternal slumber.

It was only because she was so apologetic and embarrassed that bringing her to the palace following that disturbing exchange was such an easy feat. All under the guise of "making it up to him", does he get her to take up the mantle of Belle.

Perhaps it isn't all bad, in time, her physical prowess may prove to be useful yet.

So long as no furniture is being launched at him or their highnesses. Maybe except for the hellcat.

Keith

A girl after his own heart, hm?

The prince of Jade knows a thing or two about being quiet and shy whilst also being quite physically capable.

He finds it endearing and sweet coming from her. From him, he feels its uncomfortable and weird. That's just how he sees it.

He will admire her strength though, her ability to do things most women her size usually cannot accomplish at the drop of a hat is absolutely remarkable...and a bit mind boggling at times.

He can't help but think because she is currently blushing and stuttering timidly about preparing tea for his tea party with Yves and Licht, who are gaping at her at the moment because she is carrying the entire food laden table with one hand and seemingly no effort.

He will always try to make her as comfortable as possible but there are limitations...

His awkwardness collides with hers and he says the wrong thing and then she says the wrong thing and then there is an uncomfortable silence where nobody knows what to say.

Someone outside the conversation may have to save them both.

Gilbert

Ah, what an interesting woman he has here~

A cute, shy rabbit with the strength of an ox, hm? You certainly don't see that everyday.

The Obsidian prince will most definitely amuse himself by tormenting her a little bit, just to see her squirm under his crimson gaze as her cheeks start to turn a similar color. It's so fascinating to him that such a strong little lady could also be such a timid flower.

He may, for the sake of his whims, ask her to lift something heavy for him, even if he can lift it himself, of course essentially extorting her with his usual "You wouldn't deny a guest of honor, would you?"

He will find it even more amusing when she blushes and lifts the object one-handedly without even wavering, contrary to her stuttering and awkward disposition. How darling~

Just to see her fall apart more, he will gush about her remarkable strength with a slow, rather gleeful simper on his lips as the young maiden averts her gaze, rubbing her arm while mumbling her thanks for his compliments.

And she isn't so good at responding to praise with confidence, which he is sadistically aware of.

She may have to try to avoid him, but he always loves when his prey runs. It makes the hunt all the sweeter...

🌸

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri clavis #ikepri sariel #ikepri gilbert #ikepri keith #ikepri headcanons #ikemen prince headcanons

[aquagirl1978]

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS COMFORTING YOU DURING YOUR PERIOD (CHEVALIER'S FACTION - Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Chevalier Michel

He knew without you even saying a word to him. You were returning books to their shelves as he was seated in his private library reading. You had been experiencing mild cramps all day but had been pushing through the pain to get through your work. Despite the discomfort, being near Chevalier was somehow preferable to lying in bed alone. Your back to him, you stood on tiptoe to replace a book on a high shelf just as you experienced a more painful cramp, causing you to nearly drop the book. You felt his icy gaze on you as he called your name. His eyes softened as you approached him; standing up, he took your hand in his. He said quietly that work was done for the day and brought you back to his room. There, he laid you down under the covers. He picked up the book lying on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to you. Seeing your surprise, he smiled and told you to try to relax and let him read to you. Unable to say no to that offer, you did your best to make yourself comfortable under the covers, as you curled up against his side. He wrapped an awkward arm around your shoulders, a bit unsure you wanted to be touched, but tightened his arm around you when you did not flinch against his touch. He started to read to you; not even five pages in, your eyes had drifted closed, his voice having lulled you to a peaceful sleep.

