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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: Nokto Klein x reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Suggestive Content | Read at your own risk |  🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Word Count: 580+

(a/n): I have pulled an all-nighter (wise or idiotic? Prolly the latter) so today’s fic came out really early! It’s 7.20 AM for me... This man makes me super soff, I couldn’t help the feelz 🙈

         Nokto’s crimson eyes were studying the love marks he left on your bare body earlier when the two of you made love. You were lying next to him in his bed with your back facing him. A contented smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his mind wandered.
        He had been with a lot of women before. He would have his fun with them and then he would dessert them. They were a toy to him and once he got bored of his toys, he would throw them away and start looking for a new one. No matter how much they cried, he would not pay attention to them again, their tears would leave him cold as a stone. Their feelings had never been able to reach his icy heart. It had always been the same old routine with him until he met you. Now, you were the only woman for him.
        A weary sigh left his lips as his attention returned to the book in his hand. He read one of your favourite passages again, some of the sentences rolled off his tongue in a soft murmur, “ It’s the time that you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important… You become responsible for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose… ” Nokto closed his eyes as he reflected upon the fox’s secret. “I can see why you like this book so much,” he whispered, the was smile still present on his face. “You’ve tamed me,” he mused aloud. “Or perhaps, we’ve tamed each other...”
        “We are each other’s rose… yeah, I like the sound of that,” you yawned, rolling on your side to engulf him in your arms.
        He started when he heard your groggy voice. “I… I thought you were asleep.”
        “I was faking it,” you admitted, showing him a cheeky grin.
        “Why, you little vixen.”
        “It’s only fitting that a vixen like me is by the side of a little foxling like you, dear.”
        Your lover’s lips curled upwards as he shook his head, putting the book down. “It seems I didn’t do a great job at wearing you out despite how many orgasms I made you reach. Perhaps I should try harder next time—”
        You silenced his mischievous speech by placing a finger on his lips. “Oh, I’m tired alright? And I’m sure you must be too. You know I can’t sleep without the warmth of your arms surrounding me.” You pouted cutely, making his heart melt like butter on a frying pan.
        “And you know I can’t sleep if you don’t read to me,” he whined, pursing his lips as he mimicked you.
        “Would you like me to read you to sleep, you big baby?”  You playfully stuck out your tongue.
        “I would very much like it, you evil witch.” He chuckled, giving your nose a soft boop before enfolding you in the warmth of his love. “Read chapter XXI again, my little princess,” he pressed his lips to the top of your head as he passed you the book.
        You cleared your throat and began to read, “ It was then that the fox appeared… ”
        Nokto listened to the story with rapt attention and soon his eyes began to feel heavy as his breathing slowed. He was amazed at how much you had changed him, but what he found more amusing was the fact that, ever since you began reading books to him, he had become unable to get some shut-eye if you did not read him to sleep.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk |  🔞 Minors DNI 🔞 
Additional Warnings: Handjob | Teasing | Orgasm Denial
Word Count: 420+

          One of your hands gently toyed with his nipple as the other was wrapped around his twitching cock. Clavis let out a contented sigh and leaned his head back, pressing it against yours while melting in your arms. The tension that had built up during the day was slowly fading away as he revelled in the warm water on the tub and the delightful, scented candles.
          “Who’s the cute little rabbit now, Lulu?” you quipped playfully, purposely using the nickname that would make his cheeks turn red.
          “Hahaha. That’d still be you, my sweet little bunny.” In spite of his words, he had to admit that coming home to you after a long, exhausting day of fighting off Obsidianite soldiers from the border with Chevalier was rather nice. Being caught in your clutches, for a change, felt deliriously good, but he was not going to admit that so easily.
          A soft, high-pitched moan broke free through his parted lips when you peppered feather-light smooches and nibbles across his shoulder and the back of his neck as you pumped his shaft. He was perilously close to hitting his high and you were well aware of that.
          “That so?” You released his member just in time to deny him of his orgasm and you spoke, “Well, we should get out before we get all pruney.”
          Your lover made a sound that resembled something between a whine and a displeased moan. “Wicked woman,” he hissed with a smile of amusement plastered on his face.
          “What have I done?” You feigned innocence as you caressed his inner thighs.
          “Oh, you know exactly what you’ve done.” He chuckled, holding one of your hands and bringing it to his lips. “I taught you well, haven’t I?”
          “Give me what I want and I might indulge you,” you whispered in his ear before catching his earlobe in between your teeth, giving it a playful tug.
          His tired chuckle rang sweetly in your ears. “I am at your mercy tonight. This weary beast has fallen prey to you, my sweet.”
          “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You purred before pressing your lips to that delicate spot between his neck and shoulder as you resumed pleasuring him.
          Clavis’ quip got caught in his throat as you tightened your grip on his sensitive and needy cock and he swore that he would get back at you for all the cruel teasing. Although, if he had to be honest with himself, this teasing and dominant side of you was quite alluring.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Sariel Noir x FEM!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: Preestablished Relationship | Vaginal Fingering | Teasing | Multiple Orgasms
Word Count: 300+

(a/n): I’m actually proud of this one. Also, this man is  🙈 🙈 🙈 🙈 

          The only thing your hazy mind could focus on was Sariel’s demonic smirk bathed in silver moonlight. His face was resting against your left thigh, amethyst eyes glinting with mischief while he studied your expression of pure, unrestrained bliss. Your walls spasmed around his deft digits as he lazily caressed your sweet spot, riding out the powerful waves of your fourth orgasm.
          A soft, devilish chuckle left his lips as he gently pulled his fingers out of you, bringing it up to his lips to lick it clean. “Ah, look at you completely at my mercy. How delightful.”
          At that moment a thought crossed your clouded mind; if he was a demon, he was unquestionably an incubus.
          Sariel squinted his eyes just a bit, a humorous smile crept across his face and he stated: “Sometimes, you say the most amusing things, little one.”
          A bright blush spread across your cheeks and you attempted to cover your face with your arms feeling utterly embarrassed for accidentally voicing your thoughts, but he stopped you.
          “I want to see ALL of you, my love. Will you let me?” A demand was shrouded in his question— a demand he knew all too well you would never willingly reject. And how could you reject it when the pads of his fingers were ever-so-softly working on the little bundle of pleasure between your legs.
          You meekly nodded, desperate to comply with his every whim since that would get you what you needed the most at that moment: him.
          Rewarded you were as he positioned himself in between your quivering legs, aligning his hard cock with your entrance. “Good girl.”
          The devilish glint in his eyes and the impish smirk never disappeared from his visage as he claimed you, expressing the unrestrained love and devotion he held for you.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x AFAB!reader (no pronouns used)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk |  🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: Blindfolds | Teasing | Multiple Orgasms | Cunnilingus | Vaginal Fingering | Vaginal Sex | PWP
Word Count: 990+

          Clavis always came up with the most unpredictable, craziest, and yet funniest schemes. So, when he clapped his hands that evening and announced his most recent idea, you were not surprised, but rather amused and intrigued. This plan included a nighttime tryst and the use of a matching pair of lilac blindfolds, one for you and one for him. This, of course, led to messy and awkward foreplay filled with laughter and pleasure, the kind of experience the third Prince of Rhodolite was always craving.
          "Oh, Clavis… ngh, yes, right there…" Your chest heaved up and down as your legs kept his head in place.
          Your lover was masterfully flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of pleasure as his middle finger pressed against your G-spot. He could not see your gorgeous face, but he was sure that you were making the cutest of expressions. The desperation in your voice egged him on, and he proceeded to pleasure you with more fervour.
          His ministrations soon pushed you over the precipice of euphoria, and you came undone with a loud moan of his name; your swollen clitoris twitched against his tongue and lips as your walls spasmed around his digit.
          As he helped you ride out every single wave of your orgasm, the movements of his wet muscle gradually became slower till they came to an end. And once you came down from the intense high, Clavis pressed his lips to your inner thighs, leaving a few tender smooches along with the imprint of his love before kissing his way up your body.
          His skilful lips sowed loving kisses all over your stomach, chest, and neck before he pulled away.
          "You make the cutest sounds." He hummed softly, and you felt his breath fanning your face. "I bet your cheeks are all flushed and pretty right now." He let out a melodious chuckle before lowering his head to press his lips to yours. "Oh, that was your nose."
          You could not help but burst out laughing at that, as he again failed to find your lips. Your laughter was so contagious that he soon started laughing with you before giving it another try. This time, he succeeded, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he shared a loving kiss with you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.
          "Clavis…" His name rolled off your tongue in a soft whimper and he knew exactly what you wanted.
          "Hahaha. Eager, aren’t we?" He leaned in to whisper in your ear, accidentally bumping his nose against yours in the process. "Why don’t you tell me what you want, sweet little bunny?"
          Dragging one hand down his chest, you quickly found his leaking cock, took a hold of it, and slowly stroked it up and down, eliciting the most erotic, choked moan from your lover.
          "I want you, Lulu." He shuddered, unsure whether he did so in response to your sensual touch or the sweet nickname. "I want all of this inside me," you said in a sultry tone.
          A brief giggle passed through his lips. "You’re so bold for a little bunny," he teased, stroking your waist with one hand. His touch was so tender that you felt butterflies in your stomach as you guided him to your wet entrance.
          "And you’re too soft for a leopard." A playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.
          "Is that what you really think?" He queried, but instead of waiting for your answer, he slid smoothly into you, relishing the long-drawn-out moan that crawled from the depths of your throat as he bottomed out with ease.
          As if encouraged by your teasing words, the pace he adopted was quick and merciless. The squelching sound of flesh slapping together resounded in your ears as Clavis hit all the right spots inside you. You soon became a mumbling mess, feeling tears of ecstasy prickling at the corners of your covered eyes.
          You found purchase on his rear, nails digging in the smooth, plump flesh. "Aaah… feels so good… gonna make me…. cum again, baby… nnngh!"
          A short and airy chuckle rang in your ears. "Come for me, little bunny… Let’s come… together."
          With a few more ruthless snaps of his hips, the two of you came undone in unison. Your back arched while your walls spasmed hard around him as the intense waves of your orgasm coursed through your whole body, evoking high-pitched mewls and moans to drip from your lips.
          A few moments later, Clavis gently pulled out of you and lay next to you, pulling you closer to him. You nuzzled your head against his neck and wrapped your arms around his torso while still trying to catch your breath.
          "Do you still believe I’ve softened?" He questioned, giggling at your weary state as he uncovered his eyes, before removing the lilac fabric covering yours.
          "I… might have to reconsider my words." You let out a breathy laugh, making him sigh as he pulled you closer to him before planting a loving kiss on your temple.
          "Simply surrender and accept defeat."
          "You know I don't give up that easily," you retorted, running your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and tucking a stray lock behind his ear.
          He stared deep into your pretty eyes with a pout. "Not even to me?"
          You rolled your eyes, finding his childlike antics rather sweet, and replied, "Especially not to you!"
          "Hm. That is part of your charm, I suppose," he stated, letting out a pleased chuckle. "I love you, my sweet."
          You reciprocated his feelings before pressing your lips tenderly against the corner of his mouth, kissing the little mole adorning his gorgeous visage.
          Out of all of your lover’s so-called great ideas , this had been the most fun so far. As you wondered what else his beautiful and mischievous mind would conjure up next, you gradually drifted off to sleep, feeling secure in the warmth of his embrace.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Jin Grandet x FEM!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk |  🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: Breast Worship | Masturbation | Teasing | Clitoral Stimulation | Sex Toys
Word Count: 1230 

(a/n): I finally wrote a little something for my fave boy~ ♥ God, this man is gonna be the death of me is2g   🙈 🙈  

