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revasserium · 11 months

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I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:

possessive hand-holding

ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL

these hands, like gods

leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...

it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.

“so… they both die at the end?”

you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.

“shh… spoilers!”

leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.

“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”

you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.

“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.

“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”

“f-for what? making you more cultured?”

leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.

“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”

and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.

you press your palm to his and smile.

“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”

leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.

“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.

“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”

you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.

“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.

they pray… lest faith turns to despair…

“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?

“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.

leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.

“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”

you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.

“a kind of death?”

“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.

“leon!”

and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.

but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.

if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.

no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.

you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.

and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.

“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.

“kiss me,” you say. and he does.

and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.

you close your eyes — and pray.

#leon dompteur #ikemen prince #ikepri #leon dompteur x reader #leon dompteur x you #ikemen series #ikepri x you #ikemen prince scenarios #ikemen prince imagines #leon dompteur imagines #leon dompteur scenarios #floofy floof floof #ya nasties #also for those of u who dont know 'la petit mort' is the french euphemism for like the post-orgasmic haze LOL #and if you haven't read romeo and juliet omfg pls go read it its so good GODDAMN #old billy shakespeare never misses man NEVER #i hope ur happy w urself vi -- i dO NOT think this is what u had in minD BUT HERE WE THE FUCK ARE LOL #also; hello all welcome to my hand kink palace u__u i dont htink many of u know that i love hands but there u are. i love them #i think theyre so pretty. okAY BYE

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amenomiko · 1 year

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Licht: *Sighs*

Emma: You can't sleep?

Licht: Yes..

Emma: It's okay. How about you count things? For example.. You love Yves's Pie, right? Count it like this, one pie, two pies, three pies.. I'm sure you will fall asleep soon.

Licht: Uhm.. Okay.. One pie.. Two pies.. Three pies.. Four pies.. *Went silent*

Emma: Oh? That was quick. But I'm glad he can finally sleep (❁´◡`❁)-

Licht: *GASP* (　☉д⊙)

Emma: W-What's wrong?

Licht: I... MC I.. I ate all the pies. What should I do.. Ó_Ò

Emma: IT'S OKAY YOU CAN EAT IT ALL

DON'T BE SADDD

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince mc #ikemen prince mc emma #ikemen prince licht klein #ikemen prince imagines

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rhodolitianarchduchess · 1 year

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POV: you're engaged to the 2nd prince of rhodolite...but you're still inlove with your ex. The first prince of obsidian always sneaks in your room every night. 👀

Inspired from this art by the talented tiny rabbit.

#ikemen prince #chevalier michel #gilbert von obsidian #cybird ikemen series #ikepri gilbert #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince imagines #otome games #ikemen cybird #godd help me i cant choose between these two beasts :')

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vanilla-c0c0 · 2 years

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silvio, the rich business man married to idol!MC who always makes sure he has enough time to attend all her concerts and award ceremonies. he knows by heart all the lyrics and coreographies and when he's in the audience he secretly dances to them

MC's fans spot this ridiculously handsome man in the audience dancing to her songs and make edits of him like this

bonus

#silvio ricci #emma ikeprince #ikemen prince #ikeprince #ikepri #silvio ikepri #silvio ikeprince #silvio ikemen prince #ikeprince meme #ikeprince shitpost #ikeprince headcanons #ikemen prince headcanons #ikeprince scenarios #ikeprince imagines #ikemen prince scenarios #ikemen prince imagines

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months

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I'm just imagining how Gilbert von Obsidian would admire the pretty engagement ring he put on your finger as you eat breakfast together.

He has you brought back to him to his kingdom, dressed in the finest midnight black silk, the scent of fresh roses still lingering on your flesh as he indulges in the softness of your neck. Sometimes he just allows his lips to linger, to tease you like the cruel man that he is.

Other times, his patience snaps like a twig and he just bites.