Clavis Lelouch

"My dear, care to take a walk with your favorite prince?" Clavis asked sweetly, offering you his elbow when he saw you slaving away in the library, a tall stack of books before you. Your eyes flicked between the purple-haired prince and the towering stack of books before you; the choice was really quite easy, however, your cramps had started yesterday, and showed no sign of relenting any time soon. "I'd love to Clavis, but you see..." As much as you would have loved to spend some time with Clavis, it would be preferable to remain in the library and suffer alone. Clavis tilted his head back and chuckled. "Nonsense, you're coming with me. I'll have Cyran explain to Sariel that something came up and I needed your assistance." And just like that, your arms were linked and you found yourself quickly being escorted out of the library. "Have I ever told you about the time Licht attempted to bake something and he ended up blowing up the oven and the entire staff assumed that dreadful smell was one of my concoctions?" You shook your head, and he immediately regaled you with the tale, including how Prince Keith happened to be visiting and attempted, many times, to take the blame for the awful smell coming from the kitchen. "I should really talk to Licht one day and see if we can work on bottling that smell. It would certainly keep Sariel out of my business for a while." You laughed so hard, you had to stop in your tracks and clutch your belly. "Are you feeling better?" he asked gently. You blinked at him, confused. How did he know you had been unwell? Apparently, you hadn't hid your pain all that well. Clavis tilted your chin up with his thumb, his amber eyes gazing at you affectionately. "Laughter is the best medicine, don't forget that next month."

Nokto Klein

You had a terrible night's sleep. No, terrible would be an understatement. Your period came last night, and with it came the most dreadful cramps and bloating. And to make matters worse - or better - depending on how you viewed it, Nokto was also awake, his head propped in his hand, staring at you. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. "You were mumbling in your sleep all night... I wasn't sure what to do. If I should even do anything..." He looked away, somewhat bashful at his admission. Before you could say or do anything, your body tensed, wracked by a particularly fierce cramp. Closing your eyes, you winced, letting out a small whimper. Nokto's eyes flew wide, not liking seeing you suffer through such pain. "What can I do? Please...tell me," he pleaded. When you regained your composure, you told him how there was this one particular tea that they had in the kitchen that did help soothe the pain. "That's all? Just tea?" he asked. He rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, ready to get you anything and everything your heart desired. He was gone in a flash, and while you sat in his bed alone, you rubbed your belly, counting the minutes til he returned. When the door flew open in what felt like mere minutes later, you were shocked to find Nokto rolling a tea cart ladened with not just a tea pot, but an array of sweet treats. "I didn't know if you were hungry or not, and if you were, which you would want, so I just grabbed a few of everything they had left from breakfast." Nokto carefully poured you a cup of tea, adding only a spoonful of sugar, just how you liked it. He handed you the up, and as soon as it was in your hands, he was busy arranging a plate of treats for you. Once the tea and treats had been consumed, Nokto turned to you again. "Is there anything else I can do to help you?" Smiling, so very grateful for everything he had done for you, you felt he needed a reward, too. "Could you hold me?" His eyes lit up - now this was something he could do and was very good at.

Luke Randolph

"Hey, are you ok?" You let out a gasp as you nearly tripped over Luke while walking in the garden. Not expecting to find him lounging in the grass, a small group of rabbits and birds perched on his tall frame, you profusely apologized to the prince. He laughed heartily. "It's nothing," he replied casually as a bird flew from his large hand. "How have you been?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Well..." You had no intention on telling Luke that it was that time of the month; however, the eighth prince was far more perceptive than you initially gave him credit for. "Ya haven't been feeling so great lately." You kicked a rock with the toe of your shoe as you averted your gaze - were it that obvious you were afflicted with pain? "It's okay, ya know," Luke continued. "I have a special jar of honey stashed in my room. I only eat it as a rare treat, and I think today, I'd like to share some with you." Your eyes widened, you knew how precious honey was to Luke; the fact that he wanted to share some of his secret, special stash with you was, well, it was touching. You obliged, following him to his room. He opened the door, inviting you in and offering a seat on the bed. He went to his closet, and after shuffling around a few items, he produced a small jar from a high shelf. He returned to you, taking a seat next to you. In one hand was his jar of honey, in the other was two spoons. "This stuff is too good to put on bread or in tea, ya have to eat it on its own to enjoy its full flavor." His eyes sparkled as he opened the jar. He handed you a spoon, offering you the first taste. You dipped your spoon and took a tiny amount; you often found honey on its own to be too sweet for your tastes. Bringing the spoonful to your mouth, your tongue darted out for a taste. You were pleasantly surprised to find it was not all that sweet, with an underlying floral fragrance that was so unique, that you savored the sweet substance in your mouth. "It's good, isn't it?" Luke asked. You nodded, your mouth still full of honey. Luke dipped his spoon into the jar, taking a heaping spoonful of honey. "For some reason, this always cheers me up. Whether I'm sad or mad, or not feeling well. This honey seems to make things just a little bit better." You smiled at Luke, touched by how thoughtful he was. "Thanks for the honey," you replied. And he was absolutely right, the honey was just like magic, making you feel a little bit better.