          Jin's bare, muscled thighs were the most comfortable cushion as you sat on his lap with your legs wide open and your back pressed against his broad chest. Your hazy eyes were trained on the reflection of his lust-filled gaze in the mirror purposely placed by the huge mattress.
          He felt your nipples hardening against his slightly rough palms as he tenderly kneaded and fondled your breasts. The warmth of his gentle touch stoked a fire within you that coursed straight down to your core.
          He nuzzled your neck and murmured against the shell of your ear, “So pretty.” Then, he gave your earlobe a delicate nibble, making you shiver in his grasp.
          The pad of his digits teased your pert nipples, which, in response, made you lean your head back against his shoulder and mewl his name. The more he massaged your chest, the more aroused you became. Slowly, one of his hands roamed down your stomach and between your legs, carefully caressing your outer and inner lips while purposely avoiding your little bundle of pleasure. This was causing your arousal to pool at your entrance as you crave more of your lover’s caresses.
          “Jiiin,” his name rolled off your tongue so sinfully that it got him biting on his lower lip to stifle a low, throaty moan.
          “You’re so pretty and pink down here.” His tone was husky yet mellow, and it was gradually eroding your sanity.
          He retrieved the hand teasing your nether regions to graze your lips with his fingertips, coaxing you to open them for him. You complied with his silent demand, and he proceeded to stick two of his digits inside your mouth.
          “Suck them as you would suck my cock.” Your vagina involuntarily clenched around nothing at his command, and you bucked your hips, feeling his warm, hardened shaft throbbing against your lower back.
          A pleased sigh escaped your lover’s lips as your tongue swirled up, down, and around his slender digits. “Good girl, keep going,” he ordered as he pinched and twirled one of your sensitive nipples.
          You whimpered at his delightful ministrations, but the sound was muffled by his digits.
          “Good, good,” he praised, “that’s enough for now.” He pulled out of you and proceeded to toy with your clitoris, applying light pressure on it as he rubbed circles over it.
          The agonising flickering of his deft fingers on your clitoris and the kneading of his hand on your breast evoked desperate moans from you. The nearer you were to your climax, the quicker you were losing your mind, and in an attempt to hold on to the few slivers of sanity left in you, your hands found purchase on the blankets and his hair. Your hips bucked slightly and your legs trembled. You were completely at the mercy of the First Prince.
          As you were about to reach your climax, you absentmindedly yanked on Jin’s hair, making him growl in your ear.
          “Hnhg… cumming… I’m cumming, ngh…” And just as you finished the statement, you came, unravelling in his loving arms as he held you in place.
          “Atta girl,” he said in a dulcet tone as he continued the movements of his fingers to help you ride out every single and powerful wave of your orgasm.
          A brief, sonorous chuckle rang in your ears. “Look, you are all wet down here,” he spoke, tracing a digit along your entrance, gathering a bit of your arousal on it.
          “Nhg, please…” you begged, desperate to be filled.
          “Please, what?” He licked the slick off his finger and let out a contented hum at its delicious taste. “Want my fingers?”
          You nodded, staring at the reflection of his beautiful, burgundy eyes in the mirror.
          “Hm. I’ve got something better than my fingers, though,” he explained as he reached back with one hand, blindly searching for whatever he had hidden behind him on the bed.
          “You see, I found this little thing in a shop in town…” he trailed off as he showed you the item he was holding. It was a pink sex toy with a curved tip. “I thought you might… enjoy it.”
          “You perv,” you rolled your eyes at him.
          He showed you the cutest pout and puppy eyes you had ever seen. “Hey, now. You’re being too harsh with poor, old Jin.”
          You shook your head, unable to contain the little grin spreading across your face. “I am offended, y’know.”
          He appeared perplexed. “Hm, what? Why?”
          “Because you dared go without meee,” you whined playfully.
          You always found new ways to surprise him, and the more he knew about you, the harder he fell for you. “You want to go to a place like that, huh?”
          “Yeah, why not?” You shrugged as if it was no big deal.
          “God, you’re perfect.” He nuzzled your cheek, before giving it a sweet peck. “Fine, we can go together next time.” He let out a hum and added, “But wouldn’t that make you a pervert, as well?”
          “I never said I wasn’t one,” you retorted cheekily.
          “You little…!” He heaved a resigned sigh and snickered softly. “So, wanna try this one?” He waved the toy in front of you.
          “Please~”
          “That’s what I like to hear.” He rubbed your core with the toy, coating it with your arousal.
          Once the toy was thoroughly lubricated, he pressed it against your entrance. “Ready, Princess?”
          “Jin, please~” you pleaded again, spreading your legs further apart.
          “So desperate for me, so sexy,” he mumbled in your ear as he slowly eased the toy inside you. The curved tip of the toy sensually caressed your G-spot every time he thrust it in and out of your hungry little hole.
          Gradually, your soft breaths and mewls filling the room turned into loud and wanton moans, which were music to Jin’s ears. Your lover kept his eyes on you as he peppered loving kisses on your shoulder and neck, nipping your delicate skin here and there. He could not take his wine-like orbs off you. The way your chest heaved up and down, and your tits bounced, your half-lidded eyes, your flushed cheeks, and the way the toy easily slid in and out of you— it was all too much.
          And judging by the way you clenched around the pink toy, you were perilously close to your climax. So, your lover quickened his pace as he used his free hand to massage your clitoris. In a matter of seconds, you came undone as desperate moans crawled from the depths of your throat. The sharp sensation you felt in between your shoulder and neck made your walls grip the pink toy even harder the moment Jin sank his teeth into your skin, like a wild beast in heat, marking its mate.
          As your sense of reason gradually returned post-orgasm, you noticed that your lower back was covered in a sticky, warm liquid. The realisation that Jin had come untouched, just by watching you lose yourself in a mindblowing orgasm, was way too arousing and you let out a hushed curse.
          Jin grabbed you by the chin and turned you to face him before crashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss that anticipated all the sinful activities that the two of you would partake in as long as the glowing light of the moon kept illuminating the starry night sky.

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Fandom:  Ikémen Prince
Pairing:  Chevalier Michel x GN!reader
Genre:  Romance
Warnings:  None
Word Count:  390+

(a/n): Today, I woke up feeling like writing a little something about Chevie, but I wasn’t sure what exactly and that was when I came across this peculiar post 😏 Thank you, @andimjavertmotherfucker for letting me use your lovely idea 💜

          As Chevalier was silently walking down the hall with you in tow, he inwardly contemplated the events that took place earlier at the ball. It had been a long, exhausting evening of listening to the praises and well-wishes of nobles as well as their requests and concerns about certain social, political, and economic matters, and Chevalier’s tiny social battery was running low.
          A weary sigh escaped him as he walked into his room, right behind you, with heavy footsteps. He needed to recharge immediately, so he wasted no time getting ready for bed.
          As soon as you lay next to him, he rested his head on your chest, enveloping you in his arms. Your lover was starving for your loving touch, and when you did nothing to sate his hunger, he let out a low grumble, like a domesticated, grumpy cat demanding head pats and neck scratches from its owner.
          Giddily, you placed one hand on his back and the other on his head, letting your delicate digits thread through his silky, golden locks. He purred softly and heaved a long, contented sigh as he started to relax in your arms.
          He felt the vibration of your chest as a low giggle passed through your lips, and he thought he had heard you whisper something, but surely you did not just call him a—
          “My good boy,” you susurrated, gently trailing your nails over his scalp in a soothing manner.
          A sound that resembled a mocking yet short-lived sneer was the first thing you heard before he finally spoke in a husky tone, “Only a simpleton like you would call this Brutal Beast that.” Despite his harsh words, a faint blush crept across his cheeks, colouring his otherwise pale skin.
          “I may be a simpleton, but the fact remains that you are my good boy,” you cooed merrily as you traced soothing circles over the sensitive skin of his naked back.
          “Hmm…”
          You could almost picture the barely noticeable pout that was surely forming on his handsome face and had to bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from giggling at the adorable thought.
          Perhaps he was too tired to reply, or perhaps he was simply too embarrassed to do so. One thing was certain: he would never, ever express in words how warm and fuzzy your tender caresses and loving words made him feel.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x FEM!reader
Genre: (slight) Romance | Comedy
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.8k+ 
Summary: What were you thinking when you decided it would be a good idea to leave your small pet in the care of the Third Prince?

(a/n): Brain has turned to mush. No thoughts, Lulu only 🙈

          When Clavis turned the corner on his way to his room, a box placed by his door caught his golden eyes. With hurried steps, he approached the mysterious container, and much to his surprise, he found a sleeping puppy inside.
          "Why is there a puppy outside my room?" he muttered as he gazed down at the adorable being with bemused eyes.
          Upon closer inspection, he recognised the puppy. It was one of the puppies that were up for adoption in the town. The only one that nobody paid attention to. Well, nobody except you.
          A few days prior, the Third Prince had taken you out on yet another faux date as the two of you kept pretending to be lovers to conceal your identity as Belle. It was not in his plans to go out on a date with you. He was actually very busy running errands for Chevalier, as per usual, on that sunny afternoon. However, when he caught a glimpse of the forlorn look in your pretty eyes as you gazed at the roses in the garden on your break from studying, he could not help but drag you, his favourite plaything, along.
          At some point, you spotted a woman surrounded by a few squealing kids and some curious adults. They were all playing with at least a dozen puppies. Had Clavis not been paying attention to you, he would have lost you in the crowd, for you left his side in a flash. Amused, he hurried after you and observed you as you smiled at the little balls of fur in front of you. Your gaze was nothing like it had been in the Palace gardens; the smile splitting your face was radiant, almost blindingly so.
          Your eyes landed on a black puppy who was missing a bit of fur right above its left eye. It seemed as though it was the only puppy no one acknowledged. With careful hands, you picked it up, smooched its tiny little head and brought it to your chest as you told it how you wished you could take it home with you. Clavis felt his heart skip a beat, and he was not sure why. Perhaps a visit to the infirmary was due.
          You turned around and met Clavis’s citrine gaze. And, once again, he spotted the sadness in your bright eyes. Grimacing on the inside, he acknowledged that his brother was correct: you were, without a shadow of a doubt, an open book. A moment of silence happened as the two of you stared silently at each other. He frowned slightly. His heart was wrenching, and he dreaded going to the infirmary upon his return to the palace.
          Shaking the feeling off with a chuckle, he inquired, "How do you think Sariel would react if we adopted that little pup?"
          "I think he’d have both our heads on a platter." You heaved a long, dejected sigh before parting with the puppy.
          He shuddered at the prospect, yet his smile did not falter. "We would never hear the end of it." He gently took your hand in his and added, "We better get moving, darling. The carriage is waiting for us, and Sariel will sever our heads if we arrive late."
          Unbeknownst to the purple-headed Prince, the corners of his mouth turned upwards at the fond memory.
          "And how did you end up here, little one?" When he crouched down to pick the small animal up, he noticed a piece of paper folded in two. He grabbed it instead, his golden irises scanning every word. The handwriting was not the neatest, but it was a thousand times better than his own.
          Woof! I mean... Hello, my good prince.
          My gorgeous new momma has noticed you’ve been down in the dumps lately, so she’s sent me on a quest to bring a smile back to your face. Please pet my little head and rub my tiny belly, and I assure you, you’ll feel better. Play with me to your heart’s content, and once you get bored, please safely return me to my dear Momma. Remember that I’m tiny and fragile, so look after me, gentle Prince.
          PS: My lovely momma is still potty training me, so don’t get mad at me. Just call Momma and she’ll come to clean up after me. Also, make sure Uncle Devil doesn’t find out about me, pwetty pwease.
          Clavis’s shoulders shook as he laughed wholeheartedly before picking up the box, making sure he didn’t wake the small creature up as he walked into his room, thinking of all the mischievous things he would do now that an adorable sidekick was presented to him.
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          Later that day, Clavis dropped by your room to return his little companion. Noticing that there was no trace of gloom on his handsome visage, you mentally patted yourself on the back for accomplishing such an achievement.
          "Well, you two seemed like you had a good time." You greeted them with a smile on your face.
          "Oh, we certainly did, didn’t we?" He rubbed the puppy on its chin and it tried to playfully bite his finger. "We played pranks left and right," Clavis lilted merrily.
          Your smile turned into a grimace as you muttered, "Oh, no..."
          "Oh, yes!" He beamed, chuckling contentedly. "The little one is mischievous, did you know?" His shoulders shook as he laughed some more. "She peed all over the kitchen floor. You should have seen Yves’s face," he stated dreamily.
          "Shoot, I need to go clean that up."
          He waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, don’t worry about it. Yves took care of it."
          You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you wondered what on earth you were thinking when you decided to leave the puppy in his care.
          "Papa is so proud of you," he cooed at the black animal.
          "Papa?" Your brows knitted together as you placed your hands on your hips while staring at him incredulously.
          "Yes, I figured since we adopted her—"
          You quickly interrupted him. "I adopted her. And I have been taking care of her for the past three days," you huffed in indignation.
          "Except today," he remarked, "because she spent time with her Papa. Yes, she did." He held the pup close to his face and she licked his nose, making him giggle in delight.
          "Have you given her a name yet?" He queried before you could object to his previous statement.
          Heaving a sigh of resignation, you shook your head. "Not yet."
          He hummed deeply in thought for a moment. How about Minx?"
          "Why Minx?"
          "Because she’s a naughty one. Why else?" His syrupy laughter filled your room.
          "I don’t think so."
          He pouted at your flat rejection but did not let it deter him. "Aw, but she loves it. Right, Minx?" The little pup made a sound resembling a bark, much to his utter delight. "Hahaha. See?"
          "Just give her back to me and go already," you barked, barely holding on to the small sliver of patience you had left in you.
          "I’ll leave you in the care of Momma for now, alright, Minxie? But I promise I’ll come back and play with you later." He rubbed Minx’s belly one last time before you took her from his hands.
          "No, you won’t." You put the pup down after smooching her head.
          Disregarding your statement, he walked towards the door and when his hand reached the doorknob, he halted and said, "Oh, I almost forgot."
          "Yes?" You narrowed your eyes as a sense of dread engulfed you suddenly.
          "She pooped in Cheva’s room," he explained nonchalantly, golden orbs glinting in satisfaction. "You might want to clean that up before he finds out," he drawled.
          "And you’re telling me that NOW?"
          The man simply shrugged and laughed as he walked out of your room. However, his laughter was short-lived. "One more thing," he added quickly, his tone suddenly becoming serious.
          "What is it?" you whined.
          "Sariel found out about Minx, it seems," he stated. "He’s coming this way and he doesn’t look pleased." A wicked smile drew itself on his face.
          You went pale at his words. "Darn it, Clavis!"
          "Well, good luck." That was all he said as he began walking down the hall in the opposite direction from the fuming Devil.
          "Hey, where are you going? Didn’t you say you’re her Papa?" You exclaimed in despair.
          "Ah, but you see, Papa is busy now. I’m sure you can handle this on your own, darling." His devilish laughter echoed in the hall as he skipped away.
          You let out a long frustrated groan, and a short moment later, Sariel knocked twice on the open door. "Belle," he began. "I’ve heard you decided to adopt a dog without consulting me first." There was a sinister smile plastered across his face. "I cannot decide whether you’re too bold or too foolish." There was irritation filling the bottomless pools of his purple eyes.
          His intense stare had you gulping nervously. You took a deep breath and gathered some courage to speak up. "First of all, Clavis and I adopted her. He’s as responsible as I am. "He's her papa," you said, motioning to the squeaking puppy on the floor.
          "Is that so?" His smile grew wider and you winced.
          "H-he even named her Minx," you added, perhaps hoping Sariel would leave you off the hook if you convinced him it was all the Hellcat’s fault. But it was all wishful thinking on your part.
          "A fitting name."
          You cursed under your breath. You were done for; he would impale you on a stake and leave you to die, hopefully alongside the purple-haired fool. As long as he died with you, you would accept your fate.
          Sariel cleared his throat, rousing you from your reverie, and you proceeded to speak in a gentle tone, hoping you would soothe the Devil’s wrath. "Sariel, look... she will leave the moment I leave the palace, alright? And she won’t cause any problems, I promise." You held your pinky out, smiling sheepishly.
          He stared at your finger impassively. "She already has," he rebuked.
          "That was Clavis’s fault. I’ve been keeping her here for a couple of days and she’s caused no—"
          He interrupted you. "Oh, really?" The terrifying grin was back on his face.
          You let out a quivering sigh at the realisation that you had dug your own grave. "Look, can my punishment wait for a few minutes? I have to clean Chevalier’s room quickly." You explained, hurriedly walking past him and out of your room. "I’ll drop by your office once I’m done, and then you can give me AND Clavis the punishment you see fit." You were determined to find that impish feline of a man and drag him by the ear to Sariel’s office, if necessary.
          Sariel exhaled loudly through his nose, frowning as he felt a massive headache fast approaching while he followed your form with his amethyst eyes.
          Minx sniffed one of his shoes and let out a high-pitch bark squeak, pulling Sariel from his thoughts, before attempting to nibble it. The King’s regent clicked his tongue and left your room, closing the door behind him. Belle and that Hellcat were done for, he decided as he slithered down the hall.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Sub!Chevalier Michel x Fem!Domme!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: Established Relationship | Pegging | Spanking | Praising | Femdom | Jerking off | Fingers Fucking Mouth 
Word Count: 1030+

