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ok, so hi. i am here today bc after watching the new vid cybirb posted on yt (and fainted bc of it too) i have realized emma did not get a new outfit and i am here to give you my quick sketch bc, honestly, i think she deserves at least this much after everything in act 1 and 2.
*squints*
new outfits under the cut. i literally just brightened it all up because—
—I was desperate.
He’s not my fav, but I did get attached to him while reading Nokto’s route. Licht’s route release let’s go go go!
okay UHM .. hello people who followed me for dating sims but not nothing !!! haha... whoopies.
i swear I've been playing them but like all virgins Genshin has taken over ♪(┌・。・)┌
IM:
- finishing Leon's route (ikepri)
- Starting Jin's route (ikepri)
- Absolutely struggling through Keiji's route (ikesen)
- and finally: doing Dazai's route (finishing Comte + Shakespeare)
also if you wanna be friends !! like moots !! please interact in someway that lets me know ┌|o^▽^o|┘♪
edit : if you saw me spell anything wrong ! you didn't.
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Heyyy:)) can i please ask for a clavis x reader smut(with lots of fluff as well), thank youu💕💕
matching・Clavis Lelouch x Reader
genre・Smut 😈with fluff at the end + reader with female genitals
warning・P + V
words・1.75k
+ This is my first ever smut fic, so feel free to judge or criticize this ig. Hopefully, you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait >3 💗
+ Also sorry if it wasn't what you imagine or want. 💖💘💕💞
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Time goes slowly as it passes by...
It felt like time was purposely slowing down; it felt like centuries past without seeing your trouble maker of the prince in the castle doing his princely duties around the kingdom, sitting on the comfortable sofa. Waiting for him to come back, to come back to you in your arms. As you reminisce about his soft touches that were dealt on your body, that you terribly missed.
Sitting down on the soft piece of furniture, wearing one of his jackets he lent to you, still enveloped with his sweet-smelling scent.
Waiting for him. Even if the world was ending, you would be in the exact spot waiting for him to finally come to you, even if it means ignoring your responsibilities as Belle.
As the day becomes night and the night becomes day, you would still return to the same spot. Staring at the window, your sad expression reflects the glass window as for his absence.
That once sad expression soon turned into an expression of beaming joy; seeing horses carrying in a snow-white carriage, hope was still in your heart that he would come, and I guess that same hope was on your side today, rubbing your eyes wake. When you saw that little troublemaker coming down from the carriage.
His dusty purple hair flowed around his handsome face; it felt like forever until you saw him wearing his usual cheeky smile.
Immediately open the door, using all your strength in your body, and run down the stairs to the gate where he arrived—further stopping until you saw him, unharmed and perfectly okay. That little troublemaker of you caused you so much worrying just for him to come; with that cheeky smile of his, you were breathless from the running right in front of him.
"C..clavis," a hoarse whisper came out of you, barely having energy in your voice, smiling at him in joy as your salty tears stained your face, your cheeky turning into a salty stained mess.
"Was I gone for that long?" he said, not.
Even acknowledging what he said and hugging him tightly was surprising to Clavis, especially for you have this comfort of finally having him in your arms made your heart swell.
The worry in you was gone when you got to touch him. When the curtains were drawn, when the time you got to be recovered by the touches and kisses you longed from him. Your leg wrapped around his waist as you both shared a passionate kiss; he was your addiction, someone that you yearned for, finally satisfying your craving for the word love.
Your back hit the soft bed as you both redrew from the kiss, and the wetness between your legs started to ache; being without Clavis in the castle did take a toll on you and your body. "C-clavis...I-" you were shortly overtaken by another deepen kiss than before, your tongues interlinked, moaning from immense pleasure.
Wrapping your hands over his neck, propping yourself and look at him with a hazy expression. "You were worried, weren't you" he whispers while unbuttoning his shirt. You were embarrassed to admit that you genuinely needed him and waited for this moment.
Your gaze follows his slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he lowes his fingers to lose off the last buttons, making your core ache further; you didn't know that your body was deprived of the sexual tension. "You're acting like it's your first time, darling; you were lonely without me, weren't you?" Your eyes laid towards his naked chest, his slender fingers slowly traveling to your clothed arousal.
His finger stroked your clothed arousal as he leaned into you, closing the proximity between you as he started nibbling on your ear and rubbing your arousal; the room was engulfed with your moans and whimper of pleasure as your once tidy display turned into disarray and a sensual look. A patch of wet stain was showing on your panty from the sheer fact of your satisfaction,
"Excited, aren't you, princess" he whispers, withdrawing his fingers away from your cloth arousal.