The bites are never gentle. They're rough and sharp, the bruise would stay there for weeks to come and don't you dare cover them up.

You would just upset him if you did that, and that is not something you want to do.

It gets harder and harder to focus on the food in front of you as Gilbert just keeps going at it, his red eye twinkling like a ruby, its sheer redness nearly blinding you with its intensity.

You are at an impasse - do you fight him? Your spirit is still intact and you have no desire to stay stuck in this gilded cage he set up for you. But you just think back to all the blood that was spilled because of you, how many people lost their lives because they helped you, none of which knew that you were engaged to the deranged beast prince of Obsidian.

Gilbert sinks his teeth into you once more and you are brought back down to reality.

There really was no fighting him anymore, was there?

You let out an accidental little yelp, much to Gilbert's pleasure. You feel him grin, his pearly whites tainted with your thick, scarlet blood, just how he liked it. He won, he knew this.

He was just happy that you finally were aware of that fact too.

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dicenete · 21 days

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I never felt like this before I think I might just want some more I never felt like this before I think I might just

Slide, shake your bones out if you wanna ride Throw your head back, make you feel alive The kind of bad that make you feel good, good God, the kinda wrong that make you feel right The little death that make you feel alive The kinda shouldn't that mean that you should, should, should

It makes your blood run hot It makes your spit taste sweet It makes you feel more alive Than you have ever been Throw it into your mouth Gets stuck between your teeth Why would you die up there When you can live underneath? Dirty little animals Beautiful cannibals

Dirty Little Animals by Bones Uk Damn I love this song... The reason why I had the poll is the tonal whiplash these two snippets have... (I know there is still time for the poll, but I'm impatient person right now.) But the people have spoken and here is the scribble I promised : DD (apologies for all the typos and grammar errors...) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

"In the middle of the most extravagant party of the season, I certainly hope that I wasn't the only one who caught some intense stares between the two most sought-after suitors. The ever rude and barking, the first prince of Benitoite had insulted more than half of the eligible ladies of the ton before the first dance of the night had even finished its last steps. For our surprise, the seventh prince of our beloved kingdom of roses, didn't come and prey on the discouraged beautiful young women, being the rake that we all know and gossip about extensively. But instead he quickly went and offered a glass of fine rose liquor to with the most gentlest of gestures to the fellow prince and asked to join him away from the other guests. Now, it isn't a secret that the fox and the hound are very well acquainted with one another, seen quite often discussing the offers of the more fairer sex. Regardless I can't help but wonder, my dear readers, that were the looks exchanged between the princes something more intimate and playfully challenging than we have ever witnessed from these two ever? Or maybe it is just sly fox playing mind games with the hound of our allied nation? I'm certainly very curious to see if we can witness such looks again."

IkePri Fanart tag list: @scummy-writes @goustmilk @solacedeer @m-mmiy @mxrmaid-poet @pawnkyyy

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romance-rambles · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

and in front of his kneeling self—

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

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

they leave and silvio does not follow them.

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

emidio must not know.

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

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

then, silvio returns to rhodolite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he doesn't have to.

valerio comes to him.

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

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

the names are what tipped rio off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the rest is history.]

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

silvio: "huh? why would—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wordycheeseblob · 1 year

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#how i imagine it went down #Rio main route #ikepri #ikepri nokto #ikemen prince #ikepri sariel #nokto klein #sariel noir

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zuhamuses · 3 months

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@tulipsaisle <3

nokto who loves holding your hands and pulling you closer so that you collide with his chest and look up at him with that bashful look on your face.

nokto who surprises you with little gifts here and there, just to see his beloved smile.

nokto who whispers sweet nothing in your ear when you are having a hard time. he pulls you closer and caresses your back, telling you that everything will be okay.

nokto who loves to hear you sing. he will adoringly look at you when you sing him a song from your language. it doesn't matter if he understands it or not, the feelings matter more. he can see the love you hold for him in your eyes.

nokto who will do anything for you. you saved his heart from drowning completely, and the prince will do anything and everything for you. darling, he will get you the moon if you ask him.

nokto who stares at you with a soft, lovesick grin when you aren't looking.

nokto who's a mess around you. your nokto, always.

