#chevalier michel x reader smut

[dreamofjoys]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

— Act like an Angel, Dress like crazy

Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail (HSR), Twisted Wonderland (Twst), Ikemen Prince (IKEPRI), Ikemen Villain (IKEVIL), Lovebrush Chronicle (LBC), Wuthering Waves (WuWa), Love and Deepspace (LADs)

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THIS YEAR'S KINKTOBER SPECIAL / NOTES:

♡ Event will be divided into 4 series

- Short fic series (short headcannons of 2 characters per day) - Full fic series (more words + features 1 character per day) - Threesome series (you read that right, threesome. enjoy 2 men fucking/fighting over you. or maybe they will cooperate together to make you feel good) - Gangbang / Dragon series (heavily demanded lmao if you have read my fic 'The Dragon's Beloved' then yeah same lineup same characters // expect to be f by multiple dragons // this is for my followers who have been waiting for a long time)

♡ All fics are strictly character/characterS x afab/fem reader

♡ Expect content such as Noncon, Dubcon, kidnapping and etc. They apply to certain fics only

♡ Fics will be posted at 6pm sharp (GMT +8) basically 1hr slower than jp/kr timing - queued posting

♡ As I am typing this, I have yet to finish writting all fics. There may be delays (I hope not because I really want to finish this) Please forgive me if you don't see the full list of fics.

♡ I will not be doing taglist. As mentioned previously, the fics will be queued for posting. I may not be available at that timing to do tagging

♡ To navigate this year's kinktober fics, you can refer to this post for the full masterlist OR search #dreamofjoyskinktober2024 on my blog (in the event that the links on this post does not work)

KINKTOBER SCHEDULE —

SHORT FIC SERIES (separated)

Day 1 ➤ Gun Play ♡ Boothill (HSR) , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 2 ➤ Mirror Sex ♡ Dr Ratio (HSR) , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 3 ➤ Hate Sex ♡ Blade (HSR) , Alhaitham (Genshin)

Day 4 ➤ Masochist ♡ Sunday (HSR) , Geshu Lin (WuWa)

Day 5 ➤ Manhandling ♡ Danfeng (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 6 ➤ Clothes Grinding ♡ Zayne , Sylus (LADs)

Day 7 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Ayato (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 8 ➤ Thigh Riding ♡ Nanook (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 9 ➤ Aphrodisiac ♡ Jiaoqiu (HSR) , Neuvilette (Genshin)

Day 10 ➤ Degradation ♡ Cael , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 11 ➤ Breeding Kink ♡ Zhongli (Genshin) , Lilia (Twst)

Day 12 ➤ Face Sitting ♡ Sunday , Nanook (HSR)

Day 13 ➤ Cock Warming ♡ Neuvilette (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 14 ➤ Mutual Masturbation ♡ Chevalier , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

FULL FIC SERIES

Day 15 ➤ Bondage ♡ Blade (HSR)

Day 16 ➤ Vouyeurism ♡ Jingyuan (HSR)

Day 17 ➤ Orgasm Control ♡ Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 18 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 19 ➤ Body Worship ♡ Zayne (LADs)

Day 20 ➤ Corruption ♡ Sunday (HSR)

Day 21 ➤ Monster Fucking ♡ Malleus (Twst)

THREESOME SERIES

Day 22 ➤ Public Sex ♡ Jiyan & Geshu Lin (Wuwa)

Day 23 ➤ Shower Sex ♡ Cael & Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 24 ➤ Oviposition ♡ Neuvilette & Zhongli (Genshin)

Day 25 ➤ Deepthroating ♡ Jingyuan & Blade (HSR)

Day 26 ➤ Spanking/Mating Press ♡ Chevalier & Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 27 ➤ Overblot Smut ♡ Leona & Malleus (Twst)

Day 28 ➤ Daddy Kink ♡ Victor & William (IKEVIL)

Day 29 ➤ Oviposition ♡ DanHeng & DanFeng (HSR)

GANGBANG / DRAGON SERIES

Characters involved for both fics: Neuvilette, Zhongli (Genshin), Malleus (Twst), Danheng, Danfeng (HSR)

Day 30 ➤ Sex Toys

Day 31 ➤ Hunter & Prey

I do not own any of the above characters. Please do not repost/translate/plagiarize any of my works. I do not condone any irl actions of my fics. I made the banners myself. Please do not save/copy.

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 got to thinking about heavy petting/fingering/sex in the library w Chev and it led to this.

(Nsfw. No pronouns but reader has breasts and a vagina, wears a skirt for this scenario. Fingering, biting, orgasm control. Not proofread, typed on mobile)

Heavy petting in Chev's library. Starts with sitting in his lap. Even if you get flustered over it, Chev likes having the weight of your body against him, it feels comforting, warm, connects him to the warmth of another human. Eventually you get up from his lap, fibbing that you'd finished your book and wanted to start on a new one, but really you need a breather and to collect yourself.

And of course, Chev knows this. There's no hiding anything from this man, and he certainly didn't miss the look of flustered distress on your face as you left him. Which is why you shouldn't be surprised when, just a moment after you've gotten to the shelf, you can feel his presence press up against your back, cornering you there.

Large hands land on your hips, and it makes you want to fold for him, wait to see what he'll do to you next. But he's unmoving, simply whispering over your shoulder to keep doing what you were doing. And it's only as you comply, reaching forward blindly and grabbing the first book that looks good, that one hand makes its way to your waist and ribs, while the other begins to ruck up your skirts.

You can feel his teeth nip at your shoulder through your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. He embodies the spirit of his tiger insignia, making you feel like you're in the jaws of a predator, but his bites are always filled with love, even some teasing playfulness. And as his teeth distract your senses up above, it's not long before his one hand succeeds in getting beneath your skirts, long fingers playing with your thigh and dancing around where you want him to touch the most. It's only when you whine, and he teases you that you're ignoring your book now, that his fingers finally move to cup you, feeling that delicious wet warmth soaking through your underwear.

But he refuses to move now, not until you open the book you chose and read out loud to him. It's not the first time he's asked you to read for him, he's always enjoyed listening to your voice. But clearly he's feeling playful and a little mean today, only providing you pleasure once he hears your voice read aloud. His speed matches your own pacing, and as you turn the pages, the pleasure only increases. You know hes serious about his stipulations as your voice falters here and there, and the pleasure stops with it, so you do your best to keep going. Soft pets through your underwear and teasing little taps to your covered clit, eventually turn into him pulling aside your underwear to touch you directly. First just stroking your folds, circling your clit, before finally, blessedly, sinking one, two, then three fingers into you.

As he pumps his fingers in and out, the sounds of wetness filling the room, his other hand has made its way into your blouse, squeezing your soft flesh, teasing your nipples. His teeth haven't stopped nipping at you, and if all your brainpower wasn't focused on continuing your reading, you'd wonder just how many marks your lover was leaving on you. It's almost overwhelming how he controls your pleasure, feeling your orgasm creep up but knowing he isn't kind enough to give it to you before he's ready. However, it's as the chapter you're on is coming to a close, Chev finally tells you that you can let go once you've read the last word.

Exactly as he planned, as you just barely manage to utter the last word on the page, he bites down on your neck where he knows you like it most, and his fingers speed up with his palm pressing against your sensitive bud until the pleasure overtakes you and your orgasm slams into you like a wave. He continues with a mind-numbing pace, letting your high carry you into a second orgasm shortly afterwards, relishing in the feel of your walls gripping his fingers and how your body spasms against him, before finally giving you mercy and slowing his fingers to a stop.

Just barely through the post-orgasm haze, you can feel his erection pressing against you, clearly desiring the warmth that had been wrapped around his fingers to be wrapped around somewhere else. But Chev, always the dutiful and thoughtful lover, all teasing aside, simply puts aside his desires to tend to your needs, supporting you and your shaky knees as he brings you back to his sofa. After all, there will be plenty of time to tend to his own needs… as soon as you've recovered.

[omkookie]

"It will just take some time now"

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut... Noncon, Yandere, impregnation.

He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesn’t say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.

"Chevalier…" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.

Only because of your obedience, he’ll treat you kindly.

You’ve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.

You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.

“Look at me.” He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you don’t do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here… Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. You’ve learned from the countless number of times that he’s abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, he’s “training” you for your own good.

He’s simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.

You’re his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you… He loved you.

A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.

When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed… how could you be so beautiful and so…nice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutter…

How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.

“Let me move the pillow.” You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.

He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.

You were truly like glass… delicate and easy to break.

He almost feels guilty for everything that he’s put you through, but quickly remembers ‘It was for her own good.’

He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, He’s been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you aren’t trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.

You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.

He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.

Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.

Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.

He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.

You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.

“Fuck…”You hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. “It’s so warm…” He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots… much to your dismay.

Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.

You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.

It was shameful, really… Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.

“Heh… You’re finally starting to become wise, simpleton.” He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.

He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.

"It will just take some time now"

You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.