Your whimpers were sounding in the room. "I think it unfair your one being pleased. It would help if you started undressing" his eyes have a glint of desire and lust in them as he licked his finger covered by your essence.
You hurriedly slipped off your pantie, and your hands trembled as you unbuttoned your blouse; his eyes were still laid off your disarrayed figure. As you finally took off your undergarments, you felt small under his gaze, with your naked figure shown, as the glint of desire was established in his eyes; needless to say, it wasn't a lie that he was one of the dangerous beasts of the kingdom, and true to say it wasn't a lie.
The coldness of the air hardens your peaks.
Opening your leg, propping your hand behind you, showing your gaping hole ready to pleasure one of the beasts of the kingdom, giving him the puppy eyes and motioning your eyes between your legs. Your appearance gave off an alluring and seductive look as the tension inside the room turned into a risqué moment.
His eyes were allured to your suggestive position as you scanned his leaned position to see his hardened shaft forming at his pants.
"Clavis...let me pleasure you, and give you good welcoming" smiling at him and tracing your finger from the outline of his chest to the outline of his shaft. For the most part, throwing him off from that alone.
Throwing a suggestive look at him biting your bottom lip, as your dribbling cunt was tempting him to devour you and fuck you mercilessly. As he throws off his briefs and pants, soon being flashed by his hardened shaft making your arousal even more. Your eyes were laid to his post, propping yourself open as your fingers open your cunts lips. As he inserted his shaft into you, you jolted from the spread of pain through your abdomen.
"F-fuck" you hissed out, wishing the 3rd prince would get it over with and fuck you straight.
Digging your nail into his shoulders and throwing your head back, adjusting his size while inside you. "Ready darling?" he whispered, As he snapped his hips, "H-haah," moaning out as the sensation of pleasure in you from the simple moveth. Grinding your hips for the desprate for the delicious friction you craved so bad.
He was once teasing you again.
The moan and the act of reassurance sent the 3rd prince off the charts, triggering that animalistic urge. Placed his head on the small back of your neck and thrust inward while massing your inner wall and left small kisses throughout your neck, as the burning sensation spreading turned into fleets of pleasure. Forcing to jolted up
"C-clavis, stop being such a tease." softening your grip on his shoulders, tilting your pelvis for an entrance to fill the desperate void. "You sure" as he gave you a mocking cheeky smile and caress the fat of your cheeks.
"Please," giving him puppy eyes, finally sending him off the edge. As the message inside his eyes was working to the allure with a lustful gaze, he was still inside as you trusted inside and out of you with a frantic tempo.
As his room was soon filled with your breathy moans and languid pants.
Your exposed bosom bounced up and down from the frantic pace, and the slapping of skin echoed the room. This is the welcoming you wanted to give him as his long departure; as your gaze becomes hazy from the pleasure and the heat of your body increases, your body feels it is on fire. Marking and spreading kisses through your collarbone and breast as he thrust inside you.
"S-shit," you screamed, as the pace was in tempo, feeling that the 3rd prince enjoyed your welcoming gift from the extended pace, the sensations of the pleasure act.
As he was holding your hips securely, thrust inwards and out, "This is a good awakening, princess. I didn't know you were this good at giving gifts"
Giving him a hazy expression as your tongue was loled out. "You look good this way, (MC)" giving you a hard thrust, jolting you up again, moaning out. Stars were flooding your visions as he trusted inside on your walls.
While you let out a shaky breath as he pounded into you, savoring the delicious sensation. Goosebumps spread through your arms, feeling a coil tension pooling throughout your abdomen as he played with your clit. Enjoying the simulation from the sensation of biting the bottom of your lip. "C-clavis, I'm close," you panted out.
Feeling him pulsate inside you, tighten around him inside your inner walls. "Is that so" his pace was more animalistic than ever as his hips collided with you. Your hips stuttering, the brutal pace wearing you out, as you wrap your neck around his neck, your breast bouncing from the tempo.
"C-clavis, I think-"
"Do it, princess," he caresses your hips; soon, your coil snapped as the long crescendo of moans ranged out through the room, your mind shattering.
The heat pooling from your abdomen dropped, linking out of you. Your released your essence, coating his shaft as your body fell limped from the sensation, leaving you weak.
As his thrust becomes sloppier, feeling him pulsate more inside of you noted that he was close and soon feeling the warm sensation. He takes himself out of you and feels his warmness gone as he empties himself on the sheet.