#☆ musings ☆#ikepri x reader #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri nokto #nokto x you #nokto x reader #ikepri nokto klein #ikepri imagines

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sserrafeim · 1 year

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Ikemen Vampire but instead of a dating sim it’s a 90s sitcom because the idea of 10+ historical figures from different time periods and countries living together as vampires in a mansion with a human guy as their butler in 18th century Paris is already crazy enough

#like #imagine if it was a tv show #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam comte #ikemen series #ikevam vincent #ikevam leonardo #ikevam vlad #ikevam arthur #ikevam isaac #ikemen sengoku #ikemen prince

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taviacoolcat · 19 days

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the potential of silvio x yves...dog x cat dynamic...tsundere x tsundere...do you see the vision

#cat talks #geniunely so funny to imagine them talking and interacting. i think it would be so entertaining #ikemen prince #silvio ricci #yves kloss #and sorry. the height difference 🤭

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floydsteeth · 2 months

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Weeeeeee some Gilbert:P

I put him in a skirt :3

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amenomiko · 1 year

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Nokto: Hey, Belle. That guy over there that stands by the wall says he likes you.

Emma: Huh? Where?

Nokto: *Walk and stand by the wall* 😏😏😏👉👉👉✨✨✨

Emma: Oh, sorry. I am short sighted, I forgot to bring my glasses tonight :v.

Rio: OwO? But my Emma have a clear, beautiful eyes-

Emma: Shh.

Rio: Okay OwO.

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince nokto klein #ikemen prince mc #ikemen prince emma #ikemen prince imagines #ikemen prince rio

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞

As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.

Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament.

Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.

❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞

He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.

You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.

His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.

Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?

He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!

That was what you wanted to believe.

❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.

... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?

By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.

You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.

In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.

Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.

Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.

Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.

Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.

Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.

With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.

Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?

And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen games #ikeprince #chevalier michel x reader #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #yandere chevalier michel #yandere chevalier michel x reader #yandere male

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ikeprinces-stuff · 9 months

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Finally, that one part in Yves' route that everyone love so much 😂

I'll also be joining Leon and the others, giving Yves my puppy dog eyes 😂

#I can imagine them looking at Yves like : 🥺🥺🥺#ikemen prince #ikeprince leon #ikeprince yves #ikeprince licht #ikeprince jin

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randonauticrap · 8 months

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NSFW 🔞 Under the Cut ~ Ikepri Imagine

I'm feeling that soft, sensual kind of lovemaking with Jin that begins innocently enough.. curling up close to his bare chest and running your fingertips along the grooves of his skin; the rise and fall of the muscles powerful enough to wield a sword and shield, yet gentle enough to hoist you up and hold you tightly in his arms while he thrust into you, much more slowly than you've been craving. But he wants to savor this moment, the moment he decided laying down with you wasn't enough; being close to you wasn't enough. He needed to be inside you, so desperately he might burn to death from within.

So you wound your arms tightly around his broad shoulders and allowed him to use those muscles for your pleasure. Your feet knew no ground as his length reached new depths inside of you, a breathy moan escaping your lips each time he filled you to the hilt, bouncing you up and down on his stiff cock with ease. The night air from the window he held you in front of was chilly, and your nipples perked to attention as Jin set you down, turned you around, and spread your legs wider, gifting the stars with proof of your love for each other.

He pulled your knee up so far that you were forced to lean back and hold on to him for support. In response, he reached around to fondle your breast, purring in your ear as he played with your taught nipple.

~

Just some thoughts.. hope you enjoy.

#not safe for minors #smut smut smut #smutty #ikepri smut #jin grandet #jin grandet smut #ikepri imagine #smut #ikepri #ikemen prince

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