A child would chain you to him for life.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

18 + !!! NSFW

Chapter 13 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: a fuck ton

Warnings: nsfw, fingering, vaginal sex, handjob, overstim, kissing, nipple play

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

A month had passed as you stayed in the fortress. Gilbert was still chained underground. You visited his dungeon every day at first, mixing his medicine with his food in secret. Despite his imprisonment, his sickness started to withdraw, although the bags under his eyes grew in volume. At some point, he asked you to stop visiting. He had his back turned on you from you when he begged you to leave him alone. You did not ask why. You did not have to. You both knew how each of you hurt the other.

After a month the negotiations for peace were seemingly going well. Jade retreated and Benitoite joined Rhodolite's side is shutting down the last of Obsidian's generals. Even so, the ebony empire was vast and far too unpredictable. Too many times in the past it had feigned defeat, only to come back stronger. You had seen nation after nation bend to their knees as they were engulfed by the empire's shadow. More importantly, your kingdom's safety depended on your marriage to the man currently in the dungeons, and your loyalty to the Obsidianite crown. If word got out that you were roaming freely in the Rhodolitian camp the rumours would not be far from the truth to start spreading about an alliance between you.

"Chevalier?", Nokto repeated your words, "I think he's already in his room"

"Oh I see", you said sorrowfully, "thank you"

You return to your room to meet your sorry bag. You had laid each one of the dresses given to you on the bed. A knight brought them to you the next day after you arrived at the fortress. They were simple but not plain, their cut clean to suit your figure but lacking any eye-drawing embellishments usually worn by royalty. You sat on the bed and run your hand over the blue fabric of the one closest to you. Blue, white and gold, those were the only colours the dresses had. It was such a subtle detail that could easily go over one's head and so it would not draw any attention. That genius idiot...

You smiled, your fingers crinkling the fabric of the beautiful dress. The one you wore paled in your eyes in comparison even though, although tattered from the fall in the river, it was adorned with jewels from all the kingdoms conquered by Obsidian. You let out a sigh. You had long decided to leave, yet kept postponing it in an effort to see Chevalier again. You had caught glimpses of him as he raced through the corridors, venturing out for scouting and coming back bloodied from top to bottom. But there was no delaying it any longer. You had to go back. Every day you weren't either publicly announced as a hostage or returned to Obsidian or your homeland as a runaway cast suspicion over your relation to the kingdom of roses. You had to leave. But you also had to see him again. At least one more time. It could have been the last.

You don't remember how you ended up in front of his bedroom's door but soon you were knocking three times on the wooden surface. There was no sound at first but as you were turning to leave you heard Chevalier's voice from inside saying "Just come in". You stood silent for a moment, contemplating what to do. Going inside would be out of the question in a normal situation; you could not risk raising questions about what was happening behind the closed door. But now? This was your last chance to see him. You looked around. There was no one. You hesitantly put your hand on the handle and opened the door.

Chevalier was sitting on his desk's chair, leaning back as he read his novel. He held the book in one hand and supported his head with the other, elbow on the desk. His sword was leaning sheathed next to him. A smell of soap and roses surrounded him, the stench of iron and blood nowhere to be found anymore.

The door quietly clicked behind you. He raised his head. He immediately put the book down the moment he met your eyes. "Princess y/n", he said formally.

"I...ah...I had to see you", you said. You tucked your hair behind your ear. You could not look him in the eyes, despite your brazen claim. You lowered your gaze. "I'm leaving", you stated, "I'm departing for Istidor come dawn"

"Why?", he stood. It was not long before his face twisted as he answered his own question.

"Yes", you replied to his thought, "I can't draw more attention. The emperor will punish my kingdom for it"

The silence was deafening. You knew in your heart you had to say it. You hated to admit how right Gilbert was but you knew you would be filled with regret if you left with it weighing on your heart. You did not expect anything to change. It was probable that you would never see Chevalier again. But still...

"I....", you stammered. You looked away again. "I love you", you finally spat, "I'm sorry, but...I love you. I know you don't feel the same way about me. But I can't help how I feel about you. And I....", at this point tears had begun streaming down your eyes, "Maybe you'll think less of me now that you know this, but..."

His shadow suddenly enveloped you. You had not taken notice of when he had moved to stand in front of you. He was so close. You looked up at his crystal blue eyes as they gazed upon your face. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb gently brushing over your skin again and again. He leaned in. His lips hesitated just an inch before they touched yours. You could feel his breath cascading upon your face. Your eyes had already fluttered closed, your heart too weak to pull you away.

And then he kissed you.

He smelled like roses and parchment and tasted like sweet tea. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, fingers entwining between your locks. His other hand gently pulled you closer by the waist, barely touching your body. You cupped his cheek as you switched sides on your kiss. Your fingers caressed his cold skin.

His lips remained close as the kiss ended. "Why do this?", you asked against them, "I did not know you could be so cruel"

"Perhaps I could be", his husky voice was louder than ever. He touched his forehead to yours. "But not this time", he said.

You pulled away. You had to retain your logic. You could not be pulled into a place you could not return from. Chevalier's expression was as frozen as ever now that you were looking at him once again. He could not have meant it, could he? Chevalier was the most incredible person you knew. You knew he had a beautiful heart which he suppressed each day under the weight of his duty. He always acted with purpose; the only purpose he could have to say such a thing would be to weaken Istidor with a war with Obsidian, something that would probably not interest him in the slightest. But the alternative, of him having meant it, was even more improbable.

"What are you s..."

"What do you want?", he cut you off. His hand returned to your cheek as he held you, eyes locking.

"It does not matter what I want"

"If you want a new life you can return to Istidor", he said, "Perhaps you should want that. You would be the happiest"

You laughed. "I wouldn't, but I have no choice"

"Yes, you do", his voice was cold but now both of his hands held your face, "You do"

"Chevalier, you know I don't", you sighed, "The emperor..."

"Is in the dungeon of this fortress", Chevalier completed nonchalantly. You furrowed your brows. It did not take long for you to realise he meant Gilbert. Chevalier scoffed. "He did not tell you", he muttered, "Of course he didn't. He preferred to create a persona to keep you with him, the messiah."

"Gilbert is not-"

Chevalier let go of you. "I should not have told you", he said, "I have every reason to lie and therefore am not a reliable bearer of this news. But you can verify them once you reach your homeland". He passed you by and reached for the door. "Your future is finally yours", he said behind you. You heard the door open. "You should find someone who makes you truly happy before they try to marry you off again"

Maybe it was the fact that you could not see him anymore and relied solely on your ears, but you detected the slightest hinge in his voice when he said those words. An almost undetectable hesitation that was uncharacteristic of his nature. You turned towards him and pulled him so he would face you. It was the first time you saw him truly surprised; but there was something else, deeper, peaking under his expression now that you had caught him off guard. It was sorrow.

Your eyes widened. This time you pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated. It was much more intense than the first. His hands scrambled around your waist, needy enough to pull you close but too scared to do so with all their might. His kisses left your lips and moved towards your neck. You let out a sigh. Your back hit the door and the two of you were knocked back into reality. He looked away.

"You should go", he said coldly and walked back to his desk.

"You said the choice was mine"

"So you shouldn't waste it"

"I'm only going to ask you this once", you said, your anger evident in your tone, "How do you feel about me?"

"That much is clear"

"Do you love me?"

"Are you saying you can't tell as much?"

"Chevalier, do you love me? Yes or no?"

He rushed back to your side. His lips collided with yours in another fervent kiss. His hand pulled at your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck. He continued kissing you again and again until he was out of breath. He touched his forehead to yours, his thumb pulling at your lower lip as he warmed it with his heaving breath. "You simpleton", he said, "You should know the answer to that already". His face was still lacking expression, yet his ice-blue eyes had caught fire, and so had his voice.

You stayed quiet for a moment, still processing what had transpired. "Then shut up and stop pushing me away", you said annoyed as tears spilt from your eyes. Chevalier raised his eyebrows in surprise. You could tell he had not planned for such a reaction.

You pulled him in once again. He pushed your bodies together against the door as he kissed you. You blindly searched the space behind you until your hand found the key and locked the door. Your other hand was still holding his white linen shirt, pulling him towards you so he would not escape even though he seemed to have no intention to. His lips were devouring every inch of skin they could find. You felt him slow down as he reached your cleavage. His hands were hesitantly hovering above the buttons of your dress. You reached behind your back and pushed his hands towards them. He played around with the first one until he was able to unhook it, then easily undid the rest. He untied the ribbons of your skirt and petticoat. You shook your dress until it pooled around your feet.

Your hands worked on his own shirt until you were able to pull it off of his shoulders. You traced his toned torso, the bandages of his wound still wrapped around it. You dropped your gaze and your head as your fingers traced the white gauze. His crooked finger hooked underneath your chin and raised your head once more. He kissed your lips, hands tracing your figure until they reached your waist. You gasped when he lifted you up, letting your legs wrap around his hips.

"Chevalier your wou-"

"I can do so much", he waved your concern away. He carried you to the bed. He let out a grunt of pain as he tried to place you softly upon the mattress, the weight pulling at the muscles he shouldn't move.