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #nokto klein #ikepri nokto #luke randolph #ikepri luke #ikemen headcanons #ikepri headcanons #ikemen fanfic #ikepri fanfic #otome #otome games #otome headcanons #otome fanfic

[ashxngrotto]

Silvio with a daughter/son

Warnings: Mentions of maternity, birth and Silvio being a little sh-t to his son

W/ a daughter

When it was announced that you two are having a daughter, Silvio was overjoyed

He already has a princess, now there’s gonna be one more? Great is already an understatement for him to describe this situation

He definitely pampered you with the best maternity items and bought a lot of baby products even during the first trimester

His daughter is gonna be the most spoiled and loved little girl

So when you went into labor he panicked

Unfortunately for him he was having a business talk, and you, being the caring wife ensured him that nothing will happened in the morning but now-

He dumped everything behind leaving the business partner giving him a side-eye

When he rushed back to the palace, you’re daughter was almost born and he, for the first time in life witnessed a baby being pushed out of a woman’s body (and almost fainted at the sight of it) we don’t blame him ok? He never saw it before

Definitely rushed to your side and hold your hand, asking if you’re ok, do you need anything, bla bla bla

Silvio’s first time holding his daughter is definitely one of his best moments in life

Now.. to the part where he’s getting used to the life of a father

Surprisingly he volunteered to change the diapers

You once asked him why and then he said that because you’re already doing the work to feed her, giving her showers and everything and he just thinks that it’s the least he can do

And he’s also the one to cradle the baby back to sleep when your daughter just burst out crying in the middle of the night

Before the cries of your daughter could wake you up, he’s already picking her up and soothing her by giving soft pats on her back and humming a lullaby

After he put your daughter back to sleep he found your arms wrapping his torso from behind, leaning into him as close as possible

Silvio chuckled and lies back on the bed with you, looking at the crib and then you with a loving gaze, “Sleep well, my princesses.”

W/ a son

Basically you guys wanted the gender to be a surprise so he didn’t know it was a boy

When your son was born, his eyebrow twitched a little

We all know that men could be jealous, but Silvio here can be jealous of anyone including his son

While you’re taking your rest after giving birth, Silvio peeked to see what’s inside the crib (it’s your son of course dumbass-)

He was kinda in awe of the view of you two sleeping peacefully

But when he saw you breastfeeding him, no, nO

Definitely not sad when you’re showering your son with kisses and head pats

Silvio was devastated that another man is touching his woman, yes, even though it’s his son, a BABY-

It took you a while to explain to Silvio that it’s nothing and that’s how babies got take care of

The argument was getting heated up and suddenly your son’s crying

Silvio got up to his feet and walked towards it

You were kinda scared that hell either yeet your son out the window and pretends nothing happened but surprisingly he picked your son up in a very gentle way and cradle him back to sleep

You chuckled at this scene

Silvio put him back in the crib and help your son get in a comfortable sleeping post before walking back to your side

“How come a sudden change of mind?” You asked in a teasing tone

Silvio simply just said, “I’ll be a good father, but we’re giving him a sibling”

Good luck :D

#ikemen series #cybird #cybird otome #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri x reader #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikepri headcanons #ikemen ouji

[riveranova]

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

[maries-gallery]