This story is part of @xxsycamore ‘s Visions of Temptation 2022 Day 21 Pegging + Prompt 16. “I’ll go gentle. Though, we can always change that.”

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 830+ 

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance | Humour
Warnings: None | Bugs (Crickets)
Word Count: 920+

(a/n): Fellow writers, do you ever feel infatuated with what you write? Because I have no other words to describe how writing this little piece made me feel and how in love I am with it 👉👈

          Exhaustion weighed down on his heavy shoulders, and the third prince had difficulty keeping his smile in place as he inconspicuously dragged his feet on the floor while he made his way to his room.
          Once inside, his back collided against his door for a moment as he closed his weary eyes and heaved a long sigh. He dragged his feet to the couch and slumped on it in an ungraceful fashion, not even bothering to take his coat off or properly lay on the couch given that his feet were still touching the ground.
          Sleep took over his being almost immediately, but as he was entering the sweet land of dreams, a loud chirping rang painfully in his ears, followed by another, and another, and yet another until it turned into an orchestra of loud chirping. It was as if the crickets had all gathered in his room to perform a midnight concert, or so Clavis thought.
          A low, irritated growl passed through his lips as he gathered the will to get up. He let his liquid-gold eyes roam carefully around the room, but to no avail. His room was in such a terrible state that it would be hard to find the little bugs without doing a thorough search, and it was too late for that.
          But… How was it possible that a group of crickets found an entrance to his room? And why would— No. Who let them in? Think, Clavis, think. There was only one person, aside from Cyran Rose, who possessed the key to his room, but… It was not possible. Was it? She wouldn’t spend the whole day on her hands and knees around the palace gardens, getting her delicate hands dirty as she filled a jar with crickets. That would be impossible. She wouldn’t just… She could never prank the Prank Master. She had never attempted to before, so why now? No, there was no way. No way at all. She wouldn’t just dare to use the key he trusted her with to prank him. Not a chance. Yet she had, hadn't she? She had pulled a prank on the prankster himself.
          Clavis fell back down on the couch, head tilting back, heavy eyelids fluttering closed, and hands covering his face as he ruminated while a chorus of music chirped in the background. Suddenly, his shoulder began to shake. At first, it was light, but it quickly turned into uncontrollable shaking. Hysterical, maniacal cackles erupted from the prince. His heart was beating erratically, and his stomach was fluttering insanely as an immense amount of joy overtook him. Ah, to think his woman loved him as much as he did, so much so that she'd play a small, inoffensive prank on him. His heart was bursting with joy. Bliss. Pure and unrestrained bliss.
          After a few minutes, the laughter finally subsided and he calmed down, wiping away a few tears from his face as he got up and out of his noisy room. There was a little spring in his step as he bounced down the hall. It seemed like his fatigue had been washed away, like someone had cast a spell on him, lifting up the hex that was troubling him.
          Oh, what a wicked witch you were, he thought as he observed your sleeping form on the mattress after stepping into the peace and tranquillity of your room—your sanctuary and his refuge. And as if entranced by magic, he let his feet lead him to your bed and under the covers. Like a refugee seeking heat on a cold night, Clavis clung to your warm body, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He breathed you in, letting your familiar and comforting scent engulf his entire being, making him forget about his obligations, his worries, and his insecurities; making him forget about the world and the universe.
          What a wicked and powerful witch, making him fall victim to your nurturing and unconditional love. Wicked indeed, he merrily concluded as he wrapped his arms around his dormant lover, his beloved Queen, the conqueror of his wounded heart, and the empress of his overworked body and idealistic soul.
          "Lulu?" you susurrated, snuggling closer to him. "What are you doing here?"
          Wicked. Diabolical. Impish. Mischievous. Naughty woman. He could hear the laughter in your tone. That same laughter that gave you away, and you weren't even trying to hold back. He was sure you were sporting a smug, victorious smile on your atrociously gorgeous face. But he was too tired to open his eyes, too tired to move. And he did not want to move; he wanted to bask in your love, your beauty, and your sweet, floral scent for the rest of his life and forevermore.
          "...choir… of crickets… can’t… sleep…" he dragged out his words.
          You erupted in melodic laughter, not holding back the delight your triumph had brought you, for you have won, and double won! Firstly, you got your revenge on your lover, who pranked you as a way of living; and secondly, you got him to sleep in your bed, caged in your loving arms.
          "Oh, how the tables have turned," you lilted.
          Your giggles were music to his ears, and he could not help but smile against your perfect skin, feeling delighted and proud as if he had won too. And perhaps he had. He most definitely had. He was now falling into the sweetest of slumbers right in your arms—his home—the only place he belonged in the entire world.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance 
Warnings: None 
Word Count: 590+

(a/n): I know, I know… I’m shocked myself. But, I happened to have a sweet little dream about him that later turned spicy but that’s a fic for another day and I can’t get him out of my head. 👉👈 So, blame my subconscious.
Also, keep in mind that I don’t read the JP game or any translations of it. So, this is purely my interpretation of his character mixed with how I imagine him to be like or how I’d like him to be like. 

          It had not been part of his plan to fall in love. He had not foreseen it. He could not have. His first impression of you was that of a naive and frail little rabbit who one day found herself among savage beasts in a place she did not belong. To think a cold-blooded beast like him would develop such strong feelings of love for a weak and inoffensive rabbit like you. How absurd. Yet, when he finally realised you were not the feeble vermin he had believed you to be, it was all too late—he was in too deep.
          You were as strong as the waves crashing on the shore and as caring and nurturing as a mama bear; a cougar with an imposing presence, unafraid to stand up for others, and unafraid to speak her mind; a beast tamer and whisperer, calming their agitated hearts with your presence, and soothing their very souls with your words.
          For the longest of times, Gilbert yearned, and pinned, and ached for your love, your touch, your warmth, and your kindness. He fantasised, right before falling asleep—late at night after working himself to the bone—what it would be like to find you waiting for him in his bed, eager to engulf him in your affectionate arms and snuggle against him, caressing each other tenderly as you slowly entered the land of golden slumbers hand in hand.
          And now that he found himself in bed with you, purring like a spoiled kitten as his mistress gently threaded her nimble fingers through his jet-black locks, he felt fulfilled—the undisclosed desires in his heart had been satisfied. No more wondering what it would be like to be loved by you. All those fantasies, all those pleasant dreams that played in his mind while he was sleeping, had finally come true.
          You leaned down to press your lips against his waiting ones, nibbling and playfully pulling on his lower lip. His scarlet eye shimmered at the intensity of your kiss.
          "You’re supposed to close your eye, you know?"
          "Ahaha." His chuckling was light and wholehearted as he met your gaze with his soft scarlet eye. "And why would I do that? I want to see you, all of you."
          You let out a short-lived giggle and sighed softly. "The feeling is mutual," you expressed, trailing the edges of his eye patch with the tips of your fingers.
          "Take it off, then," he said, giving you permission to remove the object that covered half of his face. "Although, I doubt you'll like what you see."
          You removed the patch carefully, letting it slide off his face and onto the mattress before letting your digits roam over the side of his face you had never caressed before.
          "You’re gorgeous, Gil," you breathed as you leaned to sprinkle smooches around the skin of his bad eye. The touch of your lips was a tender stroke of a rose petal on his skin. "I love you," you susurrated against his slightly ajar lips while staring into his eye.
          "Say that again." His voice was mellow— completely different to what he usually sounded like. "Please. Say it again," he pleaded with his voice, his words, his eyes and his body.
          "I love you, Gil," you repeated. And you would repeat it as many times as he wanted you to.
          This time, it was the first prince of Obsidian who planted a kiss on your lips. But unlike your fierce and playful kiss, his was tender and pure, like the love for you that he was trying to convey with it.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance ( A slight bit of angst)
Warnings: None | Might contain sp*ilers of his route.
Word Count: 1680+
Prompt: Cinnamon Kiss

(a/n): This was supposed to be my contribution to the Fall Fluff/Autumn Angst CCC event but I didn’t finish it on time. Still, I wanted to finish it and share it, so here it is~ ♥