"Don't", you told him. You sat on your knees and cupped his cheeks before you kissed him. His breath relaxed, the warm air breaking on your skin. You broke the kiss and looked at the bandage. He placed his hand above yours as it passed over the wound. He moved them together towards his heart. You met his gaze. It was intense; determined. Without any words, he told you that the worst pain he had had to experience was in his heart when he was apart from you.

He slowly climbed on top of you, kissing and biting at your neck and collarbone. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your chemise and lifted it until he exposed your honey pot. He traced the lips with his digits as they grew wetter. You took a sharp inhale as his thumb pressed your bud. He raised his head. His eyes examined your face as his thumb drew circles over and over again. He leaned for a kiss when he plunged a finger inside your walls. He was slow, careful as he drank every sigh and moan he pulled out of you. You opened your legs further for him. He thrust another one of his thick fingers inside you. You broke from his kiss to let out a cry of pleasure. He stopped for a moment as he examined your face, quickly returning to his good work. He scraped your walls with the pad of his fingers and your neck with the edges of his teeth. You combed his golden hair, pulling on the strands as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.

You called his name in his ear. He leaned to your neck and planted a loving kiss. Your bodies danced together, the tears they had shed while apart were turning into a fiery passion. You did not know if you wanted to cry out of joy or out of the sheer pleasure his fingers were granting you. He pulled your corset right under your breasts to expose them and took one in his mouth. Your fingers curled. You could feel his smile as his tongue circled one of your nipples. You could feel a coil building up in your body, curling up like a spring underneath your belly. His hands were both at work between your legs, one thrusting and one circling your rosey bud. He suddenly switched breasts and the coil burst. You panted and trembled as you covered his fingers with your essence. He slowly pulled his hand away. His fingers lightly pressed on your oversensitive entrance. You shuddered at the feeling, hips both running away and moving towards him.

He brought his head to his bandaged stomach. "Dammit", he muttered. Before you could pose further questions, he sat next to you, back on the headboard, and pulled you between his legs. This position reminded you of something yet you could not name this thing even as you searched into the depths of your memory.

"Chevalier", you said before he covered your eyes with his palm. The darkness made the kisses on your neck even more intense. It made the way he cupped your breasts feel more direct. His breath was on your nape. And that was when it clicked: There were not a lot of romance stories that you read, but there was this one you knew all your female friends had read. You had jokingly mentioned it once in front of him, never expecting him to actually read it. Goodness, you hoped he would not after you contemplated further on the vulgarities contained in this particular book. But he did. And he knew. And though you had mentioned it mockingly, you did not believe there were many women who would not be turned on by the things in that book.

He nipped on your ear. "I wanted to tell you", you felt rather than heard his words, "You enjoy some pretty interesting books". His fingers held your entrance open. "But I would like to hear what you want coming from your lips", he lifted you and led you onto his length, "Personally, I would prefer to look at you while you're making that face"

You felt the kiss he planted on your shoulder as his length stretched you. He continued to kiss you repeatedly as you got used to him inside you. He helped you as you moved up and down. You called his name. You heard his grunts loud and clear with your heightened ears even though he tried to bury them in your neck. He started moving more ferociously, more passionately. Your back arched against him as you tried to keep your breath steady, with no success. Your head leaned back to lie on his shoulder. At some point, his hand slipped away and you were met face to face with the expression he hid from your behind your previously obstructed gaze. His heaving chest, his rose-coloured cheeks, his feverish forehead, his hungry gaze....his everlasting and ever-burning love. It was too late for him to hide again; he probably realised it. He caught your lips in his. One hand dived underneath your arm and cupped your cheek, keeping your lips locked with his as he thrust inside you. The other pinched and circled your bud. You moaned. His tongue was entwined with yours. Your legs wiggled at the weakness of your breath. You reached behind you and hooked your arm on his nape. You aided his fingers as they urged your release. Your cries of intense pleasure were nectar drunk by his thirsty lips.

He kissed your nose. He was panting. He was not hiding anymore. His hands held you close, begging you to stay, even if his lips would never ever express such a wish. He was not a man who would succumb to his desires, but that did not mean they were not there.

"Lay down", you said as you raised your hips. You cupped his cheeks as he fell onto the pillows on the side. Your lips kissed every inch of his handsome face. His hands held your waist, thumbs tracing the dimples of your hips. You kissed every patch of skin you could find between the bandages on his torso. He pulled you back up mid-climbing down. He combed your hair with his fingers. You wrapped yours around his length. Your thumb traced the head and he bit your lip. You moved your head up and down. He was still determined on kissing you, yet you could taste the sweet moans he himself now left, and the sway of his hips towards your hand. His hand wrapped around yours. At first, you thought he was going to stop you, but he merely urged you to continue faster.

He came, panting against your face, his warm essence shooting from his length. He cupped your cheek before moving his hand to your nape and pulling you into his embrace. His hands wrapped around you. He softly kissed your back. You pulled him close, your own arms diving underneath his. He held you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world. His thumb rubbed on your skin and you knew he was tracing the marks that he himself had left.

"I'm coming with you", you said against his chest, "To Rhodolite"

Chevalier tightened his embrace. "Good", he said.

[twistedwonderworm]

Hi bestieee

Can I request a Chevalier smutty scenario with a gn reader with afab terms? Like they've been spending wayyy to much time with Clavis pulling pranks only to end up getting destroyed by Chevy? Maybe with degradation and choking?

Thankieeee <3

Here you go bestieee 💜 I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted to make it the absolute best I could for you. I hope you enjoy itttttt!!

Learn your lesson (Ikepri NSFW)

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Degradation, choking, overstimulation

Word count: 954

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

Chevalier wasn't really the jealous type, or so he told himself. Though, he still didn't like how much time Y/N was spending with Clavis. He knew they had no interest in his younger brother, but he also knew Clavis. He was sneaky, and he was absolutely the type of guy who would take advantage of the time they were spending together. 

He decided tonight was going to be the night when he taught them their lesson. Chevalier was reading in his room when Y/N finally came in. They were smiling and giggling, obviously just coming back from spending time with Clavis. The prince set his bookmark into what he was reading and set it aside as he looked at his beloved, serious. It almost scared them until Chevalier patted his lap. 

"Come sit, love," The prince said softly, watching his lover carefully as they walked over to him.

Y/N straddled his lap, smiling lovingly at their boyfriend. Poor Y/N they had absolutely no idea what Chevalier was planning.

"So how was your day, love?" Chevalier asked, running his hands up his lover's neck to their face, cupping their cheeks gently. A gentleness that definitely didn't match his thoughts. Something that Y/N would learn in just a little bit. 

"It was really wonderful!" Y/N said happily, giggling softly. "Clavis really knows how to make a party interesting."

This comment made Chevalier's blood boil. Even while they were alone, they brought him up. 

"So you had fun with Clavis, did you?" he asked, his hand gently making his way back to his beloved's throat. "I'm glad, though that means I need to teach you a lesson."

"A lesson?" Y/N asked, lifting their head to look at him again, "What do you mean by that, love?"

Chevalier smirked and tightened his grip on their throat just a bit, "I have to teach you just who your boyfriend is, my dear~" He moved his thigh to press it against their clothed core. Y/N mewled and rocked against him, and he released his grip. "Get these bottoms off, love. I'm getting impatient."

When Chevalier released them, they hurriedly stood up and undressed their bottom half, removing their underwear just in case. The look in their prince's eye had them shaking but not in fear, no. They were shaking in anticipation. They finally settled back into Chevalier's lap, and he pulled them into a rough kiss. His hand threaded through their hair and pulled, causing them to mewl into the kiss, their thighs squeezing the leg they were straddling.

"Are you such a slut that you can't wait~?" he asked after pulling away from the kiss to trail nipping kisses down their throat to their collarbone, making sure to leave marks. He wanted everyone to know that they were taken. Especially Clavis. "You're already so wet, I can feel you soaking into my pant leg~"

Y/N's cheeks warmed in embarrassment, and they clung to Chevalier, burying their face into his shoulder when he released their hair. They mewled as they rocked their hips against his thigh.

"P-please~" Y/N mewled, rocking their hips desperately, "I-I need you~"

Chevalier purred and stopped his beloved's movement before picking them up. The prince carried them to the bed, dropping them onto it. He smirked as he stripped before climbing over his beloved, nipping at the exposed flesh of their throat, marking it up more. 

“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off,” Chevalier said, though it was more of a demand, “Whores like you don’t wear clothes, do they?” He helped Y/N out of the rest of their clothes impatiently, almost ripping their shirt in the process. When Y/N was fully undressed, Chevalier almost dived down between their legs. He teased at their puffy clit with his tongue, circling it with a smirk before he took it between his lips, sucking at it. Y/N’s moans  and mewls were music to his ears, but he had to press a hand to their abdomen to stop them from moving too much. This was still supposed to be a punishment after all. 

The fingers of his other hand were slowly sliding through their folds before two fingers slipped into their cunt. From how many times they’ve done this, he knew that they could take two fingers.  Y/N cried out in ecstasy as he started to pump his fingers in and out, scissoring them and expertly making them see stars. He wasn’t as experienced as one would think when their relationship started but by now, he knew their body well. 