IKEMEN SERIES MASTERLIST

CHEVALIER:

the small things

genre: fluff

your touch

genre: fluff

jealousy

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: breeding kink, degradation/praises, spanking,  penetrative sex, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader, jealousy  

do not be gentle

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: penetrative sex, biting/marking, rough sex, soft Chevalier

a slow death

genre: angst

warnings: main character death, mentions of violent Chevalier, gore and blood

how I miss you (French Chevalier)

genre: fluff

warnings: french sentences (translation at the end)

the scent of you (French Chevalier)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

say my name

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: soft sex, creampie, brief mentions of size difference, biting, marking, female bodied reader

sweet mornings 

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: somnophilia (consented), dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, fingering, female bodied reader

a lesson in red

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, edging, impact play (spanking), overstimulation, hints of dacryphilia, female bodied reader

YVES:

insecure Yves

genre: fluff, comfort, suggestive

strawberry picking 

genre: fluff

the source of happiness

genre: fluff, comfort

LICHT: 

The first kiss 

genre: fluff, comfort

The love of an angel

genre: nsfw, angst, comfort, fluff, mdni

warnings: soft sex, mentions of breeding kink, creampie, female bodied reader

CLAVIS:

The one that got away

genre: angst, unrequited love, love triangle with Chevalier

Show our love to the world

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, public sex, dirty talk, very subtle mention of Chevalier being in love with MC, female bodied reader

Little song bird

genre: angst, comfort, fluff

RIO: 

Building a future 

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: breading kink, penetrative sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampies, aftercare, female bodied reader

A taste of heaven

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

More than friends

genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, praise kink, missionary, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

SILVIO:

Siren’s call

genre: fluff

Prompt: Cursed by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "The spell she cast on me is real”, "I gotta find me a cure.", "I was doomed by our first kiss."

JIN:

say my name

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, dirty talk, spanking, creampie, female bodied reader

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS: 

To care for the ones you love

genre: fluff, comfort

characters: Nokto, Licht

summary: The two brothers take care of your headache

warnings: none

FOR MORE CONTENT CHECK THE EVENTS: 

2,5k event: all the ways to say I love you

love languages week end event

CHEVALIER

in your arms tonight

genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni

warning: fingering, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, light dirty talk, female bodied reader  

Sugar and salt

genre: fluff

summary: you bake cookies for the princes... But Chevalier decides he'd rather keep them to himself than let anyone else have a taste. Even if they taste terrible.

wc: 1,6k

RIO

To love and protect

genre: fluff, comfort, slight angst

summary: Rio aches to dance with you at tonight’s ball, but instead he might just save you from a forceful nobleman who can’t take no for an answer

warnings: overprotective Rio

wc: 2,5k

Sleeping with an angel  (PART 2 of: TO LOVE AND PROTECT)

genre: nsfw, mdni

summary: You finally confess your love to Rio and the two of you spend a sweet night loving one another.

warnings: vanilla sex, first time, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, praise kink, hints of size kink, dacryphilia, reassurance kink, missionary, spoon sex, creampie, female bodied and gendered reader

wordcount: 4k

The mirror

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, mirror sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader

wordcount: 1,2k

Lonesome dream 

genre: fluff

wordcount: 1,5k

Prompt: Lonesome Dream  by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "I lie under the starlit sky", "I watch as the planets turn", "And it's lonesome here in the wide open space", "I been dreaming again of a lonesome world, Where I'm lost and I've got no friends"

CLAVIS: 

The moans of an angel

genre: nsfw, mndi

summary: Clavis doesn't care that Cyran is behind the door and that he can hear you. As long as he gets to take care of you and make you moan his name.

warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, bondage, mentions of overstimulation and edging, mentions of dacryphilia, female bodied reader

wc: 1k

A shelter from the Rain

genre: fluff, hints of angst, nsfw, mdni

summary: Clavis finds he does not care about the scent of rain coloured roses anymore, as long as he's in your arms.