          The sound of the raindrops hitting the windowpane reached my ears. I instinctively scrunched up my nose even though—instead of the rain-soaked roses—all I could smell was the sweet almond-like fragrance of the sheets of paper that were piling up on my desk, wonderfully arranged in the form of tedious paperwork.
          Everything felt incredibly dull today. Although, it wasn’t just today. This was a recurring event, and it was related to the last of the so-called Seven Wonders of Clavis Lelouch. Not that any of those were worthy of being called wonders. They were all just my undisclosed secrets. And this one in particular was about a scar from my past that made me immensely unhappy. However, there was one little lady I might be willing to open up to and share these scars with.
          I heaved a heavy sigh and twirled my quill between my thumb and forefinger while my lips pursed into a small pout. It was difficult to focus on the paperwork placed before me when the pouring rain reminded me of that—
          My appalling thoughts were cut short by a familiar soft knock on my office door. There was only one person who’d knock that way, and the thought of her brought a smile back to my face. I straightened my back and greeted her as she stepped into the room. By the looks of it, she came bearing snacks.
          "What a lovely surprise! Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t resist visiting me, little bunny?"
          My grin widened as she hummed, flashing me a dazzling simper. She was simply radiant—my little rainbow on a rainy day; my little ray of sun on a cloudy day. My eyes followed her as she placed the small tray on my desk. The sweet aroma of hot cocoa and banana bread filled my nostrils. I could also sense a hint of cinnamon in the air. What a lovely woman. Did she bake that just for me? Before I could articulate the question, she answered me as if she could read my mind.
          "I prepared some snacks for you, you big thief." Her tone was playful as she walked around the desk to stand by my side.
          "Thief?" I queried, furrowing my brows. "What have I stolen?"
          "My heart," she announced in a cheeky tone.
          I felt my cheeks warming up at her words. That was a critical hit that I had to counter before it was too late. So, I swiftly took a hold of one of her delicate hands and pulled her right onto my lap. One of my hands rested firmly on her waist as I pinched her cheek with the other.
          "Who’s my little baby bunny cheeks, the love of my life, my lovely little baker? Who’s my stunningly beautiful little darling?" I let out a chuckle as her cheeks dusted a deep shade of pink and her lips pursed into an endearing pout. But my moment of triumph soon came to an end when she planted a saccharine kiss on my unprepared lips. The action was so brief and sudden that I wasn’t able to return it or even close my eyes. My lips were probably still ajar as I stared at her with wide eyes; my heart rate increased as I felt my cheeks ablaze.
          She giggled at my abashed reaction; the sound of her laughter spoke of all my favorite melodies. My brows knitted lightly as I pulled her closer with both my hands on her hips.
          "You're going to be the death of me with all that cuteness," I muttered absentmindedly.
          "You better not go dying on me, Clavis Lelouch," she warned in a stern voice, giving my nose a gentle boop.
          And I had to go and let that slip my tongue, didn’t I? How embarrassing. I found it extremely hard to keep my cool in front of her, at times. Most of the time. Every single time. She made me so nervous that I failed to keep my feelings hidden, and when I did succeed, she simply read me like an open book.
          I observed as her gorgeous eyes left my adoring gaze to stare out the window. Some things were hard to talk about, even with her. But deep down in my scarred heart, I knew I had to be honest with her, if not with anyone else. I was aware that she prepared these snacks to lift my spirits. I also knew she had a million questions she wanted an answer to. It was only natural to want to know everything about your loved one. And she did inquire, but she was good at reading people and never pressed the matter when she noticed I was not ready to quell her curiosity. Exactly like I didn’t press her when she told me she didn’t want to rush things with us and get physically intimate just yet. Mutual respect. No one ever had shown me that before. It’s… nice.
          Soon, her lovely eyes met my longing gaze once more, and she said, "You should drink your cocoa before it gets cold, and eat that slice of banana bread before Cyran or the old seneschal take it from you." She giggled while I scowled.
          Her desserts were popular not only in the Kingdom of Lelouch but also in the Kingdom of Roses. I could handle Cyran and the old man. But my ravenous brothers also craved the sweets my dearest baked, and they did so almost as much as they craved Yves’s desserts, much to my dismay. Jealousy erupted deep within me at the thought, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent as I forced the hideous feeling away. The first time she baked something for me, I was tempted to spread a nasty rumour about her baking skills, but the thought of her sad face dissuaded me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and I knew how happy she got whenever people enjoyed her treats.
          "I wouldn’t like that," I said with a pouty tone. "Feed me?" I lifted my head enough to peer up at her with my pleading, golden orbs.
          She contemplated my request for a moment before she replied, "Just this once."
          She knew as well as I did that she would never deny my request, not when I gazed into her eyes like that, and the mere thought made my stomach flutter in delight.
          She turned on my lap so that her legs hung on one side, and then she picked up the fork on the tray and cut a piece of the sugary dessert before gingerly bringing it to my lips.
          "Open wide," she lilted.
          I complied, closing my lips around the fork all while staring deeply into those gorgeous and bright eyes of hers.
          "Sheesh, can you not look at me that way when I’m feeding you?"
          I took my time savoring the sweetness of the treat she’d baked. "How so?" I asked after swallowing.
          "Like, you know," she struggled to respond, much to my amusement. "You were looking all smug while giving me that sexy look."
          "Hahaha. My, are you getting flustered? Do you find me that enticing?" I lifted an eyebrow as I shot her a sly grin.
          "Verily. So don’t go making that face, or I might end up gobbling you up." She proceeded to pepper my cheeks with affectionate smooches. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the heat radiating not only off my cheeks but also from the tips of my ears, as I asked her to hand me the mug.
          I took a sip, feeling the hot beverage quickly warm me up inside—or perhaps it was simply her being herself that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I basked in the feeling, regardless, as I closed my eyes and kissed her loving lips. But when I pulled away, I noticed she was making a funny face.
          "Ew, cinnamon." She stuck out her tongue, disgusted by its taste.
          I laughed wholeheartedly at that. For a moment, I forgot she disliked that spice. "If you don’t like cinnamon, then why did you add some to the cocoa?"
          "Because you like it, you doof."
          "Aaaw, how adorable of you. But, does that mean you won’t kiss me now?" I pursed my lips as I placed the mug back on the tray. "Don’t you like the taste of cinnamon on my lips?"
          "I do not!" She exclaimed.
          "Oh, what a shame! I was thinking of sharing a big secret of mine with you, but now... I think I’ve changed my mind."
          She gasped, squinting her eyes at me. "Lulu, you’re such a manipulative man."
          "I’m your manipulative man." I grinned slyly.
          "Fine, you want kisses?" She then proceeded to crash her lips against mine. Her kiss was eager and intense, just like her interest in me. By the time she broke away, I was left in a daze, and it took me a while to compose myself.
          "You really are eager to know my secrets, hm? How very flattering, my darling."
          "You don’t have to if you’re not ready." The way her eyes softened as she tenderly cupped my cheek in her hand set my heart aflame.
          "But then you’d have kissed me in vain."
          "I might not dislike the taste of cinnamon on your lips as much as I thought," she admitted with a coy simper.
          "Hahaha. That pleases me." I took a breath as I readied myself to tell her about one of my secrets. "I hope you have time because this is no short tale."
          She rubbed her thumb over my cheekbone. "For you, my troublesome kitty, I’ve got all the time in the world."
          She was too much. My heart couldn’t possibly take all that sweetness. I was in a bit of a predicament, I realized, as I grabbed the hand on my cheek and brought it to my lips. My adorable darling listened with rapt attention as I, at last, told her about the reason behind my hatred towards the smell of rain-soaked roses.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Sub!Yves Kloss x Domme!Fem!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞 
Additional Warnings: Established Relationship | Pegging | Praising | Femdom | Aftercare
Word Count: 760+

Squelching sounds produced by the generous amount of lube coating the dildo that was filling his hungry little hole were bouncing off the walls, and it was all too lewd and loud for the fifth prince. However, what he failed to realise was that the moans escaping through his parted lips were louder and could be heard across the hall. Or, perhaps, he did not care, since the princes, the King’s regent, the ministers, and the rest of the palace staff were too occupied attending the Palace Ball, while he was, once again, not allowed to assist due to the Obsidianite blood running through his veins.

The mere thought made him so furious that he unconsciously tightened the hold on your hand, and you immediately slowed your pace.

"Evie, are you alright?" There was concern in your gaze as you met his tear-filled eyes.

Your voice pulled him out of his brief reverie, and he nodded as whiny pleas for you to thrust faster into him left his swollen, cherub lips.

You leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as the movement of your hips came to a halt, and said, "Focus on me, sweetie. The rest can go suck it." 

A loud gasp left his lips, and he furrowed his brows. You knew better; you always have.

"Language!" he chastised jokingly before bursting into a fit of contagious giggles. When he finally calmed down, he wrapped his arms around your neck and stared at your smiling face with adoration in his light-blue eyes.

"It’s alright, really. Spending time with you like this, with no one bothering us or," he cleared his throat, cheeks mirroring the roses outside his window, "listening in... is more rewarding than any ball."

"Mhm. Besides, you can be as loud as you want." You bit down on your lower lip before claiming his in a loving yet ravenous kiss as you pushed the ivory tip of the phallic object attached to the strap-on, deeper inside of him.

A long-drawn-out moan crawled from the depths of his throat, his brows furrowed in the process, and eyes rolled to the back of his head as he wrapped his legs around your waist while his greedy hips moved to get more of that sinful feeling. You picked up your pace, making sure to hit his sensitive spot with the tip of the toy with each and every single one of your thrusts.

"... good…s’good." He moaned as new tears of utter delight blurred his vision briefly before streaming down his rosy cheeks. "You’re s-so… good to me, (y/n)," he managed to say in between moans while reaching blindly to hold your hand.

You twined your fingers with his and felt his grip tighten ever-so-softly as you continued making love to him. Precum gathered at his tip and dribbled down his twitching shaft. He was perilously close to reaching his climax, and his wanton cries and incoherent babbling were fueling you to continue abusing his puckered hole.

"That’s it, Evie. Cum for me," you susurrated in his ear before running your tongue over the shell of his ear.

"Ngh, not… there…" 

His ears were his weakest point, and the moment you nibbled down on his earlobe, he felt himself gushing and making a mess of your stomach as well as his own.

You kept a steady pace, riding the waves of his orgasm until his body went languid underneath you. Then, while he recovered his breath, you caressed the skin of his cheek and neck with the tip of your nose before gingerly pulling out.

"You did well, Evie," you gently whispered as you lay down next to him, running your fingers through his damp locks. "Does a bath sound good?"

He turned his head to meet your lovely eyes and nodded before speaking hoarsely, "Later, though." He placed a weary hand on your cheek, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb as he admired your gorgeous features. "Stay here with me for a while?"

"Of course."

"Then, after the bath, we can go get some snacks."

His suggestion was quite appealing, and if you had to be honest, you were craving his sweet desserts.

You shot him a beautiful, wide grin. "Whatever you want, my sweet prince."

You were so mesmerising under the silvery light of the full moon that he felt his heart a-flutter. He pursed his lips lightly, shaking himself from his brief stupor, before smiling brightly at you. "I love you, (y/n)."

You turned your head to give his palm a warm kiss as you susurrated, "I love you, too."

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Domme!Fem!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors, blank and ageless blogs DNI 🔞 or you’ll get B L O C K E D
Additional Warnings: Established Relationship | Femdom | Pegging | Praising | Teasing | Dirty-talking | Groping | Spanking | Odaxelagnia (biting) | Marking | (Slight) Choking | Aftercare
Word Count: 1.3k

(a/n): I’m so glad I finally got some time to finish this little treat for myself. Hope you all enjoy this~ ♥

The single aromatic candle placed on Gilbert's bedside table cast the shadows of the two lovers consumed by passion on the wall. The tiny flame flickered as it barely illuminated their bare bodies.

When he first met you several years ago, the First Prince of Obsidian had believed you to be easy prey— or at least, moderately so. However, he had never gotten you to react as he wanted you to. Your behavior had always left him mystified. You would giggle light-heartedly or just show him a playful smile whenever he made clear he was aware of your true identity. No, you were oddly different. Most people would cower before him and struggle to speak coherently on a normal day. Yet, you would look him straight in his scarlet eye even when he would lose his grip on his resolve and let his bloodlust run wild. You would not just stay your ground but also throw him a wink and a coquettish smile as if walking willingly into the awaiting mouth of a ravenous beast. Were you foolishly blind to the danger around you even when it was right in front of you? Or was it all just a perfectly crafted mask of bravado?

At times, you reminded him of his pleasure-loving friend, although the Third Prince of Rhodolite had never attempted to flirt with him unlike you— and you flirted a lot. After having met you for a while, Gilbert began wondering whether you were a natural flirt who complimented and teased just about everyone or if it was just with him. The possibility of his being special to you stirred something deep inside him. With time, the urge to possess you and monopolize your attention grew as stronger as the doubts chewing him away. Despite knowing you were not one to feed people lies, or distorted images of the truth as he would, he could not help but wonder if you truly meant those honeyed words that often spilled from your lips in his presence.

You were different. Unlike other people, you did not want anything from him. You did not treat him any differently from how you treated others. You were the only one who actually treated him like a human being and perhaps that was why he slowly began to let down his guard around you. He was supposed to be a master at deceiving and manipulating others, yet there he was facing his greatest challenge right in the eyes—and what gorgeous eyes those were. At that juncture, he failed to anticipate that those lovely eyes and that enchanting smile would be his downfall.

As if casting a magic spell, you lured the crimson-eyed man right into a pitfall and further down into the endless abyss of your love. A love that was a cup of hot cocoa on a freezing day: warm, sweet, and comforting. And, by the time he came to his senses, it was far too late. The Conqueror Beast had been corrupted and conquered by the one he had been trying to conquer and corrupt the most.

A strangled moan left his lips as you marked the sensitive skin of his neck with your teeth. The bite was gentle enough to draw the slightest bit of pain, but that was not enough for Gilbert.

“More…” he rasped, “harder.”

Unlike you who did not appreciate pain, he loved it. Inflicting it or experiencing it, there was a fine line that he had never been afraid to cross. And by crossing that line, Gilbert Von Obsidian learned the hard way you don’t like to be bitten, especially not without your consent. That one time, he saw how assertive, strong, and true to yourself and your beliefs you actually were. A bunny-rabbit you were not, you taught him as much. No, you were a beast tamer.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific, little cub,” you cooed in his ear. “Do you want me to bite you harder or to fuck you harder?”

You nibbled the shell of his ear and he let out a high-pitched groan. “...yes.” That was all he could muster as he was lost in the pleasure you were providing, and you knew that pushing him further would only prove futile. So, heaving a soft sigh, you wrapped your hand around his neck, applying enough pressure to make him lose what little he had left of his composure without cutting his airway completely, while firmly gripping his hips to plunge the dildo harder into his famished hole.

His cheeks were feverish with arousal and his eye was prickling with tears as he whimpered and moaned, completely surrendered to you and your ministrations. A wild beast turned docile in the arms of its tamer.

You bit him again, harder this time. A tear rolled down his cheek and he reached underneath him, wrapping three fingers loosely around his cock—right under his cockhead— and he pumped himself slowly up and down, up and down. All he could think about was his imminent release.

You swatted his hand away and placed your palm on his rear, groping and kneading it before giving him a smacking spank, making him gasp audibly.

Your lover turned his head, as much as he possibly could, to stare at your mouth hungrily, silently begging you to bestow a kiss upon his begging lips. And you indulged him, kissing him fervently while releasing the grip around his neck only to play with his pert nipples. 

“So whiny,” you remarked. “You like it when I touch you here, don’t you, Gil?”

He grunted in response, arching his back, and greedily trying to meet your thrusts while reaching for your lips again. Now, shamelessly putting all your weight on him, you kept toying with his nipples while thrusting steadily into him and bringing your other hand under him to delicately and gingerly massage his testicles. 

Almost instinctively, he reached down to wrap three digits around his shaft once again. 

“Are you close?”

“...yes,” he managed to croak out.