“Look at you, moaning and trying to fuck yourself on my fingers like a mindless little slut,” He chuckled, “You think Clavis could make you feel this good?” He asked, pretending not to notice when Y/N started to shake their head in answer to his question. “What was that? I didn’t hear what you said~”

“N-no he couldn’t~” Y/N gasped and mewled, trying to rock their hips. “O-only you can~”

“And you better remember it~” chevalier occurred, “You’re my slut, got it~? Mine.” He reached up with that hand that was holding down their abdomen and gripped their throat, pumping his other fingers in and out of them more. Y/N gasped as their orgasm crashed over them from the degradation and what Chevalier was doing. The prince released their throat but he kept fuckign his lover with his fingers, even after they rode out their orgasm.

“T-too sensitive,” they whimpered, trying to wiggle away, but Chevalier laughed cruelly and shook his head.

“Love, you haven't quite learned your lesson yet~ Tonight is going to be a very long night for you.”

[xxsycamore]

Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please

Finally getting to this old request for Be My Valentine CCC 2022! Hope you enjoy! Prompt used: Finding a new tradition for Valentine's Day

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader

�� You give Chevalier a book to read out to you… but it's no ordinary love novel - it's erotica.

Chevalier Michel x Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,161 • masterlist

Chevalier is a lot like the hard-shelled chocolate bonbons you made for him: they had mousse in the core that one could only reach if they dared to break through the surface. Your first Valentine's day with him proved how much the mousse spoils your palette. Or would have, if you had had enough alone time with Chevalier to be actually spoiled.

The fleeting shared moments of intimacy were ending as soon as they began, fortunately culminating in a nice dinner for two that provided some of that awaited alone time with Chevalier.

Him leading you under an arm towards your shared bedchambers is pleasant, but you ache for more of his attention and his touch.

"Chevalier, I thought… nothing beats a good book at the end of an exhausting day, isn't that right?"

A fellow booklover, you know that you are right in Chevalier's eyes - the sight of him loosening the cuffs of his shirt's sleeves is making you regret talking about books of all things, but you have an idea in your head, and there is no turning back now.

"… The books I'm currently reading are in my private library. Nobody has business being there in my absence, and I'm already done changing. I figure you don't feel like going there either."

"Mhmm…" You nod your assent, walking as casually as you can towards your side of the bed, hand wandering inside the nightstand drawer. "Well, mine is right here…"

Chevalier approaches you until you feel his body heat just shy of your back. Or maybe that's you being feverish, excited by your own mischief yet to reveal.

"You should've asked directly if you want me to read to you. I'm not so dense not to see how you would consider this a part of today's celebration."

Does he have to say like that? "Yes, I would love that. Doing as many of those activities with you as possible, even the simple ones, is making me happy."

The comfortable, luxuriously cushioned reading chair that can be found in his private library is not one of his kind, as Chev sits down in the one situated here, in his bedroom, beckoning you with his eyes. No, you're not talking about the accommodation that his chest provides as you sit on his lap, it's surely just you appreciating the piece of furniture that is big enough for the both of you but still small enough to make you take a creative position sideways. You could prop your arm against the backrest of the armchair, or you could wrap it around Chevalier's shoulders… and you settle for the latter. Because today is all about being close and lovey-dovey, isn't it?

Chev opens your book at the bookmarked page, conveniently starting with a new chapter. He doesn't mind not being introduced to the contents prior, he either has heard you talk about it already and is a matter of time for his brilliant memory to activate and detect the needed information, or, you haven't really mentioned about this book in particular: which is also fine, since he simply chose to do this for you.

"Having eloped into the night, the lovers couldn't keep their feelings at bay any longer; nor they had to. They allowed only the moon to keep watch, the faithful guardian it has been at their rendezvous before. The grass cushioned their falling, and lips found lips, hushed breaths mingling without the act of running being alone at fault."

Does Chevalier suspect anything? His tone is even and unshaken by the implication of the passage; for a second you worry that he might be reading out mechanically, some genius he is, mind busying itself simultaneously with matters of bigger importance… or not.

There is a tiny huff of breath that disrupts the reading, a reaction of sorts. He still continues.

"Between those back-to-back breathless kisses, forbidden but deserved, sweet and dripping of sin, hands start to wander. Layers of fabric give way to daring fingers eager to wander where there is proof of arousal, needing to know they're not the only one. Sharp breath intakes pierce the air that they share with no other soul right now; with the freedom to not only whisper but scream of their love. Of their pleasure."

Chevalier's voice is a love potion to you. It gets you drunk and pliant on a normal occasion; the words he'd whisper between the sheets still written on your skin with his tongue. He loves to nip on your skin to accompany the dirtiest of his promises he'd make to you, his actions always coming out thrice as much as his words. You wanted to hear more.

"…Where did you get this book from?"

The sudden change of his tone snaps you out of your trance and you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. As they're situated over Chevalier's lap, the movement is near impossible to miss by your observant lover.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a gift from someone?"

Chevalier surely has a good idea or two as to who to suspect, but it seems like he's not concerned with that right now. He shifts his legs too, presumably to find a better reading position.

"Fingers get bolder, mouths clash with vigor as if to consume the other. Moan follows moan, fingers squeezing and nails biting the skin underneath; soon the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the field, domineering over the ambient sounds of the night."

It's not your intention to curl your fingers as they rest against Chevalier's biceps, but it's entirely his fault that he chose to forgo putting on a shirt while changing earlier. The temperature of the room allows, and there is nothing wrong with allowing himself more comfort in the presence of the one who has already seen him naked too many times… but you also cannot keep your hands to yourself, reminiscent of the characters in the book. Your fingertips scrape against his strong biceps, thinking that he might be deep enough into the book not to pay mind. You're wrong.

Chev makes another shift in his seat, raising a knee to prop the book against. He maneuvers you until your legs come to rest on either side of his knee, the apex of your thighs flush against the hard skin of his own thigh. It's surprisingly comfortable. And not just comfortable.

The next passage from the book is even more explicit, putting your otherwise fantastically functioning imagination to shame - not because there's this foggy filter over it (that's a given), but because you're not imagining the right things. Instead of runaway lovers sharing a forbidden tryst, it's you and Chevalier. Instead of a moonlit field, there's a bedroom.

"Mmm…" You mewl as Chevalier uses the advantage of having the book securely propped up to use his free hand on you. He snakes his way to between your thighs, squeezing the inner part - it feels like a scolding manner, a way of telling you to pay attention. But then why is his hand moving further up, until it palms your heated sex?

‘Chevalier is not going to finger me and continue reading’,you tell yourself, with a concoction of emotions swirling inside you, varying from disbelief to devious hope and everything naughty in between. The only thing separating your pussy from his calloused digits is the thin barrier of your panties, which have proved to never be a challenge for your lover on his way of wrecking your…world. A simple motion of hooking his middle finger underneath the fabric and tugging it to the side would be enough. And you know that it won’t halt his reading, too.

And that's exactly what he does, as more and more illicit words fall from his lips as if it's nothing. You feel his fingertips brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and at first it's a premise of an agonizing tease, but soon he's rubbing on it firmly and at a steady pace, with no foreseen intention to stop.

"Ahh! Ohh…"

The pleasure-fueled torture sees you curling your toes, ascending to the heights of pleasure way before the culmination that the book's characters seek. Then again, unlike any of them, you get to be worked to orgasm by Chevalier Michel.

Your legs part and momentarily go afloat in your euphoria, body arching up in Chevalier's embrace as his strong hand seeks over your writhing form, index and middle fingers burying inside you, making you rock on them before you can instinctively squirm away from too much pleasure.

Chest raising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, your ears catch the sound of the book making a thud against the tiled floor. You open your eyes just in time to cooperate with Chev who is now getting to his feet, sliding away from under you.

"Turn around and hold into the armrests."

Shivers running through your entire body, erasing the satisfaction of your recent orgasm until it's changed for a burning need for more, you comply, hiking up your skirt to your lower back, presenting yourself to Chevalier.

He sighs behind you, the sound accompanied by the so melodic for you sound of his belt unbuckling.

"While you had your attention focused elsewhere, I had finished reading out the chapter. I take it as you didn't hear the end of it."

Gods, you're not even hearing the end of his sentences when he talks to you right now, what is left for the book? You ARE focused on him right now, just not on his voice - the way he rubs the blunt head of his hard cock between your folds is rendering your unable to think straight about anything else. You didn’t expect him to be this worked up, but his firm erection make you realize you weren't the only one enjoying the naughty game you played.

"Very well then. I'll show you how it ended."

You moan his name out loud as he pushes in from behind, taking you in doggy style, similarly to what the lovers from the book did, you presume. Or maybe that's his personal preference. You couldn't know how much of it is Chevalier's own unrestricted passion and it only made things more exciting. You were in for a good and fast pounding, the poor armchair creaking under Chevalier's thrusts. If it wasn't for its weight speaking of good quality, you'd be worried about it getting absolutely destructed by the end of your lovemaking.

Chevalier groans, placing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. He slows his thrusts just to suckle on your skin until it's bruised with his love, releasing it with an audible pop and immediately kissing it better. You turn your head to meet him in a kiss, and he hisses against your lips as your walls spasm around his thick girth.