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), outdoor sex, dirty talk, female bodied reader

wc: 1,2k

SILVIO: 

Greater than love

genre: nsfw, mdni, enemies to lovers

summary: Silvio hates you with a burning passion... Or is it really hate? 

warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader

wc: 1,5k

JIN:

Resignation

genre: nsfw, mdni

summary: If Jin isn't going to confess his love for you, you figure you might five him a reason to.

warnings: shower sex, hints of dacryphilia, hints of breeding, creampie, bondage, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader

wc: 1, 2k

LICHT:

The green eyed monster

genre: nsfw, mdni

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

In my colours

genre: nsfw, mdni

wc: 2,5k

warnings: lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, creampie, female bodied reader

prompts: lingerie and "Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."

house husband Rio

genre: fluff

beach day with Chevalier

genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni

warnings: soft sex, mentions of fingering and marking

bad period cramps

characters: Rio, Licht, Clavis, Nokto

genre: fluff, comfort, nsfw (for Nokto’s part), mdni

warnings: mentions of fingering

where they like to kiss you 

characters: Chevalier, Clavis, Rio

genre: fluff, suggestive (Clavis)

warnings: suggestive

Somnophilia with Rio 

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: needy Rio, mentions of blood and injuries, fingering, somnophilia (consensual), female bodied reader

Rio teasing a shy MC

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, mentions of fingering, sex and oral sex, female bodied reader

Submissive Gilbert

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: hair pulling, sub!Gilbert, needy Gilbert, biting, marking, humping and grinding, make out session, female bodied reader

Submissive Gilbert 2nd edition

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: sub!Gilbert, riding, sense deprivation (blindfolding), praise kink, dirty talk, bondage, female bodied reader

Pussy drunk Licht

genre: nsfw, 

warnings: pussy drunk Licht, rough sex, marking and bruising, creampie, slight breeding kink, needy Licht, female bodied reader

After care with Licht

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: mentions of breeding and overstimulation, after care, female bodied reader

Steamy make out session with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: make out session, grinding and humping, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader

Topping and cock warming Chevalier

genre: nsfw, mdni 

warnings: cock warming, teasing, topping chevalier, dirty talk, mentions of manhandling, female bodied reader

Cock warming with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: cock warming, teasing, dirty talk, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding, cum (a lot of it), female bodied reader

Begging and Whimpering Gilbert

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: sub!Gilbert, teasing, mentions of overstimulation, marking, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), needy!Gilbert

Rio eating the MC out whilst she’s reading

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, female bodied reader

Semi public sex and fingering with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, oral fixation, female bodied reader

Deepthroating

genre: nsfw, mdni

characters: Licht Klein, Jin Grandet, Rio Ortiz

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader

dad!Rio with a daughter 

genre: fluff

warnings: none

My kind of kiss

genre: fluff

characters: all

Oral sex with Silvio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), marking/biting, dacryphilia, moaning Silvio, praise kink, face fucking, deep throating, cum eating, female gendered and bodied reader

Colour symbolism analysis: Chevalier

Rhodolite inspired playlist

ARTHUR :

Cold Hands

genre: fluff, comfort

Of Love and flour

genre: fluff

Writing history

genre: fluff, comfort

Sick MC

genre: fluff, comfort

LEONARDO :

Suit you

genre: fluff

Jealous man

genre: fluff

COMTE :

Golden

genre: fluff

Teaching you how to dance

genre: fluff

THEO :

Work

genre: fluff

Missing you

genre: fluff

Only Angel

genre: fluff

NAPOLEON :

Talk too much

genre: fluff, comfort

Sick crowd

genre: fluff, comfort

LEONARDO:

What love is

genre: angst

NAPOLEON: 

Until you fall asleep

genre: fluff, comfort

A year Together

genre: nsfw, mdni, fluff

warnings: praises, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), aftercare, female bodied reader

Their major in a modern AU

genre : sfw

Their kinks : Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac

genre : nsfw, MDNI

Modern Leonardo

genre : sfw

Modern Arthur, Isaac and Vincent

genre : sfw

Vincent with a MC who is very talented at drawing but mostly works with dark and sad colours

genre : fluff, comfort

Which sport would they play and which role would they have

genre : sfw

Vincent, Isaac and Jean with a MC who loves gardening

genre : fluff

MC taking Theo, Arthur and Vincent on a modern date

genre : fluff

Comte and Leonardo walking in on MC naked

genre : fluff, suggestive (themes of nudity obviously)