“Be a good boy and come for me, then~” you lilted, panting from the strain and arousal.

Gilbert felt his cheeks ablaze, heart fluttering in his chest. His usually cold body was warm with excitation now.

With a low whimper, he quickened the pace of his hand focusing on the way the tip of the toy hit his prostate with each of your plunges into his puckered hole. And after a few more seconds, he came undone, painting his inner thighs and the bed sheets white with his seed. His breathing was labored and low moans spilled from his mouth as he continued pumping himself ever-so-slowly as if afraid of overstimulating himself.

“Such a good boy,” you showered him with praise and affection as he gradually came back from his high. Then, you gently pulled out of him and took the strap with the toy of your hips and sowed tender smooches and nips over the back of his neck and shoulders before admiring the marks you left on his skin.

Your lover was spent, yet he reached for you and your warmth with his hand, cupping one of your hands and twinning his fingers with yours. With an airy chuckle, you wrapped yourself around his body once more, burying your face in his sweat-damped nape.

“Hey, Gil, are you hungry?” you asked in a low tone. “Should I make you something to eat?”

You waited a moment and when you got no reply, you raised your head only to find his blood-red eye shut. His chest was heaving evenly as he slept. 

“I must have worn you out, huh?” You snickered impishly. It was amusing how quickly Gilbert would fall asleep whenever you held him.

As not to wake him, you carefully peeled yourself off him to clean him up, and once you were done, you climbed back into bed and wrapped the covers around the two of you before snuggling closer to your sleeping lover, engulfing him in your loving arms and ensuring he slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

Never in a hundred years would the Black Tiger have believed someone would ever triumph and conquer his beastly heart, body, and soul. Yet, there he lay comfortably and securely in the arms of his lover.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x FEM!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 500+

(a/n): Happy Birthday to the one and only Hellcat, King of my heart ♥ and owner of all of my UwUs
This is my early contribution to @solomons-poison's Minx's Summer Fun Event!

This fic is inspired by that new CG of his that is absolutely adorable TwT

You hummed a soft, merry tune while gazing at the waves crashing on the beach with a small smile on your face as your hair danced with the soft, salty breeze.

"You look beautiful from down here."

You heard the voice of your lover and looked down.

"You always look beautiful, of course, but—" His words were caught in his throat the moment your eyes met his, and you noticed his cheeks turning a soft hue of coral pink.

"But?" You urged him to continue with a gentle tone.

"You take my breath away," he mumbled, getting shy all of a sudden.

"Never dreamed of the day I'd see Clavis Lelouch, King of Lelouch, let his shyness show." You laughed merrily, running your loving digits over his wet locks.

Clavis had taken you on a short trip to Benitoite, and even though it was not a pleasure trip, he made sure to make room to go swimming with you, his precious queen, at the beach and create new and happy memories together on his day of birth.

His brows furrowed lightly, and his lips turned into a childish pout.

"Weren't you the one who begged me, your adoring husband, to show you every side of me?"

You nodded, giggling some more.

"Why, yes! For you see, I love my husband very much, and I appreciate him showing me everything about him."

Your smile was like the setting sun, and he had to avert his gaze for a moment as if blinded by its radiance.

"Even the lamest and most pathetic of my sides?" His tone was so low that, had you not been paying attention, it would have gotten lost in the sound of the crashing waves.

"There's nothing lame or pathetic about you, Lulu." Your voice was a tender caress, and it held so much affection in it that Clavis swore he could break down and cry on your lap for the rest of the day. Yet he still refused to let you see him cry, so he blinked back the tears that threatened to spill and smiled up at you.

"Dearie me, you say the most heart-melting of things." He took a deep breath, placed one hand on top of yours, and reached up with the other to cup your cheek. And when he did so, he saw the wedding ring that you had made for him with your own two hands around his finger. Oh, what a fool he was. For only fools let their insecurities get the better of them, he thought inwardly. "I love you, darling." Gazing fondly at you, he circled his thumb over your reddened cheek. There was nothing he should worry about except finding new and entertaining ways of bringing a dazzling smile to your face.

"And I love you, my sweet."

Your words sounded like music in his ears, and he let out a sigh, slowly shutting his golden eyes as you lowered your head to press a sugary kiss to his forehead before wishing him a happy birthday.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Sub!Clavis Lelouch x Domme!Fem!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞Minors, blank and ageless blogs DNI 🔞 or you’ll get B L O C K E D
Additional Warnings: Established Relationship | Femdom | Pegging | Praising | Rimming | Hair-pulling | Dirty-talking | Groping | Spanking | Glove Fetish | Rough Sex | Fingers in mouth | Odaxelagnia (biting) | Marking | Aftercare
Word Count: 3.5+k

(a/n): I love Clavis so much I can't think straight, anymore 🙈💜

The King of Lelouch sighed in delight, his fingers gripping the pristine bed sheets as your delicate hands, covered with his dark gloves, kneaded, squeezed, and spanked his rear while your tongue drew circular patterns on his puckered rim. The sensation of your hot breath against his sensitive skin made his cheeks burn.

He knew he brought this upon himself, and it was not anything new. No, you two had done this so many times, but it never stopped being so embarrassing, especially now that his rear was up in the air, all exposed to you. So embarrassed and vulnerable did he feel that he buried his handsome face in the fluffy pillows, hiding from the whole world and the intrusive thoughts of the possibility of someone—anyone—finding out King Clavis’s dirty little secret. What would his people think? How would his most trusted soldier react? What would Chevalier say? The mere thought was mortifying, so he buried his face further into the pillow, trying to think about something else. Anything. The gentle squeeze of your hands on his rear ground him. You, intuitive you, have always noticed when something was off with him. Your reassuring touch helped him relax, and his thoughts wandered into more pleasant places.

His mind, hazy with desire, was fortunately still lucid enough to recall the amusing and exhilarating events that led to his current predicament. Memories of those playful pranks that served as a not-so-subtle plea for your attention invaded his mind as the waves of unadulterated ecstasy invaded his entire body the moment your tongue entered his puckered hole while one of your hands cradled his testicles ever-so-gently, keeping them out of harm's way, as the other pumped his erected shaft.

From the harmless jokes to the elaborate schemes, Clavis had gone to great lengths to try and monopolize your attention, to feel your lustful gaze on him, the warmth of your touch on his body, and the love in your heart that was for him and him alone.

His mischief had succeeded, but not in the way he thought it would and certainly not in the precise moment he wanted—nay, needed to. His mind wandered to a week prior, when you stepped into your shared room and right into one of his many traps.

A net fell upon you from above, trapping you like it would a wild little bunny. 
"Oh, for the love of— Clavis!" You huffed, trying to get rid of the net and tangling yourself more in the process.

"Hmm, that has a ring to it." He let out a mirthful snicker. "Need a hand, little bunny?"

"It’s the sixth time you’ve pranked me today. I see you, Clavis. You don’t have to do this to get my attention." The irritation was clear in your tone, much to his utter delight.

"It is not your attention that I so desire, my dear wife."

"Oh, really? Because, to me, this is screaming, ‘Oooh, I want the undivided attention of my lovely wifey so much I can’t stand it. Oooh.’"

A barely audible gasp left his parted lips as his cheeks dusted a dark shade of pink. For a moment, he was speechless as his heart leaped in his chest, but he soon regained his composure.

"I’m moved… I—" he wiped a fake tear—I have no words. My darling loves me so much that she did an impersonation of me." He breathed a contented sigh. "I am the luckiest man in all of Rhodolite and Lelouch together."

You let out a brief, airy laugh and shook your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

"If it’s not attention, then what do you want, Clavis?"

"Well, I do want your undivided attention, of course. However, that is not everything that I want from you," he explained as he carefully peeled the net off you with his slender and deft fingers. "I suppose you’ve noticed how poorly I’ve been behaving lately."

"It's hard not to when I’m your one and only target."

"And everyone else is glad about your noble sacrifice." His ever-present smile widened. "But I suppose you could say I’ve been a naughty boy." He waited for your reaction, and when you nodded your head, he continued. "And what do you do to naughty boys?"

"You chastise and ground them?"

He clapped his hands, making you blink in surprise. "That’s right! You discipline them."

"Oh~ And how do you propose I do that?" You could barely restrain your lips from spreading into a huge grin.

"Well, I have a suggestion." The wicked smile he sported told you that whatever he was about to say would be very appealing.

"Go on then," you urged him to proceed.

"Remember that naughty short story you wrote about Countess Lissandra and Count Julio?"

"Oof, I wrote that ages ago. I’m afraid I don’t quite remember."

Those were lies, and he knew that.

"In that case, I will gladly help you remember..." His smile grew wider still, and his cheeks turned pink as he walked towards you, leaning slightly to whisper in your ear, "I want you to make love to me, spank me, pull on my hair, and whisper words of love in my ear. How does that sound?" He practically purred like a heinous wildcat.

You gulped down the moan that threatened to escape from the confines of your throat. "Alright." His eyes sparked at that. "But not tonight." And just like that, they dimmed with mild disappointment.

"Why not?" He blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing ever-so-elegantly.

"That’s part of your punishment for tormenting me."

He pouted childishly. "But you’ll do it tomorrow, right?" You walked out and away from the room, completely forgetting the reason you entered it in the first place. "Right, darling?" Oh, his perfectly crafted smile was soon to crumble.

A few days passed, and you would still refuse to indulge your lover, who was getting more and more anxious and fidgety. And as the days turned into a dreadful week, Clavis grew increasingly impatient. He craved your touch, your love, and the sweet torment that only you could provide. He longed for the moment when you would take charge again and show him the passionate intensity hidden beneath your calm yet sunny disposition.

It was a quiet, snowy, and uneventful morning when you decided to strike, catching your husband completely off guard. He was calmly walking down the palace's cold halls, his mind occupied with scheming and coming up with wondrous ways of pranking the palace staff and his dear younger brothers. He wanted to prank you more than anyone else, but he knew that if he continued pushing you, all his effort would go to waste. He had been patiently waiting for you to pounce on him for a whole week, but his patience was running out; he needed to let off some steam, and what better way to do so than by pranking the people who love him so much?

As he turned the corner, completely submerged in his own thoughts, he was assaulted by what he would describe as a ravenous little rabbit as you, without so much as a word, pushed him against the wall, gripping his arm firm yet tenderly and grabbing a fistful of his lavender locks.

His heart raced, a mixture of surprise, delight, and arousal pumping through his veins. This was what the king had been yearning for—what stirred something primal and depraved within him. You leaned in, your breath warming his reddening ear, and whispered promises of what was to come. Clavis shuddered; a high-pitched yet low moan broke free from his parted lips, his cock hardening and twitching as you pressed yourself further against him while the hand holding his arm roamed freely down his body, leaving sensual caresses and naughty squeezes on his rear and the back of his thighs. Your commanding presence was incredibly titillating.

"Darling," he exhaled, shivering at your touch. "You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? Ah, how much you crave the love of your beloved husband." But before he could continue speaking, you silenced him by pulling his head back by the hair. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down the moment you let your lips sensually graze his earlobe as you gave him instructions that he was ordered to follow thoroughly.

You would wait for him back at the mansion he gifted you last Christmas, and he had to be there by midnight if he knew what was good. The frisson of anticipation you aroused in him was electrifying. All your husband could do was nod enthusiastically as his labored breathing condensed into tiny clouds. He could not trust his words at that moment. He willingly surrendered to you, his Queen, his goddess of love, his kingdom, his world, his sun and stars, his everything.

And just like that, your touch and warmth were gone. And once again, he was cold and longing for more. For once, he was glad about his winter garments shielding him from the daily chills, for he was sure the prominent tent in his trousers would be quite conspicuous otherwise.

"Come on, Lulu," you cooed, letting go of his member to thread your digits through his disheveled lilac hair, forcing him to rest his cheek on the pillow instead of planting his face in it. "Let me hear the pretty sounds you make. Or are you hiding from me, my love?"

"I would never." He let out a shuddering chuckle. "I thought you’d forgotten all about poor little me. I’ve been feeling quite lonely since we had that conversation last week."

You huffed, rolling your eyes, as you resumed your task of eating Lelouch’s finest ass, expecting him to stop speaking nonesense. But he didn’t; he kept whining and distracting himself to hold onto the remains of his composure as best as he could and to keep himself from thinking about how embarrassing it was to have come just from the feeling of your tongue entering him.

"I was so lonely... and so bored," he continued as you took off the gloves without stopping the movements of your mouth, "that I was considering pranking my brothers and the palace staff once again since my beloved wife seemed to have forgotten all about— Humph?"

Oh, he was not expecting you to stuff his mouth with his own gloves. And he was also not expecting you to massage his balls so tenderly or pump his cock in sync with the truths of your tongue in his hole.

Clavis’s eye rolled back as he let out strained noises, the gloves muffling his sweet moans. You were not quite pleased at that since you thrived on the pretty sounds he let out, but it would have to do for now.

"If you’re good, I’ll let you suck on something better~" you offered before continuing to feast on his fine rear.

The last of his composure slipped through his fingers like sand as your words sank in. His eyes filled with tears when you picked up the pace at which you were jerking his overstimulated cock off. He wanted to bury his face in the pillow and get lost in the sweet torment you were providing him, but he also wanted to be good for you. What a tortuous conundrum!