"Say my name while you're coming for me."

It's not an order, orders don't sound this honeyed, dripping with love-fueled desperation, all to see you in the throes of pleasure again so soon.

He doesn’t even have to ask.

"Che…va…lier…!"

A strong wave of pleasure runs through you like a lightning strike, making your arch your back to push against Chevalier's cock as much as your body allows to. Your head falls back, and Chevalier caresses your chin, holding it in place as he imprecisely captures your lips, moaning his own culmination against them.

You feel him erupt inside you in thick spurts, and you're wishing the last drops of pleasure weren't wrung out of you so you could lose yourself into cumming again from that sensation alone.

As sweat beads on your forehead, Chevalier releases your chin and you feel boneless. He's catching you before you can crumble under the weight of the afterglow, and collects you in his arms.

All you want is to resume your previous position from before things became not-so-innocent…it would work perfectly for post-sex cuddles. Thankfully, great minds think alike.

"Books like those are a rarity, but maybe it won't hurt if we pick them up for a reading session once in a while…"

Chevalier lets out a barely audible snort at the poorly hidden satisfaction you show with something so dirty in nature. His thumb rubs gentle circles on the palm of your hand as he holds your snuggled-up form on the armchair.

"A Valentine's day tradition?"

You hum, considering his offer. One year would be a good amount of time in your hands to put them on a good erotica… maybe with careful selecting it can be used in order to give Chevalier even wilder ideas. Will you be able to find such thing? Being direct with your desires surely is faster and more effective, but what's the fun in that… your shyness aside.

"Mhm, sounds good. Though, I guess, you can't know the contents of anything I give you to read out to me until you're actually reading it out…"

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[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

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

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

[randonauticrap]

The Loving Beast

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 1798

Author's Note ~ Here you are, anon from ages past. A Chevalier smut with a lot of fluff! I hope you're still around and that you enjoy!

Minors DNI

It was unlike Chevalier to crave such closeness during his working hours. He usually hurried himself to finish his official duties each day so that he could relax with you in the evenings. However, lately, he had been requesting your presence at all hours of the day, including those in which he sat at his desk with documents concerning border patrols, the financial situation of Rhodolite's military, and foreign relations spread out in front of him.

You had yet to ask him about this sudden change, but you knew he saw it in your eyes each time they met his cerulean ones; questioning and concerned that something was amiss. But for the fourth time this week, he wordlessly pulled you onto his lap and returned to his work, his free arm snaking around your waist and securing his hold on you. You nuzzled into his neck and dropped kisses onto his cool skin, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process. You were worried about him, but you had been his lover long enough now to understand that he would only reveal what was bothering him when he was ready, and prodding him about it would only lengthen that agonizing period of time in which you were kept in the dark.

Even so, you wanted to feel close to him today, aching to keep him near. You continued to kiss a column up and down his neck, feeling it grow hotter at your touch, nipping at the places where the skin dipped and stretched. You felt heat pool between your legs as his fingers pressed into your side, his grip corresponding with the evidence of his arousal that now prodded against your covered core.

"I didn't mean to excite you, Your Highness." You giggled, squirming in his lap teasingly until he dropped his pen and used it to grip the other side of your waist, grinding you down against his swiftly hardening length. "Ohhh," you moaned loudly, your lower lips twitching in response to the pressure.

"You know how I despise when you lie to me, simpleton." He grunted, gripping your rear and hauling it into the air, only to bring you forcefully back down onto his clothed cock.

"Oh! Chevalier!" You cried, your voice needy and full of lust. "Please."

"Tell me what you need." He rasped. He worked at the buttons on the back of your dress and raked his fingernails down your spine, awaiting further instruction. Each inch of skin he touched had goosebumps erupting in his wake and you whined, your eyes falling closed. You were so lost in the sensation that you missed one of his hands leaving your back and snaking up the bottom of your dress.

Smack!

"Ah!" Your eyes ripped open and your walls clenched around nothing when the palm of his hand found its mark on your ass cheek.

"Tell me...what you need." He growled, his blue eyes darkening and swirling with the carnal blackness of desire.

"I need..." You shuddered as he took one of your nipples between his teeth gently while you spoke. "Mmm you." You murmured, threading your fingers into his silky blond locks.

"Where do you need me?" He whispered against your hardened peak and you shivered again.

"P-please, take m-me, Chevalier. I need you inside me." That was all the confirmation he needed. He hoisted you up by the ass and stood, walking you only a few steps over to where the couch in the faction office sat where he plopped you down unceremoniously before turning his sharp focus to your pesky clothing once again. He unlaced and unbuttoned with incredible skill and speed, and was soon peeling each layer from your heated body and discarding it in the floor. After your chemise floated to the ground in a billowy wisp, Chevalier's mouth was on you. Everywhere.

His fingers worked in tandem with his mouth, so well that you lost the ability to distinguish between the two. He flicked your nipples, licking and kissing them afterward to be sure they were fully lavished before working his way lower, creating a trail of venereal heat that traveled the length of your body, with him at its very center. Once he reached your leaking core, he smirked, a beast-like aura emanating from him. "Shall I taste you, my simpleton?"

"Yeees," you mewled. "Chevalier, please!"

"Mmm." He mused as he took hold of the undersides of your thighs and dragged your center to him. "Still so very polite this afternoon. I'll have to remedy that." Without another word, he plunged his tongue deep between your folds and began to lap at your clit mercilessly, sucking every few seconds to insure that every drop of your arousal landed on his taste buds, drinking you in as though your slick was his only vice. You thrashed above him, the feeling of his mouth on you nearly too much to bear, the heat crawling up from your core into your stomach, which twisted in the most delicious knots when Chevalier reached that perfect spot again and again. You rolled your hips on to his tongue and moaned his name as your orgasm rippled through you with the force of a tidal wave.

Panting, you slowly came down from your high, and once your vision cleared, you were met with your lover's eyes and a kiss that tasted like you. "Surely you are not tired yet?" Chevalier grinned wickedly. You hummed and let your hands come up to appreciate your lover's beautifully sculpted body, gliding them from his broad, muscular shoulders to his titillating pecs, where you graciously massaged his nipples before letting your hands descend to his lean stomach, tracing each and every dip between the muscles of his abdomen, then sliding them down, down, until you reached his clothed cock. "You missed something, my dear lover." You mused, snapping the elastic of his briefs, eliciting a deep and guttural growl from the beast's throat.

"I reserve the privilege for you." He replied with a smile that could bring any woman to her knees. You were thankful, and perhaps a little proud, that you were the only one to ever be graced with it.

"May the pleasure be all mine, then." You said, the same daring dance of a tone in your voice. And Lord, was the pleasure yours indeed as you slid his briefs down and his stiffened member bounced free of its restraints. You moaned at the sight of it, never quite able to believe how blessed Chevalier was, and took the head into your mouth almost immediately, sucking on it and swirling his precum around on your tongue as you prepared him for your wet heat. Your lover bucked his hips and hissed above you, trying desperately to remain in control of himself. But after only moments of your devout ministrations did he growl and take hold of your hair in his fist, pulling you off of his shaft with a lewd pop! before pushing you to lay back on the couch. He crawled on top of you and settled between your legs, dipping his long, slender fingers into you to make sure you were ready for him before filling you to the hilt with his cock.

You gasped as he entered you, the pain mixing with an exquisite heady pleasure. He stretched you open, teasing your swollen clit with his fingers until he was fully sheathed inside of you. "Chevalieeer," you whined, throwing your head back onto the arm of the couch.

"Mmm that is much better." He muttered, his eyes fixated on yours as he started moving. "Ungh," he grunted as he sped up his pace.

"Oh.." You moaned and gripped his shoulders for support as he snapped his hips into yours, pounding his cock into your squelching pussy until you were both on the edge. "Please, Chevalier!" You begged.

"Please, what?" He commanded, denying you what you needed most.

"Please cum in me!" You cried and a dark possessiveness came over the beast above you. He squeezed one of your breasts in one hand, while his other was occupied by your leaking slit. Bringing his mouth down to claim yours, he rutted into you while your cunt gripped him, so close to orgasm that you thought you'd lose your mind if your release didn't come soon.

"Cum while I'm inside of you, treasure." He growled, and if the coiling tension in your core wasn't what unhinged you, the endearment he had just bestowed upon you was enough to have you screaming his name as you came. The grip your walls had on his cock pushed him over the edge with you, and you both collapsed into a nova of ecstasy, riding out your highs together.

Once your breathing evened out, Chevalier lowered himself down on top of you gingerly and wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head down between your breasts. He remained inside of you, not ready to part from you just yet. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming softly as you played with the soft silken strands, Chevalier's gentle breaths puffing against your sensitive nipple as he relaxed into your hold.

"I will be going in to battle soon." He said abruptly, and you looked down at him, your hands freezing in their tracks.

"How bad?" You asked. It was unlike Chevalier to be bothered by battle or conflict of any kind, and your mind raced with the worst possibilities.

"Quit thinking." He admonished, propping himself up on an elbow so he could prod your forehead with his finger.