Their favourite lingerie on you

genre : suggestive, mdni

Needy Arthur

genre : nsfw, mdni

Napoleon and Leonardo threesome

genre : nsfw, mdni

Carriage sex with Theo

genre : nsfw, mdni

Walking on you naked (Arthur and Isaac)

genre : nsfw, mdni

Dom!Vincent

genre : nsfw, mdni

Deepthroating for Napoleon

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader

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Ikemen characters mood boards

RAY :

Sleeping on my dream 

genre: fluff

Ray and size kink

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, pussy drunk!Ray, praise kink, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

FENRIR :

Green is the colour 

genre: fluff, comfort

A bowl of spaghettis for my love

genre: fluff

midnight tryst

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: outdoor sex, semi public sex, mentions of size kink and dacryphilia, dirty talk, female bodied reader

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What they’d major in

genre : sfw

Mc who is uncomfortable and cautious of men (Red army, Luca and Oliver)

genre : fluff, comfort

Mc turns into a child

genre : fluff, funny

Sirius, Jonah, Fenrir and Zero with a MC who has psoriasis and feels self conscious

genre : fluff, comfort

Their favourite lingerie on you

genre : suggestive, mdni

He sees your nudes (Fenrir and Ray)

genre : nfsw, mdni

Oliver walks in on you naked

genre : nsfw, mdni

Size kink with Ray

genre : nsfw, mdni

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Head Canons

How many times can they cum?

This has been rolling around in my head for days and I just had to get it out 🤭

Luke

You might anticipate he could cum at a ratio relative to his size or strength, ie a lot. After all, the bear is quite greedy when it comes to things he likes - honey, your attention, and… honey…

Yet in spite of how incredibly dedicated he is to thoroughly fucking you, he can only cum once. But be warned, he takes absolutely forever to get off. His stamina is unparalleled - for better or worse.

You can ride him all night if you want. He can keep you pinned up against the wall for hours without breaking a sweat. But you better pray he doesn't overstim you before he gets started himself or you'll be soulless well before he cums. Don't ever try to suck him off. You're jaw will break first.

Yves

Pretty virgin baby didn't do much by himself before he met you. Only the minimally required stress relief when his body demanded so. It's not exactly easy to get into the mindset and try to imagine someone who would want to fuck you when the whole country hates you almost as much as you hate yourself.

But with you he's learning he has more kinks than he even knew existed, and cumming until his mind is essentially non-functional is one of his favourites.

The best way to ruin him is to edge him all day long. A handjob in the morning beneath the covers, a boob job after lunch when you get a chance to steal him away to the gardens, a blow job under his desk when he insists on working longer than anyone else in the faction.

But of course, you never let him cum until after dinner when you can straddle him on the bed and grind down on him until he's a babbling mess begging you to milk him dry.

Nokto

For the man renowned as the palace whore he can't cum nearly as many times as you would expect. He prefers to have his play things seeing stars rather than to shake with ecstasy himself. Pumping them full more than once only risks knocking them up anyway.

Besides, why should he bother exacting such a toll on his body when all he needs to do is to wind them around his elegant fingers just enough to get whatever it is from them he needs before he casts them aside.

It's not like cumming multiple times would make him sleep any better anyway. He's guaranteed to wake up at some ungodly hour of the night in a cold sweat from another nightmare no matter what.

At least that was the case until he met you. Now that he can finally let himself feel his own emotions he wants nothing more than the most sensual sex. The kind where he can hold your gaze while rocks so slow, so deep, and so gentle that the climax builds almost imperceptibly only to absolutely ruin the two of you at the end.

Unless he wants sex in the bath. That's always raunchy af and guarantees he'll fill you to the brim multiple times because the bath is always round one.

Rio

Though he used to fuck his hand over and over every night until his legs were shaking and he could hardly remember his own name, his only wish now that you're finally together is to obey your orders. This means he can cum as much as you want or not at all if that's what makes you happy.

If you want him to edge himself for a day, a week, or a month he'll do it in a heartbeat. If you want him to breed you until he's dehydrated, he will command his body by sheer will alone to keep making cum. He never goes soft. He's always praying for more. He would ask you to cock warm him 24/7 if he thought you'd say yes.

But usually he's content just to focus on your pleasure and lose himself in your sweet depths once or twice at the end.

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