However, the moment you gently let go of his balls to finally stuck two well-lubed digits inside of him and pressed the tips to his prostate, none of it mattered anymore as a wave of electrifying pleasure consumed him and he released once more onto the towel strategically placed so he wouldn’t spoil the bed sheets. He always came quickly when you played with his rear. To him, it was shameful and ungentlemanly, but to you, it was quite an arousing experience.

"Good boy," you praised as you stared at him. His face was as red as a rose, and drool dribbled down his chin as he breathed heavily. You quickly removed the now damp gloves from his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath more efficiently.

Seeing the state he was already in, you decided to give him a short break. You helped him sit up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard, and you offered him a glass of water that you had previously placed on the bedside table. "Have some water, sweetie." Your tone was soft and loving. He accepted the glass, which you never let go of, with quivering hands and took a sip. "That’s it, small sips, honey."

"Let's… continue," he murmured, a wide yet weary grin spreading across his handsome features.

"Are you sure? We can take a small break, if you’d like." You placed the glass back on the bedside table as you spoke.

He took your hand in his and brought it to his cheek. You rubbed his cheek tenderly, and he gave your palm a tender kiss as he begged, "Please."

It was not in you to refuse your husband when he asked so nicely. So, after gently wiping the sweat from his lithe body and replacing the dirty towel on the bed with a new one, you helped him lie on his stomach before carefully raising his hips up once again.

"Put it on," he requested. "I want to see how lovely you look with the new toy."

With a loving smile on your face, you attached the straps around your hips, sporting the new dildo he himself bought during an outing with his older brother and partner in crime, Jin, to the former’s favorite store in all of Rhodolite: the sex shop. Of course, Clavis would have loved to go with you instead, but you happened to be busy at the time, and he was dying to get his hands on that new accessory. It was of a bigger size than the old one; in fact, it was of a similar size to his own cock. And you looked incredible sporting it. Such a beautiful sight. Oh, how he’d love to wrap his lips around your new cock and lick, suck, and gag on it. The thought made him shudder. Clavis thought of asking you to let him do all that, but, at that moment, he was yearning to feel you inside him, to have you make love to his round rear so good he’d see stars, so he decided to leave that for another time.

As you coated the toy with a generous amount of lube, made by your husband himself, he got ready, eagerly spreading his buttocks, earning sweet praise from you.

A pleased sigh fell from his lips when he felt the tip of the toy prodding his hungry hole. It had been a while since the two of you engaged in such activities, and he missed being filled by you quite a lot.

You entered him slowly and carefully, giving him some time to adjust to the new size before adopting a slow and steady pace that—fueled by his moans and encouraging words—turned into a rougher pace.

With each of your thrusts, you hit Clavis’s prostate exquisitely. He loved every second of it, from the stretch to the abuse his sweet spot was getting. This was exactly what he had been craving: having you rearrange his insides, fuck his brains out, and make him forget how to speak, successfully preventing his overthinking mind from conjuring a coherent thought. It was just you and him at that moment. Nothing else mattered. No one else existed in that precious moment except you and him. You are his refuge, and he feels safe and loved in your arms.

"You’re doing great, Clavis." You spoke in between pants from the exertion. "You’re taking my cock so well~" you purred, leaning down to pepper kisses between his shoulder blades, supporting your weight fully on him.

He tightened around the toy and babbled over and over about how good it felt and how close he was.

Clavis was being so docile and making such pretty noises that you decided to reward him. Gently, you let your thumb caress his lower lip, to which he responded by opening up his mouth. Then, you inserted your index and middle fingers inside.

"Suck on them like you would suck this cock." Your husband let out a sinful moan, making you chuckle softly. "Hm? You thought I didn’t notice the way you licked your lips at the sight of me wearing the new toy?"

Your teasing made him whine and whimper more as you continued pounding him into the mattress. But what turned him on the most was the feeling of your sweat falling on his sensitive back. It was such a filthy yet utterly erotic feeling. It made him feel even more connected to you.

The squelching and erotic sounds of sex filled the room as his left hand gripped the sheets while his right hand pawed at the pillow in an attempt to restrain himself, which didn’t go unnoticed.

"Touch yourself for me, yeah?"

And he didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his fingers loosely around his cock and began pumping himself in sync with the snap of your hips. He lets his greedy tongue run up and down your digits, licking and sucking on them as if his life depended on it, making sure to coat them with his drool.

"Such a good and obedient boy you are, Lulu."

Your words drove him insane to the point where he wasn’t even trying to hold back on his moans anymore. Not that he had to do so in the privacy of your home, where nobody else was allowed to set foot in. There was something about letting go and being as loud as he possibly could that made him completely revel in the moment and bask in your warm, healing, and nurturing love.

The fact that it was you who got to see him in such a state and hear him produce such sinful sounds was both thrilling and relieving. For once, he didn’t have to hide; he had found someone who he trusted with his life, someone who wouldn’t judge him, someone who he trusted enough to allow them to see his worst, most vulnerable, and shameful side.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t care if he didn't look or sound cool in front of his beloved. He didn’t care about his mask crumbling; that was how much he trusted you, his wife. It hadn’t always been that way. At first, he used to conceal that side of you, afraid that you’d leave if he showed you how much of a wreck he actually was. It had been a long journey for him and for you. But the sight of him shamelessly coming undone in your arms, a shuddering and babbling mess, as a feeling of pure rapture invaded his senses, was beyond worth it.

You became his sanctuary and refugee, and the moment he married you, he vowed he would bare his whole self to you, his one and only.

You rode the scorching waves of his orgasm, only pulling out of him when his body fell limp onto the bed. He was still a moaning and whiny mess, too cock-drunk to function. Gingerly, you pulled your fingers from his mouth, observing the teeth marks he left around them when he reached his high.

You quickly discarded the strap with the toy and snuggled up to him, gently running a hand through his back.

"Shh… It’s okay, Clavis. I’ve got you," you cooed, peppering loving smooches around the nape of his neck and back as he gradually came down from his euphoric high, completely out of breath.

After you cleaned him up and wiped off his sweat, he turned on his back and buried his blazing face in your chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist as you held him close to you.

"Here, have some water." You picked up the glass from the bedside table and helped him take some sips.

"Thank you, my darling," he said, shooting you a weary smile.

"Would you like to have a snack or have a—" He shushed you by pressing his lips to yours in a honeyed kiss that conveyed his love and appreciation for all you did for him.

"I’m alright. I just want to lie here with you, my lovely wife."

There was so much affection pooling in his eyes that it was hard for you to look away from those golden gems.

"Okay, but at least allow me to cover you with a blanket."

"Ah," he heaved a dreamy sigh, "you must truly love you."

"Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise."

Your sincerity always caught him off guard. And once again, he was speechless and looked like he could cry tears of sheer joy. He truly was a lucky man.

"I love you, little bunny."

"And I love you, my sweet Lulu," you susurated, carding your digits through his sweat-damped locks.

And in the sacred sanctuary of your embrace, Clavis drifted off to the sweet land of dreams, where he was sure he would meet you again.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Vampire!Clavis Lelouch x Vampire!GN!Reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Mentions of blood
Prompt: Mythology AU
Word Count: 700

Chapter Text

Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma | A pinch of angst | A pinch of humor | Loads of love and affection
Prompt: Water
Word Count: 6.7k

This piece is my contribution to the One Suitor, One Prompt Content Creation Challenge   Challenge hosted by @violettduchess (I'm so sorry it took me forever 😭) 

(a/n): It took me forever but it’s finally done! I can’t believe it! I feel so relieved now that it’s done, like a weight off my shoulders hehe~🙈 Way to finish the year, aye~ 

Also, please check out @scorchieart‘s Drop-Dead-Deluxe-Dapper-Double-Decker-Double-Wheeler as parts of this fic are based on her adorable HCs.

Clavis stared anxiously outside the window of the carriage on his journey back to the palace. Now that he was finally alone, he allowed himself to dispose of the mask he had crafted all those years ago to conceal his true feelings.

The sky was covered in a dull arrangement of ominous gray clouds. The third Prince grimaced at the sight. The ever-present smile on his handsome visage was nowhere to be seen as his nose unwittingly scrunched up at the aroma of upcoming rain.

The meeting with the anti-monarch faction had taken longer than necessary, much to his utter dismay, and now he found himself in a race against time. Absentmindedly, he fiddled with his cravat and ran a shivering hand through his purple locks. All he wanted to do was lock himself in the office and drown himself in paperwork to prevent his mind from wandering places it shouldn't. Heck, he’d rather be stuck in the office with his nefarious older brother than under the heavy rain that was soon to fall along with those appalling memories as his only companion. He took off his white gloves and closed his eyes, heaving a quivering sigh as the same scene flashed through his mind.

But the third Prince of Rhodolite did not want to think about how much he came to hate the foul stench of rain-soaked roses. He did not want to think about his loving and devoted mother leaving him completely alone at such a young age. He did not want to remember the argument he had with his brother right before his mother’s grave under the pouring rain. He did not want to remember all the screaming, the wailing, and the cursing. He didn't want to relieve all those painful memories—the sorrow, the despair, the helplessness, the frustration, the anger, and the self-hatred.

He gasped for air, taking a sweaty hand to his chest as he felt like something was crushing him and choking him. His heart pounded against his ribcage. He clenched his fists and gulped.

No, he did not want to think.

He did not.

He did not.

He...

The carriage came to a halt, taking him by surprise. And with trembling hands, he hurriedly put on his gloves and fixed his askew cravat and his hair, which was disheveled after running his nervous digits through it as if it would make the carriage go faster.

“Are you alright, my lord?” asked the red-headed soldier after opening the door of the carriage.

Hiding his feelings behind the mask once again, Clavis flashed him a grin that didn’t reach his citrine eyes. “I’m perfectly alright, Cyran. Thank you for worrying.”

“I’m not worried. But it seems like she is.” the soldier turned his head in your direction.

“Oh, my! Has the little bunny finally fallen madly and desperately in love with me?”

“Quite doubtful.”

Ignoring the comment of his most trusted soldier, Clavis made his way towards you.

“Welcome home, Prince Clavis!” you greeted him with a radiant smile that could have rivaled the radiance of the sun had it been a sunny day.

“Dearie me, what a lovely surprise!” a cold drop of water fell on his nose, making him shiver slightly. “We should go inside, dear. It’s about to rain cats and dogs.”

The sight of the roses and the gentle pitter-patter were making him uneasy. The only thing keeping his sanity in check was your warm voice, drowning out every other unpleasant sound. And he focused his feline eyes on you, afraid that if he were to merely gaze at the roses one more time, they would strip him of the smile he worked so hard to hold onto.

“Afraid to get a little wet, Clavis?”

The putrid smell of rain-soaked roses wafted through the air, and he felt nauseous.

“Hm? Ha…haha. Not at all. I’m afraid you may catch a cold, however.”

“Sure, you are.” you sounded skeptical, much to his chagrin, but before he could retort, he felt a drop of water falling on his cheek, and his lip twitched. Every drop that fell upon him felt like freezing, poisoned daggers piercing his bleeding heart.

“You are acting weird today,” you noted.

Among the palace staff, you had heard tales of the seven wonders of Clavis Lelouch. The seventh wonder, in particular, was the one that intrigued you the most: why did Clavis grow somber on rainy days? This remained a mystery to all, except, perhaps, Chevalier. But even if you questioned the second Prince, he wouldn’t readily unveil his brother’s secrets—not without some benefit. Ultimately, you deemed it impolite to delve into Clavis’s life behind his back. So, you resolved to approach Clavis directly when the opportune moment presented itself.

“My dear Belle, I always act weird.”

“Well… That is true. I think you’re not having a good day today, though. Fortunately for you, I’ve prepared a little surprise.” you grinned like a mischievous child.

“And what gave you the—Oh? A surprise? Now you’ve caught my attention, little bunny.”

“Since you’re so interested, allow me to take you to our hideout.” you extended your hand, and Clavis took it eagerly to escape from the rain and the sorrowful memories of his past as his golden eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Hideout?”

“Well, yes. Every villain has one.” he tilted his head, expecting you to say more. “Come, I’ll show you the way."

He allowed you to drag him all around the palace halls until you arrived at what seemed to be a dead-end.

You reached behind some old tapestries covering the walls and turned the knob, opening a door to a hidden room. The moment he set foot inside the room, his weary mind was flooded with pleasant memories of his childhood spent in that very room.

“I found this room a week ago as I was aimlessly strolling around the palace. You should have seen the state it was in. Dust was everywhere you looked. But I cleaned it and decorated it. Well, some things are still in need of cleaning, but I’ll get there... eventually.”

He looked around the room and saw some ornaments he recognized from the places he had taken you to ever since you became Belle. A tarot deck from that sketchy shop in Benitoite. A painting from that one time he took you on a trip around his territory, where one street artist drew the two of you laughing together. The umbrella that shoots flower petals from the time he took you to visit the store he owns in town. A tea set he bought for you in Jade. The Clavis clay substitute he crafted for you so you wouldn’t miss him when he was not around, and the bunny plush he made for you that time you were feeling homesick. Next to the tea set lay all kinds of desserts and pastries in all kinds of bizarre shapes and extravagant colors.

“Well, what do you think?” you asked. “Not too shabby, huh?” Clavis was at a loss for words. “Don’t just stand there like a statue, Clavis. Come take a seat.” you patted the spot next to you on the old sofa.