"Ow." You muttered, rubbing the spot as be settled onto your chest again. "I can't help but think. You don't really ever make a big deal out of skirmishes."

"Who said I was making any sort of deal?" He retorted with an exasperated sigh.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how much more often I'm called to your office."

"Does it bother you?"

"No. And yes. But it mostly bothers me because I'm worried."

"Well it is nothing for you to be concerned with. I will merely be gone longer than usual."

"How long?"

"Several weeks."

"Weeks?" You gulped, your hold tightening on the brutal beast in your arms, as though he was already asking you to let him go. "So you're spending more time with me for my sake?"

"Yes. And no. I also have a much more selfish reason."

"What is it?"

"It is foolish."

"What is it, Chevalier?" He sighed again, turning his face up to look you in the eyes.

"I... I will miss you." Warmth bloomed in every corner of your heart as his words sunk in.

"Oh, Chevalier." You murmured, leaning down to press your lips reverently onto his. "I'll miss you too."

~

Tags for the lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @ikehoe @rhodolitesroseforclavis @queengiuliettafirstlady

[voltage-vixen]

‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird    >Ikemen Prince    >Ikemen Vampire    >Ikemen Sengoku    >Ikemen Revolution Genius    >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage    >Ayakashi Romance Reborn    >Court of Darkness    >Destind: Mr. Almost Right    >Kings of Paradise    >Oops! I Said Yes?!    >Star-Crossed Myth

 A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC  @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC  @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader  @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader  @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are:  Shizuki x MC  @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC  @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC  @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader  @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping  @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC  @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping  🎨    @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC  @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨   @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC  @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader  @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨  @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance:  Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma  @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing  @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader  @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC   @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC   @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC   @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba  @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler  @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC  @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader  @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC   @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice  @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC  @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader   @xxsycamore

[dreamofjoys]

DAY 5 — Man handling

Characters: Danfeng (HSR), Chevalier (IKEPRI)

C/W: afab/fem reader, manhandling

Please read my main masterlist post before proceeding

Kinktober Masterlist

♡ Danfeng (HSR) ♡

"You are always so easy to please, my dear." Danfeng's hand trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and lower to your womanhood. His skilled fingers rubbing circles on your small bud, stimulating and edging you at the same time - as he denies you of giving what you want to you. "Please put it inside me already..." You begged your lover, lifting your hips up to grind yourself on his hand. "Since you asked so nicely, I shall give you a treat." In an instant, you found yourself being flipped over on your stomach as Danfeng's cock enters your pussy from behind. You let out a loud moan as his cock hits on your g-spot with dead accuracy, making your whole body shutter in delight. "Hmm... if I remember correctly, you were able to moan louder in this position." You were flipped back to your previous position again, baring your naked body to your lover. Danfeng maneuver your legs, pushing your knees up to touch your breast as he resumes back to his relentless fucking. The rest of the night was spent with Danfeng manhandling your body to his liking just so that you can scream his name the loudest.

♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI) ♡

“I recall that you prefer something that is harder and more intense.” Chevalier smirks, pulling your body down by your waist as his cock enters and hits your pussy like a truck. Your legs shook at the sudden pleasure, a scandalous moan escapes from your lips as Chevalier lifts up both of your legs to rest them on his shoulders, opening your insides bigger so that he can drill his cock further into your pussy. A tear escapes from your eye as you let out a choked sob, your body instinctively turns away from the overwhelming pleasure but Chevalier was quick to pin you down by your waist to prevent you from escaping.

“O-oh Chevalier, I-it’s too much-“

“I know, Simpleton.”

Chevalier was quick to pull out. His hands that were gripping on your waist lifts you up so that you were no longer lying on the bed. He removed your legs that were on his shoulders and positioned you in a way that you were wrapping your legs on his waist with his hands on your back supporting you. Feeling dazed and confused, you tilt your head slightly, beckoning your lover to tell you what’s on his mind. Chevalier however makes no respond to your queries. He simply slides his shaft back inside you, fucking you in an upright position. “Oh my god!” You screamed at the new position that you were fucked at. Chevalier smirks and lean forward to capture your lips in his, drowning out your moans and screams. He loves it when you make noises like this.

[omkookie]

⌕:IKEMEN PRINCE UNIT

⌕ : RIO'S VERY OWN LIBRARY. ෆ

YANDERE

Yandere Gilbert HCs

You're finally his / GILBERT

I won't let any man except me be close to you / Gilbert

Make you mine. / Gilbert

Yandere Silvio HCs

Yandere Gilbert / NONCON ⚠️

Are you going to have dinner alone? / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Someone flirts with their darling / Silvio, Clavis, Nokto, Luke

Yandere Licht

I'll show you how much I love you / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Where has he done wrong? / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

It will just take some time now / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

Kinda SFW

Chevalier adopts a child

You fight a raccoon / Rio, Gilbert, Keith

Vengeance / Gilbert, Chevalier x MC

Jealous Keiths

Queen Michel

⌕ : Seriel's misery masterlist

ANGST

Belle gets badly hurt + Leon's faction

Belle gets badly hurt + Chevalier's faction

SMUT

threesome with Keith Silvo and Gilbert

gilbert and keith thirst

No one will ever love you like your brother /Chevalier, Gilbert

Good boys cum / Keith

Pussy hungry Silvio

catboy Silvio

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Announcement

Hello everyone I'm finishing up with my finals in a few days and I have decided to finally freaking finish some of the shit I've been writing.

I will first FINALLY give you the last two chapters of The Obsidianite jewel so if you want to reread it now's the time ;)

Then I will focus on finishing Mortal, the Suguru x reader fic.

After that, I'll start writing more independent short fics while also continuing The Dark Prince's Love.

Sorry I'm so slow :(

Best,

Me

[janumun]

A Seduction of Roses - Ikemen Prince

General NSFW Headcanons (Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Rated: NSFW/18+

Tags: overstimulation, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, face fucking, lap sex, praising, facial, size difference

Author’s Notes: My very late, but promised, foray into the IkePri tag. As is my almost tradition at this point, here are some general NSFW headcanons for three of my favourite beast princes: Chevalier Michel, Clavis Lelouch and Jin Grandet.

Your voice is a balm; and Chevalier’s favourite medium of consuming romantic fairy tales.

When your Prince settles his head into your lap; a wordless cant of those frigid, cerulean eyes finding yours is your only hint to begin your story. And you do, for as long as he listens. Storytelling, being also one of his ideal times to pick; to tease stimulation out of you. Gloved fingers trekking a languorous path across your hip, up your waist. Slipping onto your jaw, and then to trace plump, slick lips you wet, out of frustration over his behaviour. “Continue. How did this king of yours kiss his woman?”

As if you could with the way he’s rising now, to meet your gaze. The edge of his mouth’s curling up at the flush you know he’s aware of, burning across your cheeks. Large hands are hiking your skirts before you can turn any brighter underneath the heat of his gaze, stealing into the space of your thighs to drag at your arousal. Swiping the book, forgotten, out of your slackened grip before his mouth’s firm against yours and his dexterous tongue is soaking your moans right against it.

If you’re feeling particularly naïve (or in the mood to take certain risks) and take Clavis on his word, to help Prince Chevalier rise easier in the mornings. And happen to follow his ‘well-meaning’ advice, approach Chevalier and call for him on a soft Chev...

The name’s almost soft, gentle as it slips off your tongue, you think you like how it feels within your mouth. Smiling at the yet, unmoving form of him bundled under the sheets — as if that would’ve really worked. Moving to withdraw his covers before a hand’s lunging out of the thick darkness; long, tapered fingers curling about your wrist. And before you can so much as attempt surprise, you’re being dragged into bed. Your sense and position, upended, as you find yourself underneath the intense scrutiny of a cool, cerulean gaze. Sharper than what you’ve come to expect when Chevalier’s just woken up. Trekking a slow thumb across your lower lip, until you part for him, “What did you say?” He prompts, voice low and thick, an almost purr, of a great, wild beast. And with an ominous, rising tide within, you know he knows and heard you.

All protests rendered unheard as Chevalier reaches to tear open your shirt, scattering buttons across the coverlet and proceeds to flush your mind of all thoughts, for the next several hours, hard and deep, you’re barely able to pronounce his name at all.

Chevalier’s endurance and vigor are almost infinite. There’s quite no other feature of him that speaks as accurate of his inhumane abilities, as the wreckage he makes of your body, night after night.

The slap of his pelvis against your swollen, leaking center is barely slowing to a halt; quick. shallow thrusts that have you flinching from the overstimulation, just as the last spurts of his release warm their space into you. Beautiful, strong digits reaching to scoop your wearied body up by your waist, to grind himself against you. “What’s the matter, simpleton?” His mouth slicks a gentle path across your shoulders, your neck and when you tip your head back for his kiss...

Sweeping his tongue into your mouth to kiss you full and thorough. Hands heavy upon the flare of your hips as he starts to move once more, and you realize, with some shock, that he’s still so incredibly hard within you. Moaning out your surrender against his mouth, just as his lips slip away from you to worry the flesh of your ear in between his teeth. “Do not pass out just yet, not after all your grand proclamations of keeping me company.”