Your body slumped down, your back hitting the bed. Both of your pantings echoed the room, as your body was covered in sweat, your half-lidded look at him, "S-so, did you enjoy your welcoming gift" you panted out, your legs exposed, still dripping from your earlier release.
His body was caved over you, "Mhm," he panted out, "you always give the best gifts, darling," playing with your hair and kissing and planting hickies on your neck.
As you both share a passionate and sweet kiss, "M'thats good."
"Say, your gift was wonderful darling, let me repay you for it, sharing a hot bath together" as he nuzzled your neck and massage your bosoms. Biting down your bottom lip holding your moans back, from the pleasure "Doesn't that sound good, princess"
Letting out a breathy moan, "Ngh-y-yeah...it doesn't sound good," he soon carried your limped body and walked to his grand bathroom chamber.
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9 Headcanons About Luke and Honey 🧸🍯
content warning: a little crack, a little smut (minors dni) disclaimer: please never re-enact any sexual content I describe in my writing unless you are sure you know what you're doing and you're sure this shit actually works in real life. I bear no responsibility for mishaps and accidents.
🍯 O N E Mr. Randolph and the simple art of stashing honey. He nestles tiny bear-shaped shot-sized bottles inside his hood. The only reason you've never seen them is because he is a tol boy. The only reason you've never heard them clinking against each other is because the sound of his sword and belt and boots and snoring drowns the sound out. — His belt can hold up to seven half-pints of honey, but he often squeezes in two more in case he gets caught up somewhere that doesn't have immediate access to honey. — Because one time he got caught up somewhere that didn't have immediate access to honey. Walk with me if you would, to Luke's third day at the palace as a princeling. He's dozed off in the library whilst studying for one of Sariel's exams, his forehead and nose smooshed flush against the tabletop, books scattered at his feet. He awakens slowly and then starts with a fright when he realizes that in his boredom he burned through his honey stash. When he attempts to leave the library, he finds the doors locked from the outside because Clavis. Several minutes later, Yves is spooked during his bubble-bath when a giant shadow scales past his window. This is followed by a pinched gasp before the shadow tumbles off the palace façade and lands atop an unsuspecting Cyril below.
🍯 T W O Connoisseurism. To Luke, all honey is good honey, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate distinct flavor profiles and richness. After consuming as much honey as he has, his tongue has become primed for picking out even the most subtle notes. Of course if asked he never describes them as much more than "very yummy," but unbeknownst to anyone, his beautiful honey-brain basks in his sunlit skull and experiences a wealth of sensations and vividry. — Similar to an elite wine sommelier, Luke can disseminate where in Rhodolite a batch of honey hails from. After being a prince for a few more years and being exposed to scores of international honey, he's eventually able to triangulate global origins within a 5 kilometer radius. As such, the Rhodolite Honey Society tries regularly to stump Luke with obscure varieties of honey. They invite the eighth prince to their monthly meetings, watch slack-jawed as Luke successfully classifies all the batches, and then scramble to stop him as he sweeps all the extra honey into a giant overnight bag. — But home is where the heart is, and his favorite honey comes from around the parts where he grew up.
🍯 T H R E E Contrary to what you've seen, Luke doesn't actually consume much more honey than the average person on a day-to-day basis. He is aware of potential health-risks and doubly-so after a particularly sobering visit to a healing ward. — That visit in-turn inspires him to begin a public service campaign to teach the people of Rhodolite honey-consumption best practices. Jin tries to broaden the scope to include all foods, but Luke understandably checks out after the honey portion of the presentation (jumping in intermittently to say the word "honey" as it comes up). This leaves Jin to field questions from audience-members who've taken issue with how Jin only ever uses melons and coconuts as visual aids regardless of what food he is actually discussing. Jin subsequently adds peaches and eggplants to his repertoire. — Years into the future, Luke's likeness is seen depicted on sprawling tapestries, settled into a picnic with a family of bears as he doles out healthy servings of honey to them.
🍯 F O U R Luke is exceptional friends with the palace beekeeper (his name is Thierry and he is as single as a slice of cheese). Sure, Luke falls asleep whenever the man begins an impassioned, scientifically-sound monologue about honey production and hive integrity, but so would you. Probably. Other times he shuts Thierry up with a spoonful of honey. But Thierry actually despises honey, so he tears up and gags and tries to punch Luke who has an uncanny ability of dodging punches by way of dropping into a well-timed nap. — In exchange for oodles and oodles of honey, Luke assists Thierry with hive-building and maintenance. From time-to-time his job involves collecting cow dung, which has multiple uses in medieval beekeeping; so that one evening when you catch Luke slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable, it's because he was slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable. — I know you didn't ask, but yes, a portion of that cow dung mysteriously but invariably finds its way into Clavis's trap-building inventory.