“What’s all this?” he queried as his eyes continued scanning the secret room. The delightful aroma of the tea and the sweet smell of the pastries were a pleasant contrast to that of the rain-soaked roses.

“Well, we haven’t been able to have any breakfast parties for over a week, so I thought we could have a tea-time party instead.” Clavis sat next to you, marveling at the oddly-looking sweets on the table.

“Go on,” you said, urging him to start eating. “Fair warning, though. This may look—”

“Exceptionally good!” he beamed, clapping his gloved hands.

“Thank you!” you lilted merrily. “The pastries look exceptionally good , but they taste like regular food. I haven't quite mastered Lelouchian cuisine yet. I’m sorry.”

"Dear, darling, sweetie, my ray of sunshine on a rainy day, sweet bunny cheeks—”

“Clavis—”

“Let me finish.” he took a deep breath and exhaled your name. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. This is... thank you .”

You could have sworn you saw his eyes become watery for a moment, but he soon regained his composure.

“Let’s dig in before the tea gets cold, little bunny.”

That afternoon, Clavis didn’t move from his spot on the sofa until he ate every dessert you prepared. No crumbs were left uneaten, and no drops of tea were left undrunk. With your bright smile and bubbly personality, you chased away the agonizing memories that haunted him.

________

Clavis’s gorgeous golden eyes roamed around the secret room. He could tell you’ve been taking care of it, cleaning it in your spare time. A small, genuine smile forms on his face at the thought. As he continued studying the place, the two-wheeled device placed in one corner of the room caught his attention, and a chuckle escaped him.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I found that uh… thing.”

“That’s the D.D.D.D.D.D.D.W.”

“The what?” you furrowed your brows, confused.

“The Drop-Dead-Deluxe-Dapper-Double-Decker-Double-Wheeler, naturally,” he told you all about the invention, how he crafted it, and all the mischievous things he did with it as a child.

“Wow, King Lelouch used to be such a troublesome child... and still is.”

Clavis chuckled at your playful remark and rewarded you by telling you a little secret about the room. “The last time I came here was the day my mother passed away,” he admitted woefully.

“Why?”

“It was too painful,” he began. “I used to… have breakfast parties with her here. Didn’t I mention that?”

You shook your head in response. “Like the ones you share with me?” Clavis nodded and smiled ruefully. “Aww, that’s adorable.”

“Hmm…”

“So, your mother was the first person you subjected to your delightful treats.”

“And she loved them!” he cackled, his eyes twinkling, as he reminisced about his past.

“I bet she did.” your tone was cotton candy, and your gaze was hot cocoa.

The loud pounding of the rain against the window and the thrumming of thunder filled the room as the two of you stayed quiet.

Clavis’s gaze fell on the portrait of her mother that was placed next to the sofa.

He remembered feeling very proud of that piece of art when he was younger, although now he was able to see all the imperfections and mistakes he made back then. It was a gorgeous portrait of his mother wearing a simple yet elegant ball gown. Her long lilac hair was down, and it framed her pretty face. Her golden eyes sparkled with affection, and she was sporting a tender and happy smile, the kind that she reserved only for her son.

His golden eyes reflected sorrow and nostalgia at the sight of that smile. He’d never gotten the chance to give the portrait to her, she died before he could.

He took in a deep breath while lifting the portrait. He was glad the coconut-scented candle you lit earlier overpowered the stench of wet roses.

“Clavis?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I was thinking of hanging that portrait on that wall.”

“I don’t understand why you bothered framing it. You should have thrown these away.” he gestured at the drawings that you assembled in the form of a picture book. Those were mostly drawings of Clavis playing with his siblings. There were some of a Sariel and one or two of a terrified Chevalier getting chased by a grinning Clavis on the double-wheeled device.

“One does not simply throw away an original Lelouch artwork.”

This makes Clavis laugh.

“I could never throw these away. They are beautiful.”

“The only beautiful thing here is your heart, my sweet, lovely lover.” he took hold of your hand and let his thumb gently caress its back.

“Clavis?”

He stared into your eyes, and you proceeded. “Why does the rain upset you so much?”

Ah, the question he had been dreading the most was finally asked. Out of all of the seven wonders of Clavis Lelouch, that one was the one that he found most painful. The one he did not wish to speak about to anyone. The scar the death of his beloved mother had left was too deep and painful, and you were just about to touch it.

It was a scary thought—scarier than Chevalier himself—yet something in him wanted you to touch that gnarled scar to cleanse it and help it heal with your nursing hands. Perhaps he should open up to you about this piece of his past. After all, you had unraveled quite many other aspects of his childhood and didn’t run away. Yes, to be honest with you, and only you seemed right. Allowing himself to share his burdens with you was something he had been debating in his head constantly for quite some time now.

Clavis took a deep, shuddering breath, the weight of the memories settling heavily upon his shoulders. He lowered himself onto the sofa, and you joined him, a quiet and supportive presence. The air in the room seemed to thicken as he prepared to unveil the scars that time had failed to heal.

A long exhale escaped his lips, carrying with it a mixture of reluctance and determination. He squeezed your hand gently, drawing strength from the contact. It was a moment of vulnerability for the third Prince, a departure from the composed mask he usually wore. Finally, with a steadiness that belied the tumult within, he began to narrate the events leading to his mother’s tragic passing. His tale was as detailed as the beautiful portrait he painted for his mother.

You listened to him quietly and with rapt attention, gently holding his hand in yours and squeezing it from time to time in a reassuring manner.

When he was done, he felt terrified. He was afraid that you would leave him, afraid of the weight of the burdens he just shared with you, afraid of what you might think of him now that you knew the truth.

Shockingly, instead of doing what he feared the most, you hastily wrapped your arms around his torso like a protective and warm blanket and ran your digits through his lavender locks as you whispered reassuring words in his ear.

His vision turned blurry, and he was unsure when he started crying. His shoulder shook violently as he wept all the unshed tears he had been holding back for years. He held onto you for dear life, rejoicing in that feeling of love and comfort, basking in the security your loving arms provided, as his warm tears fell on your naked shoulder.

As you embraced your lover, your eyes landed on a crack in the far wall, the part of the room you were still working on. The rainwater was slowly seeping through, washing away some of the filth on the old stone walls, just like Clavis’s tears were washing away some of the sorrow that had been weighing heavy in his heart all this time.

By the time he calmed down, the tea had long since gotten cold. You wiped the tears from his puffy-red eyes and handed him a handkerchief to blow his nose as you thanked him for opening up to you, which he found ridiculous but greatly appreciated.

“And thank you for not hiding your tears from me this time.” he blushed, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

“You’ve seen my worst, most hideous side, and you’re still here, sitting next to me, holding my hand and wiping away my tears.” his voice was nasal and cute.

“Clavis, what kind of person would I be if I ran from you now?”

“A normal person?”

You gave him an unamused stare. “You and I both know a normal person wouldn’t have chosen a villain as the King.”

“Ah, you’re right, indeed. Fortunately for me, you’re a villainess.”

“ Your villainess.”

His gaze kept yours captive as he gingerly cupped your cheeks before he leaned in to press his delicate lips on yours, conveying what he was sure he'd fail to express with only those three special words.

________

Your fiancé buried his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. The loving action brought you out of your reverie, and you turned your attention from the carriage window to him.

“I’m sorry the meeting took so long,” he mumbled, pressing his warm forehead to your neck.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But you wanted to—”

Your lips softly pressed against the corner of his, successfully shushing him.

The two of you had attended a ball at the Benitoitan embassy and were on your way back to the palace. It had been a lovely evening where you got to taste delicious dishes and desserts from Benitoite, but the only thing you were a bit upset about was that you didn't get to dance with your fiancé because he had been busy doing business with Silvio.

“I’m not mad or disappointed,” you replied quietly. “We can dance at the palace, Lulu.”

“Hmm.” he was not reassured by your answer, but he merely pursed his lips in a small pout, too tired to push the topic any further.

Perhaps his exhaustion was due to the small fever he had, or perhaps it was due to the looming clouds in the night sky covering the stars above; he was unsure. Yet, all he wished to do was cuddle you and bask in your love.

Alas, the carriage soon came to a halt when it arrived at the palace. As soon as you two climbed off the carriage, the rain and the smell of wet grass greeted you, drenching you both from head to toe.

To you, the rain felt cool yet soothing, a welcome contrast to the hot weather. But to Clavis, every drop of water hitting his skin felt like needles prickling his wounded heart, and he was frozen in place as those dreadful memories flooded his mind.

You chuckled and twirled around, the skirt of your dress fluttering as you did, and you let the rain cool your warm skin. Your laughter pulled your weary and conflicted lover out of his own head.

You reached to take his hand in yours. “Since we didn’t have a chance to dance at the party, why don’t we—"

But Clavis, abruptly and out of reflex, retrieved his hand, regretting it deeply as soon as he did, especially when he saw the sad look on your face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You shook your head. “What for?”

“I… can’t. I just can't."

“Why don’t we go to our secret hideout and talk about it over a cup of tea or maybe a mug of hot cocoa?”

He merely nodded, letting you take his cold hand and lead the way, just like you did that first time.

Clavis heaved a sigh as he finished drying his hair with a towel and took a seat next to you on the sofa. “At least it doesn’t make me nauseous anymore."

You looked at him, taking a sip of your hot cocoa.

“The smell of drenched roses, I mean.”

Ever since you became Belle and got the chance to meet Clavis, you’ve done all sorts of things to help him feel better on rainy days, such as baking pastries for him, helping him pull pranks on his brothers, and pranking him. When the relationship bloomed into a romantic one, you'd do things like write love letters and craft silly and odd-looking trinkets or tokens of your affection. And that authentic smile that always drew itself across his handsome visage was worth all the effort you'd put into it.

Clavis was grateful for all the wonderful things you’ve done for him over the years, but there’s one thing he appreciated the most: that you always encouraged him to talk about his feelings and whatever plagued his weary mind without pushing him. No. You’ve always helped him out of his comfort zone and into the warmth of your loving embrace.

Your love and support began to transform Clavis. You helped him confront his past trauma and encouraged him to gradually let go of the pain associated with rain-soaked roses, and in turn, he allowed himself to be more open and vulnerable, showing his true self to the person he cherished the most: you.

“Well, that’s a huge improvement.” you offered him a reassuring smile.

“Hm… It’s just the memories of that dreadful day. They plague my mind and grip my heart like vile vines.”

You placed a soothing hand on his knee and squeezed it softly. He takes your warm hand in his and brings it to his lips. The loving action made your heart flutter.

“I know you wanted to dance. I’m sorry, little bunny.”

“We can dance here.”

“Dearie me, you are right!” he chuckled, feeling slightly silly for not realizing it sooner. “Come on, let’s dance.” he took you by the hand and dragged you to your feet. You barely had time to place the mug on the coffee table.

Clavis pulled you closer to his body, humming a soft melody as the two of you swayed around the room. You couldn’t contain the huge grin that spread on your face or the giggles that escaped your lips. Your fiancé felt his cheeks ablaze; you looked utterly adorable. And when you pressed a tender smooch on his cheek, he felt weak at the knees.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you rested your head on his shoulder and opened your mouth to speak: “Take it easy, Clavis. Or you’ll make your fever even worse.”

“You noticed…” a sigh of defeat left his grinning lips. He felt bubbly and giddy knowing how powerful the love you shared was, knowing you loved him so much that you even noticed the things he worked so hard to conceal.

Clavis’s eyes wandered around the room as you and he swayed slowly. There was no sign of the crack on the wall anymore. And there was not much left to clean, he noted. His citrine eye fell on the wall where the portrait of his mother hung next to the one you two got from that street artist. An overwhelming feeling of love and joy overcame him, and he stopped moving, only to bury his face in your hair.

“I love what you’re doing to this room,” he mumbled.

You held him tighter, rubbing his back with one hand. “I’ve just been cleaning it and fixing things in the little free time I have between lessons.”

Your reply was so simple, as if what you’d done was nothing out of the ordinary, and he chuckled at that. “You don’t realize how much you’ve transformed this place, do you?”

“Really? It was no big deal.” you shrugged. “We needed a hideout.”

His brows furrowed as he felt tears prickling his eyes. He buried his head in the crook on your neck and shoulder and bit you gently.

“What was that for?” you chuckled at his antics.

“I want to paint you.”

“What?”

“And I want your portrait to be hung right..." he paused as he searched for the perfect spot to hang the portrait. " there! ”

You turned to look at where he was pointing: the chimney.

“Why there?” you asked curiously.

“Because it’s the first thing one sees when one comes into the room. Which is fitting because you’re the first thing I see when I wake up every morning, my lovely fiancé.”

You broke into a melodious laughter that pleasantly rang in his ears. “I would like that very much.”

The two of you continued embracing for a while longer until you dragged him to your room before his fever worsened.

________

The sunrays sipping through the curtains disturbed Clavis’s peaceful slumber. With his tired eyes still closed, he patted your side of the bed, hoping to find you and bring you and the pleasant warmth of your body closer to him. His brows furrowed the moment he couldn’t find you, and he wearily opened his golden orbs to confirm that he was alone in bed. And by the looks of it, you’d gotten up a long while ago. He let out a troubled hum before jumping off the bed.