You know full well how Clavis adores your legs...

When they are clamped tight about the hand slotted firm in between your legs; gloved fingers drumming across the increasingly slick arousal that seeps from you. Humming in delight with each tapered moan he cajoles through quivering lips, and smiles, to see just how truly lovely Belle is, in her fall from grace.

And yet, so very mesmerizing; the quiver of your thighs, locked about his face when you sink yourself — such a pretty shade down there — onto his wet, welcoming grin. A wonderful Belle; so delightful. Raises and falls, trembles and grinds, to her heart’s pleasure, and Clavis lets her do as she pleases, beautiful, sweet thing that she is.

Or, when you’re swaddled pretty in a cool, amethyst gown; the hem of it swirls patterns just right across your ankles. Teasing at a hint of skin just above, hidden from sight. So very beautiful he tucks in a mental note to specifically verify the quality of that lovely dress, later in private. When he pulls it off of you.

Speaking of Clavis’ expertise in stealing you right out of your clothes, he does so, whenever, wherever the mood strikes him. Be it...

Open balconies; set across the balustrade, arms firm around you as you sink into him. Mischievous fingers rolling over and pinching at places that make you squirm and whine, on purpose. Even as he feigns shock at your sounds, an utter farce with how you see that unbothered grin stretching wide across his face. “My, Belle, you could turn in a willing audience if you keep singing like that.” Brilliant laughter warming a space against your clavicle, “Oh, don’t look so peeved, sweetheart. It only serves to turn me on more.”

Tease though your Prince may be, but no one’s quite an expert at having others dance to his whims, than Clavis. And your strings, the very right, terrible ones to pull, he discovers very early on during the course of your relationship.

His fond admiration is a beautiful, lovely sound; commingled in with soft laughter that burns you fiercer with each rock of your hips against his pelvis. Gloved hands curving across the shell of your hips, to squeeze in admiration, slipping further down the length of stockinged thighs, encouraging in press-release motions. “That’s it, darling. Haha, look at you, so very red.” Denting a thumb into your cheek, caressing down the line of your face. “Squeeze now, love, with all you’ve got. Ha, just like that.”

You’d be hard pressed to name a time Jin does not find it appropriate (inappropriate!) to settle those large hands about the curve of your breasts and just hold, if not squeeze. Letting the pleasant give of them ease his worries and harden his cock.

It's only when stringent boundaries are set (“Jin, not in public!”) that he tries and amends his terrible, terrible ways. Seeking to earn his fill, doubly so, in private moments when he edges his cock in between the soft space of your breasts as you hold them close for him. Torturing him to his wit’s end when you begin your slide down — and then up — the length of him. Groaning out loud, his grin’s wide and flushed. Large fingers sinking into your hair when your tongue flicks a path across his cock head and he erupts; onto your lovely chest, your mouth, your cheeks.

Half-hard, almost in an instant to see that pink tongue swipe a taste of him into your mouth.

Jin’s handling of you is incredibly gentle. His sex is filthy, but it’s also loving and adoring, always so careful of your comfort. Even when he’s ramming into you so hard, so fast, you’re seeing pleasurable stars beneath your lids.

Limbs folded up over the sturdy expanse of his forearms, body pressed into the window as he fucks up and into you, back skidding pleasant against the cool, glass surface behind. Your mind almost worries the two of you might end up breaking glass, until the sudden, hard stretch of Jin inside scatters your thoughts once more.

And after a night of ardent love-making, he always adores the sight of waking up to your sweet, disheveled face, still and peaceful in slumber.

Tucking a kiss onto your forehead before he presses you closer and into his embrace. Enfolding you in, naked bodies pressed up in a comforting line; your scent is within his lungs, as it shepherds him back into his own content slumber.

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[toloveawarlord]

♥ Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Fem!Reader

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 16: Window/Balcony

♥ Warnings: smut; semi-public;

♥ wc: 1k

There was something magical about the moonlight shimmering on the ocean surface as the waves lapped against the shore in the distance. Since coming to Benitoite, you had grown more and more attached to this view. You leaned against the railing on the balcony taking in a deep breath of the oceanic air.

"I see the gift I got you fits you well."

Your body clad in a beautiful pale yellow, sheer robe that only served as a clear curtain over your skin. A scandalously thin piece of expensive clothing, leaving your undergarments the only decency available. Chevalier had it made to his specifications some time again, but never found the opportune time to gift it to you.

A trip to the seaside nation seemed reasonable enough.

You turned on your heel, spinning in a circle to show it off. "It's absolutely beautiful! I adore this material and it's perfect to wear in this warm weather." Bare feet padded on the balcony as you bounded over to Chevalier. Rising up on your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thank you for the gift."

"There's no reason to thank me," he replied, brushing off the gesture as he usually did. Chevalier had learned a lot since meeting you, falling in love with you, but the gift wasn't extravagant, or exorbitantly expensive. "It's an apology for making you wait long days here in the palace."

"I don't mind. Its design is so different from Rhodolite’s, and I've quite enjoyed wandering around and admiring the architecture and art." You had spent a whole day observing columns and archways alone, no matter the odd stares of the staff and nobles. Landing in your own fairy tale had given you the opportunity to experience life that you'd only read about in books.

Chevalier cracked a smirk at your admission. At the very least, no one would attempt to snatch up the weirdo gawking at the structure. "An odd choice, but I've come to expect odd from you." You were blown away by the simplest of things, admiring parts of life that Chevalier wouldn't have batted an eye at.

You turned your head away in a huff, bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "I am not odd!"

With your attention elsewhere, Chevalier's gaze fell to your body. It suited you, the color, the fit. He'd had a day filled with imbeciles and returning to this brought out his beast. "No more speaking." His arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you back until the railing of the balcony stopped you.

Your lips were soft, mouth parted as he took a less than gentle kiss. His tongue slipped in, tasting the sweetness of the pastry you had been snacking on before his arrival.

Chevalier prided himself on making your knees weak with only his mouth. You succumbed to him each and every time. The second prince wasn't a gentleman, replaced by the beast of passion that you'd brought out of him.

He'd never cared for physical touch before.

Now, he craved you.

It had interfered with his work more than once. Completely your fault, and he punished you for it accordingly.

You held onto his coat, thankful for his strong arm around your waist to keep you standing. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Chevalier learned quickly what made you weak and needy for him, and pounced without restraint, drowning you in pleasure.

"Turn around," he said, guiding you as he spoke. It wasn't a hard task to discover all your sensitive spots. Like this one, on the crook of your neck. Chevalier bit into the skin lightly, causing you to gasp, and then soothing the spot with his tongue.

The metal railing was cool in your fist, aiding only a little to keep you upright. His kisses on your neck distracted you from his hands at work, until the material of your panties slid down to your ankles. "Chev-"

"Do not allow the whole of the palace to hear what is only for my ears, understand?"

You certainly did, but it hardly stopped you from giving a strangled cry when the tip of his cock stretched your entrance. But he didn't advance further, instead withdrawing and simply rubbing his length between your folds, gathering the slickness. The lost feeling of him inside you, albeit only a little, left you desperate.

Chevalier chuckled at how quickly your head swiveled around to look at him. How little it took to make you have such a dirty, needy expression. "Be patient, flower. I promise we've only just started." He prodded your entrance again, sinking in painfully slow.

By the time he filled you completely, you were shaking with desire. Your body cried out to be ravaged by your lover. Chevalier had never disappointed in bed, no matter how clumsy he was at first. His confidence only grew, bringing you pleasure of heights you'd never known.

Your stomach pressed into the railing, arms failing you when Chevalier began to thrust, building up his speed each time he pulled back. The wind blowing in a salty breeze felt good on your heated face, carrying away your voice toward the open sea.

Anyone walking below in the vast courtyard would be able to catch a glimpse of the two of you, illuminated in a blanket of silver moonlight. Trying to remain quiet was ill forgotten when you reached your peak. Chevalier's fingers deftly rubbing against your clit as he drove his cock into your dripping pussy.

You were still quite dizzy when Chevalier's shaft left you. He lifted you up into his arms, huffing with a head shake. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" He headed for the luxurious bedroom that had been given to the two of you for your stay. "Well, I suppose it cannot be helped. Be as loud as you wish within these walls."

He took you over and over on the large bed, making you cry out his name until the early morning light.

[thewitchofbooks]

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Chevalier Michel

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, nsfw, fluff, unprotected sex, bad English

AN: This is my gift for @chaosangel767 ! An amazing person and writer that I met through the ikeseries fandoms and it was a pleasure to write this for you🥺 You inspire me a lot and you know how much I love your ocs and their stories 💞. A big thank you for holding the gift exchange to @aquagirl1978 , who is also a great writer! And thank you to everyone who is patient with me! I hope you enjoy~ (also tagging @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange )

"Of Roses and Stars" Chevalier Michel x Fem. Reader

By the time you noticed how late it was, the sky was dressed in its veil of blue and black and its accessories of thin, delicate gold that were designed by the countless stars. The room was quiet, except for the slight breeze that hummed serenades across your ears, and the harsh breathing of your lover, who held you snug to his naked body. The summer's heat was nowhere to be found, as a different kind of warmth erupted in your stomach, as if it was a volcano.