🍯 F I V E Sariel is forced to tailor Luke's prince training around honey and honey accessories because the guy will wander off, physically and mentally, literally 5 minutes into a lesson otherwise. — When they are on the international trade unit Sariel has Jin take Luke on a field trip to a meadery in Jade. Much of this trip is spent with the two in various states of intoxication, but they manage to hide it fairly well if you ignore 95% of what actually happens on the trip. Luke comes back with a pet Jadean bee named Keith (no relation). Jin comes back with lots of mead and tales of the warmth of Jadean ladies. — Sariel attempts to teach military-strategy to Luke using bottles of honey. Several military units go missing over the course of fifteen minutes before the commanding general succumbs to sleep. Several more go missing after Sariel attempts to self-medicate for his headache.
🍯 S E X Luke won't lie to you. He can't get enough of licking honey off your nipples. — He says as much in shy, whispered confessions against your neck, but you really get the sense of it in the way his hands curl desperately around your wrists, the way his pupils seem to dilate like an eclipsed sun in that field of green, in the way his arousal clashes and shudders against yours as his tongue laps up the sweet nectar. — Luke devours your honeyed nipples like a man eating for the first time. He craves the taste, the texture, the indescribable emotional connection, and he craves your hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer than close could ever get. — Oh and the sounds he makes. Slick, wet, juicy. You have trouble looking at his lips the next morning without feeling a violent reaction in your party parts.
🍯 S E V E N Luke tries to get away with putting honey on everything but there is one thing he won't put honey on even if you paid him in honey. Scrambled eggs. — Boiled eggs? Sure. Fried eggs? He's literally written the picture-book on it. But scrambled eggs? sCrAMBLEd eGgS??? Did your mother drop you on your head as a child? — Scrambled eggs, in Luke's mind, are a heavenly, fluffy, buttery piece of cloudwork, untainted by the sorrows of the world. For comparison, Luke considers honey a liquid chorus of angels, but scrambled eggs sit firmly as a distant second. — Rio, once, well-intentioned, serves Luke a plate of scrambled eggs with a cute little teddy bear drawn over the peaks and valleys in honey. Upon seeing this, Luke takes out a scalpel from only god knows where and begins to scrape off the honey into one of his empty shot-bottles. Beads of sweat gather on his temples as he works to maintain the dignity of the scrambled eggs. When he finishes, he puts his scalpel down, and without facing Rio, tells him in a choked, distorted voice, to never serve him this tragedy again. What he doesn't realize is that Rio fucked off several minutes prior after catching sight of Emma chatting with Thierry the Royal Beekeeper.
🍯 E I G H T The Rhodolite Honey Society holds a honey portrait contest every year. To win, contestants must paint a portrait of an animal using nothing but honey. Because everyone almost always chooses to paint a bear, bears have been banned from submission. Luke has never entered this contest because he vehemently disagrees with such blatant disregard for and waste of honey. — One day Luke overhears Keith telling fellow tea-party-bros Yves and Licht that he is thinking about entering and has been practicing drawing stags in his spare time. — Luke enlists Clavis and begins plotting a honey heist. It would turn out to be the greatest food heist in Rhodolite history, meticulous in its planning, baffling in its execution. And once again Nokto would be called upon to use his false-mustache... — Link here for if/when I ever write Luke's Honey Heist
🍯 N I N E "Have you ever played the tongue game?" — On warm summer evenings, Luke will sit you on his lap and dance trails of honey across your bottom lip with the tip of his finger. And to cricket-song and gentle breeze he kisses each oozing drop away. — When you ask if you can do the same to him, a most tender expression fills out any lingering emptiness in his gaze. So you take a dollop of honey on your fingertip and press it against the plush bed of his lower lip, smoothing it over the coarse traces of the day. His lips have such a pretty shape, but they're even prettier under the glaze. Without realizing it, you've drifted your face closer and closer, and Luke giggles when your breath tickles the tip of his nose. Then he's kissing you, massaging the sweetness on his lips onto yours, and before long you two are a tangle of limbs in a sea of sheets; the honey, for once, forgotten.
Thank you for reading :) Which hc was your favorite? Are there any you want more details on? Do you think it was the right call for Nokto to bring his false-mustache out of retirement?