He didn’t stretch his limbs as he usually would; he suppressed a yawn and ignored the itch on his rear as his bleary eyes scanned the room in search of his clothes. He got dressed in a hurry, buttoning up his shirt, and tying his cravat with clumsy, panicky fingers.

You’ve been a little sick in the mornings lately, and you've refused to have breakfast since you couldn’t hold anything in your stomach until past midday. Consequently, your lover’s been worried sick. He’s been so concerned about your health that he barely got some sleep, as he would stay up all night trying to come up with a brew that would help you get better.

Of course, not to worry you, he’d make sure you’d fallen asleep next to him before sneaking out of bed. But it seemed that all those sleepless nights finally took a toll on him last night. He didn’t even remember having fallen asleep. He wasn’t even sure how long he slept. An instant wave of panic invaded his entire being. Wasn’t he supposed to wake Chevalier up for his morning meeting?

Oh no.

OH NO!

DRATS!

He groaned as he pulled up his trousers, and put on his jacket, and boots. He ran a nervous hand through his purple locks and furrowed his brows when it came into contact with a soft piece of paper that was tangled in his hair.

Good morning, Lulu! Go to the bathroom.

It was written in your messy handwriting that he loved oh so much, and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling some of his anxiety wash away. Although he couldn’t deny how confused he was by the note, he still followed the instructions. He went to the adjoining room and found another note by the basin.

Don’t worry; Yves and I took care of everything in your stead. Now, get ready for the day and go straight to the kitchen.

He took a look at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His cravat was askew, his shirt was not correctly buttoned up, and his hair—oh, his hair!—was disheveled. A disgrace to all the gentlemen in the world. And so very unbecoming of the King of Lelouch.

Once he looked like a proper gentleman, he left your shared royal quarters. As Clavis hurried to the kitchen, he couldn't shake the warmth spreading through him. 

“She's done something special,” he mused, a grin playing on his lips. 

There, he found another piece of paper next to a tray with some pastries and a steaming cup of tea.

Remember that one time when you asked me to tell you one hundred things I love about you? Well, if I remember correctly, someone distracted me from the task back then. So, I want to tell you now the one hundred things that I love and adore about you, my love.

1. I love how earnest you are.

To say he gobbled everything up was an understatement. But he was in a hurry; he needed to see you and make sure you were feeling better. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the notes. He was quite excited. He hadn’t had so much fun since he was a child.

He followed your instructions, going from room to room. In the King’s room, he bumped into Sariel, who sized him up before handing him a note.

“You’ve finally grown up, Clavis.” 

The words of the Smiling Devil left Clavis wondering about their meaning, not to mention that his proud gaze was something Clavis had never experienced before. Clavis exchanged a few pleasantries with the minister before fleeing away and reading the contents of the note:

22. I love how you act so confidently and sure of yourself.

The note instructed Clavis to go to the round table. There, Rio was expecting him.

“You’d better take good care of her.” Rio’s blue eyes were soft and as bright as ever, but there was a threat hidden in his tone. Once again, Clavis is confused. He’s always taken good care of his lovely wifey.

The next stop was the ballroom. He came in running and failed to notice Luke taking a nap. Thus, Clavis tripped over his sleeping brother and fell face-first on the cool ceramic floor.

“Clavis, you okay?” Luke asked, stretching and yawning like a bear waking up from a long period of hibernation.

“I’m fine.” Clavis's tone came out a bit nasal as he clutched his nose.

“Oh, she told me to give this to you... Uh, you might wanna take care of that nosebleed, yeah? Want me to carry you to the infirmary?”

Clavis gracefully snatched the note from Luke’s hands and declined politely, saying he was in a hurry.

23. I love how insecure and chaotic you actually are.

Clavis hesitated outside the ballroom. “Insecure and chaotic?” he mumbled, touching his nose gingerly. Were these really the things you loved about him?

The next stop was the music room, where he found his dear younger brother, Yves. The fifth Prince gasped when he saw Clavis’s nose bleeding, quickly got some cotton and bandages from his pocket, and took care of his chaotic brother’s minor injury while berating him.

The note that Yves handed him said:

24. I love how childlike yet so mature you are.

In the hallway, on his way to the library, Clavis spotted Nokto, who teased him and laughed like a cheeky fox at his injured nose.

25. I love your ingenuity.

In the library, his big brother and partner in crime, Jin, gave Clavis two lollipops: one for him and one for you. And he advised Clavis not to run in the hallways anymore.

26. I love your sense of humor.

In the Domestic Affairs office, Clavis was greeted by the fourth Prince who laughed wholeheartedly at how much of a mess Clavis looked because of you. After giving him the note, Leon told Clavis to be careful, or he’d make you worry.

27. I love how persistent you are.

Now, he had to visit the stables. However, to do so, he had to venture outside the palace and into the heavy rain. Yet, the King did not hesitate one moment; he seemed to be itching to collect all your lovely notes, which he clutched close to his heart. It was as though something had changed in him, for he seemed unbothered by the cold rain that fell incessantly, and the strong smell of rain-soaked roses. The drops of rain didn’t feel like daggers piercing him anymore, and the smell of roses was a bit more bearable now, he mused as he entered the stables.

Inside, he was greeted by Lorenzo, who was tending to the horses, and Licht, who was helping the doctor out. Licht offered his brother a soft smile as he quietly gave him the note. The horse doctor, on the other hand, requested that Clavis not forget to return the medicine book he had borrowed from him once he was done with it.

The notes read:

28. I love how you give your all to everything you set your mind to do.
29. I love how easily you can calm me down with just a few comforting words.

Sporting a dazzling grin, he made his way back to the palace. Under the rain, he ran into Kai and Hugo, who were running some errands for Cyran. They each gave Clavis one crumpled and wet note that said:

30. I love how devoted you are.
31. I love how irreplaceable you make me feel. You’re irreplaceable to me too.

Standing in the rain, Clavis couldn't help but marvel at the notes in his hands. Each one felt like a piece of your heart he was discovering. Letting out an audible squeal once he was sure he was alone, he sprinted towards the palace.

At the entrance, a horrified redhead nagged Clavis upon sight. He was scolding Clavis about his deplorable appearance, how he’d caught a cold, and how he was wetting the floor. Cyran went on and on, but his words fell on deaf ears as Clavis’s mind was focused on stealing the note hidden in Cyran’s jacket pocket.

32. I love your laughter.

Clavis ran away from a scowling Cyran, leaving a path of wet splotches in his wake. The sound of loud cackles echoed in the hallway.

One by one, he gathered your love notes until he reached his faction office. By then, he was all soaked, and his boots were muddy. Chevalier didn’t appreciate it, but Clavis dismissed his pestering brother and assured him that Cyran would clean it later.

There, right on his apathetic-looking brother’s desk, Clavis found the 99th note.

99. There's no doubt in my heart that you’ll be a great father to our baby.

Clavis let out a loud gasp.

The 99th note hit him like a thunderbolt. "A father?" Clavis's mind raced, trying to comprehend the enormity of the revelation.

He stared at the note, then at Chevalier, who had his eyes on a report he was writing, then back at the note, then back at Chevalier.

“You’re being too loud. Leave.” his brother commanded.

Clavis looked at Chevalier, searching for some confirmation. "A father," he whispered, the reality sinking in.

His brother didn’t reply; he merely lifted his gaze from his paperwork.

“I’m going to be a father!” Clavis got dizzy with excitement. “Oh god, I need to sit down for a minute."

The moment he let himself sink unceremoniously on the sofa, he found another note:

Come find.

Immediately, he sprung up to his feet and left the office while yelling in excitement, “I’m sorry, Chev, I can’t grace you with my presence today. I’m going to be a FATHER!”

Chevalier heaved a sigh as he watched his foolish brother leave the room. “You could have closed the door, fool.” the tiniest and warmest of smiles appeared on Chevalier’s face.

Clavis knew exactly where to find you: the secret room. As he entered, his thoughts swirled. "She's been planning this. One hundred things she loves about me. And a baby. I can't believe it."

He was correct; you were standing in the middle of the room. There were delightful pastries you baked and hot cocoa on the coffee table. 

“My God, Clavis! What happened to you?” Your concern was visible. But he laughed it off.

“Don’t you worry. I’m perfectly alright, my angel.” He beamed as he walked toward you. He couldn’t help but throw himself at you, embracing you, lifting you, and twirling you around. The two of you giggled like mad idiots.

He noticed the room was immaculately clean as he scanned it. It looked completely different from that dirty old room where he used to spend hours scheming and playing as a child. Now that you had taken your time to tidy it up and decorate it, the secret room looked warm and cozy, like the perfect place to spend your free time together and scheme villainous plans that would make a grown man snivel like a toddler.

“One hundred,” she finally said, redirecting his attention back to her. “I love you for being yourself, Clavis.” she giggled as he peppered sweet smooches across her face. “There are so many more things I love about you.” she continued speaking between giggles. “And I can’t wait to discover new things to love about you in the future, my sweet Lulu.”

Clavis's thoughts danced between your words and the notes, each one a melody of love. He couldn't help but think of the huge symphony his life had become.

He wrapped his arms around you once again, bringing you close to his chest. Behind you, over the fireplace, he saw the portrait of you he had recently gifted you. At that moment, it was as if all his emotions and feelings caught up with him all at once, and he felt overwhelmed. 

A shimmering reflection welled up in Clavis's eyes, mirroring the pure, unadulterated joy he was experiencing, and his shoulders shook as he let out a melodious laugh. He didn't remember the last time he was overcome with this amount of happiness.

He felt your warm hands cup his cheeks, and he allowed you to bring his gaze to yours. He allowed you to see his teary face for the first time without feeling as though he should hide it from you.

You gifted him with a heartwarming smile as your thumbs brushed away his tears. Your expression mirrored his. The two of you laughed and cried before finally sharing a kiss that was soft, sweet, and lingering. Through the kiss, he renewed his vow to make you as happy as you made him and to be the best father for the little one on the way.

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Gradually, the emotions and memories that the smell of rain-soaked roses evoked in Clavis changed from sorrowful ones to those filled with hope, love, and happiness. The transformation process was long and complex, but with your help —he mused as he gazed at the beautiful rose garden while walking at your side under the drizzling sky, it became possible.

You had a hand on your round belly as you shared details of a random craving and how you wanted him to prepare it for you when you suddenly stopped speaking.

“Honey?” he asked, worried, redirecting his gaze from the gorgeous roses to you.

“I think… my water just broke.”

He took a closer look and saw a trail of water running down your legs and ankles and into the ground. Inwardly, he was panicking. He took a deep breath and shot you a comforting smile as he squeezed your hand.

“Don't worry, darling, I’ve got you,” he said, letting go of your hand and moving to lift you in his arms. However, his legs were wobbly, and the grass was wet from the rain and the amniotic fluid, so he tripped and fell on his butt.

“Oh, shoot! Are you okay?”

You wanted to help him up, but you were in no condition to do so due to your large belly.

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” he let out a nervous laugh as he tried to get up only to fall again. However this time, he ended up lying on his back. He felt the cool drops of water landing on his face and couldn't help but laugh. His laughter was contagious, and soon you were cackling as well. The tension and panic he felt a moment ago had been washed away by the rain and the adorable sound of your laughter.

After a moment, he rolled on the ground and got up, feeling his legs were more steady now. He was all muddied and wet now, and he hesitated to take your hand. So, instead, you took his hand and draped an arm around his waist.

“Come on, let's get you to the physician.”

“Yes…” he pouted and let out a whine mixed with more laughter.

“It hurts, doesn't it?”

“Very much.”

At that, you wheezed. The wheezing soon turned into loud cackles.

“Love is so cruel,” he joked, relishing the way you looked: utterly happy.

He wrapped an arm around your back, and the two of you helped each other return as safely as possible inside the palace.

“Come on, darling. Let's hurry before the painful contractions start. Because, as much as I'd love to carry you inside, I don't think I'll be able to.” He grimaced as he felt pain coursing through his right wrist.

You laughed some more before confessing to Clavis how scared you were.

“I'm scared as well. But we can do this. Together. I'll be at your side at all times, I promise, my lovely Queen.”

He took one of your hands to his lips and kissed each knuckle as though sealing his promise. His words and actions, so loving yet so simple, were enough to calm you down. The two of you knew that as long as you remained together, there was nothing you both couldn't overcome.

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Leon Dompteur x GN!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 270+

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Chevalier Michel x GN!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 280+
Prompt: Birds chirping

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Luke Randolph x GN!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: SFW | Non-sexual nudity | Mentions of adult situations
Prompt: Eros (Sensual Love)
Word Count: 420+

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Switch!Clavis Lelouch x Switch!Venus
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors, blank and ageless blogs DNI 🔞 or you’ll get B L O C K E D
Additional Warnings: Use of Aphrodisiac | Established Relationship | Femdom | Size Kink | Nipple Play | Praising | Thigh Riding | Ass Groping | Anal Fingering | Cumming in Pants | Cunnilingus | Begging | Penetrative Sex | PIV sex | Pussy Drunk | Multiple Orgasms | Dumbification
Word Count: 2.9k+

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Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Prompt: Love Letters
Word Count: 540

(a/n): This piece is my contribution to the In a Flash Creation Challenge hosted by @flash-exchange

Recipient: @spoopy-fish-writes

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