Just for a second, you closed your heavy eyelids, almost missing the light reflected in his deep sea blue eyes that were staring at your face for any detail he might have neglected before. The little things about you that he wanted imprinted in his memory forever, since he cherished you the most. 

You moaned softly as his big hands roughly cupped your breast and his heavy tongue flattened on each of your nipples. You welcomed the hotness and thrashed in his arms, trying to get all the friction you could, but to no avail. His grip was so strong, yet clumsy, that you would call yourself lucky if you could move at all the next morning. 

Everything about the moment was beautiful. His rose scent that lingered on his muscular body, tempting you in places unknown, well hidden from the world. His handsome face, that you could put your hand through fire and swear it was a gift from God and his hard cock, that fitted inside you perfectly, filling you to the brim. His every touch was like a bite of the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden and you couldn't get enough.

".....Thank you, sir" You groaned out and pushed your face between his neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys that bloomed like the flowers in the garden. Chevalier snorted and thrusted upwards, making you bounce on his lap and open your lips in a silent scream. It wasn't the first time he overstimulated you, but it always left you too sensitive to cross a word.

"........" His silence was comforting and you were luxuriating in it. His hips snapped up again, before he found a rhythm you enjoyed the most and continued in that pace. He was fast and unforgiving, giving you trouble breathing through your nose, but he didn't stop at that. His lips captured yours in an awkward, sloppy kiss, which turned you into a mess of clenching and unclenching on his erection.

"King….Chevalier, ah"

"If you have something to say, just say it already" Your eyes widened when you heard him and right after, you sensed his thick fingers traveling to your slit and rubbing around the edges that covered his dick.

"But you can't speak now, can you?" A haughty smirk adorned his face when he noticed the desperation in yours. His thumb went straight to your clit and he rubbed circles on it, forcing you to climax loudly. His other arm was wrapped around your middle, keeping you in place on his legs, so you won't slide down. 

The smell of sex after many rounds, and the soap you both used during your bath hours ago, sent you into overdrive and you desperately clinged on him, your juices flowing down your thighs and onto his already wet cock. 

Chevalier slowly stood up from the armchair, never letting go of your now weak body, as he made his way to the bed. When your body hit the cloud-like mattress, your breathing slowed down and you fell asleep. The king kissed your forehead awkwardly, letting his love flow through actions instead of words that he didn't usually speak. His love for you was intense and he felt like he could share with you anything. Your hopes, your desire, your fears, anything as long as you stayed by his side. 

".......Imbecile" He smiled gently and let sleep take over him too, at last.

The End~

[lordsisterxotome]

Begging for Mercy, Begging for More (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,370

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Prince or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Author’s Note: First fic for Ikeprince, whoo!! I’m about halfway through Chevalier’s route so I’m sorry if there are any inconsistencies in terms of plot or character. Anyway! Let’s go day 7 of @xxsycamore​’s Visions of Temptation event💕

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       Bringing his hand to your lips, you pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles, smiling as a sensation akin to being washed in the warm light of a fireplace fell over you. Peering up at your lover from beneath your lashes, your smile grew, joyful and teasing. Chevalier met your smile with one of his own, lips curling in a gesture equally mischievous and more than a little seductive.

       “I want everything you can give me, my love,” you answered in reply to the question he’d just asked you.

       “I might hurt you,” he’d said, pale gaze unreadable as you drew him back with you onto the bed, guiding him between your legs. “Are you sure you want that?”

       Silly man. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, diplomacy and the demands of ruling tearing him away from you yet again, and he expected you to want him to go easy on you? After long nights of trying and failing to pleasure yourself with the sad substitute that was your fingers he thought you wanted him to take it slow?

       Absolutely not.

       You knew he’d suffered just as much as you had, that the beast was there, waiting patiently just beneath the surface, ready to ravage you to within an inch of your life. And that was all you wanted right now - for your lover to reaffirm his claim to your body and fuck you until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were raw and stupid on his cock.

       You sighed, eyes fluttering, as Chevalier’s hands smoothed up your thighs, lifting your skirts and exposing your bare cunt to his ravenous gaze. He hummed appraisingly as he slid a finger through your heat, gathering your wetness on the digit. “Were you expecting this? I didn’t think anyone was aware I’d be returning today.” Ice blue eyes flicked up to your face, fire swirling in their depths. “Is this for someone else?”

       “N-ah!” Your denial cut off in a yelp as he plunged a finger inside of you, rubbing ruthlessly at your inner walls.

       “What was that?” His breath fanned across your face as he chuckled, pushing your knee to the side so you lay splayed and exposed for him. “Have I been gone so long that you’ve forgotten who you belong to?”

       “N-Never, Chevalier…” You could barely put the words together, so focused on the appendage making a mess of your weeping core. 

       He pulled away, leaving you lying there with your heart pounding and thighs trembling, to drop his cloak and mantle to the floor with a muffled thud. “If you like what you’re wearing I would suggest taking it off quickly.” His hands moved to undo the buttons of his shirt, the slight fumble in his movements betraying his excitement as a sharp smirk crossed his face. “That is unless you want me to tear it off of you.” 

       You nearly tore the laces of your dress yourself in your haste to do as he said, but still, your corset wasn’t so lucky, ripped away by your very impatient and now naked lover. Gasping as the unfortunate bindings snapped under his wrath, you hadn’t the time to pay anymore attention to the destroyed article as your legs were pried open and hard cock pressed against your entrance. You had just enough time to glance down, to see the swollen mass of Chevalier’s manhood and wonder how it had ever fit inside of you, before it slid home with a sharp squelch, your walls forced to accommodate the sudden intrusion. 

       Throwing your head back with a scream, you grasped at his shoulders as he began to pound into you, unwilling to wait a second longer. You knew he’d be rough, had encouraged it, but god, how you’d forgotten how this man could absolutely rail you into the mattress. Chevalier’s love was fast and claiming, leaving you winded with barely a clue as to what had just happened. 

       His lips were hot on your throat and face, showering you in kisses and leaving love bites where he saw fit. The marks he’d left before departing had long since faded, and while logically he knew they would, something about seeing them gone from your skin sparked an irrational annoyance in his heart.

       “Look at me,” he murmured, catching your chin and forcing your lust-blurred eyes to focus on him. “Watch me as I make you mine.” Reaching up to grip the headboard above you, he pulled back only to ram into you harder, driving the tip of his cock against your cervix. It would be nothing short of a miracle if you could walk after this.

       Your nails dragged down his back as he plowed you, caught between begging for mercy and begging for more. His name left your lips like a prayer with each forward drive into your depths, eagerly accepting his kiss as his mouth claimed yours in a passionate tangle of tongues. 

       His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the erotic sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and the clap of skin against skin most likely audible to anyone close by. If they didn’t know Chevalier had found you before, they certainly did now as he grasped your thighs and pinned your knees against your chest. A scream of his name tore from your lips as the new position churned your insides, imprinting the shape of his dick into your walls. The pain of each thrust against your cervix only amplified the pleasure, leaving you a mess in his arms.

       Tears of pleasure escaped to wet your temples, breath stolen away with each unrelenting kiss he bestowed upon you. All the false cruelty from before had melted away, leaving a rare vulnerable expression on Chevalier’s face, his cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. In the clarity of passion, you knew that each roll of his hips was a silent ‘I love you,’ begging you to give him every piece of yourself.

       He’d missed you so much. Missed the way you felt, the way your pussy hugged his cock, the way you looked at him, all the love and lust you possessed for him and him alone. He couldn't go for so long without you again. He was sure it would kill him - or he would kill someone else - if he did. More than anything, he needed to make you cum, needed to feel you clamp down on him and watch you make that lovely face for him as he drove you to completion.

       A slight shift and the angle of his thrusts changed, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each grind. 

       Your eyes flew open wide, back arching as you scrabbled for control, the ragged edge of your orgasm teasing every nerve in your body. “Chev, I’m - ah! - I’m close!”

       “Me too,” he grunted, lips brushing yours as he leaned down. His hand cupped your cheek, the movement so tender compared to the rough way he was making love to you. “Cum, darling. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to stand it. Cum for me.”

       It was too much. Your orgasm crashed through you on a scream, your cunt fluttering as you gushed around the cock still plunging in and out of you. A few heartbeats later and you gasped, whining, as hot pulses of Chevalier’s release painted your walls white, your oversensitive cunt sucking up all he had to give.

       Gently releasing your legs, he didn’t remove himself from you, instead settling onto his forearms to hover above you. “I missed you,” he panted, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

       Closing your eyes, you held his hand to your face, unable to help the wide grin that stole over your face as you answered, “I missed you too.”

       You were still panting, still sensitive to the cum seeping out around the cock buried inside of you, when he rose up once again. Your king still eager to reclaim you, and you had no desire to stop him. All you could do was hang on to him for the ride as he started thrusting into you again, fucking his seed back into you.