#chevalier smut

[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.

[saturnville]

Superstar (A Playback Interlude) | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: A wife yearns deeply for her husband in a way she'd never done before. Warnings: Painful yearning. WC: 943 AN: Love the High Note. Love Kelvin's face. Love Weruche's face. Voila. This is one of my new favorite pieces. I truly hope you enjoyed. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are nice, but reblogs and comments are encouraged!

Tags: @kirayuki22 @greedyjudge2 @notapradagurl7 @irishmanwhore @honeytoffee @theogbadbitch @jazziejax @kumkaniudaku

Quiet. It was disturbingly quiet. The type of silence that was so disruptive that it would hinder her sleep. The kind that made her hyperaware of his absence. No heavy footsteps to detect what room he walked out of, and the next he entered. 

The bedroom felt hollow. Empty. The bed was too big, the windows were too small, and the atmosphere was like a gloomy February morning where hovering nimbus clouds signified an impending doom of their home being attacked by heavy droplets of rain. Her body shifted as if making space for him on the king-sized mattress that seemed to swallow her whole. 

A strong and unwavering frown settled upon her lips. Her long arms stretched across the bed as she ran her fingertips over the crinkles and wrinkles of the white cotton, rough and empty beneath her touch. With a soft grunt, she fell backward and turned her head to the right, her nose buried in his pillow. She inhaled deeply, relishing the last traces of his faded cologne. 

It was husky and warm, like him. The perfect balance of musk and sweetness made her eyes roll every time the delicious scent passed her nose. She exhaled sharply, trying to return to center after orbiting the universe with her lover who had skyrocketed to another galaxy. 

His voice, low and full of kindness, replayed in her mind like a broken record. Her body shuddered as she felt the ghost of his lips against the shell of her ear, his tongue tracing the inner lobe as he whispered “I love you” as they made love into the early hours of the morning. 

She missed him. The weight of her yearning sat deep in her chest—unrelenting. She didn’t think she was capable of feeling it. She didn't know her heart was wired to produce such a deep desire to be at one with someone else.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to keep the growing tears tucked behind an eyeliner-clad waterline.

Everywhere she turned, he was there—the journal on the nightstand, an intention gift from him. It was wrapped in a beautiful satin bow, with her initials pressed into the leather in strong gold lettering. SSJC. A new era deserves a fresh start, baby, he told her when she looked at him with glassy eyes, questioning what the gift was for. So intentional, he was, having incorporated a pack of stainless steel pens in gold to match. A songwriter needs the right tools, and these felt like you. Her fingertip traced the notebook, flipping it open to see the small note he left on the inside. Write without fear, beloved.

Her fingers twisted her—his—shirt. She brought the collar to her nose and inhaled. She fell asleep in it without thinking, swaddled in the presence of him. Music played softly in the background, but with every riff and cry of the guitar string, it was him—the soft hum of his voice and rumble of his tenor. 

Her body remembered him; his warmth pressed into her back as he pressed her into the mattress. The slow, lazy way he’d brush his lips along her shoulder to wake her up in the morning before pulling her closer. 

Again, her hands clawed at the bed to grab cold sheets. He wasn’t here. The loneliness was palpable, suffocating. She felt like she was stuck in an elevator with inoperable doors. Stuck by herself with no one around. 

She wanted to call. She needed to hear his voice, even if it was just for a moment. But if she did, she might break. Go into a frenzy of packing a bag and hopping on the earliest red eye she could catch. But she knew she shouldn’t. It was his moment. He deserved to experience it fully. She’d be at home waiting. At home. Waiting. 

The dam burst. Tears rushed down her face like a waterfall. Frustration filled her body like a disease—frustration for becoming so used to being in his presence that becoming independent of him was an overwhelming experience. A longing so deep that it threatened to pull her under. Pull her deep into an abyss she was willing to drown in. Drown in him, she’d do it, she indeed would. 

She sang under her breath, an old song. Their song. The same way he used to hum when he thought she wasn’t listening. The same hum that lulled her to sleep during the longest of nights and most treacherous days. The same hum that captured her attention all that time ago in the studio. The same hum that stilled her mind and silenced the storm inside of her soul. 

She grabbed her phone, hands shaking, thumbs hovering over his content. She didn’t press call. Her thumbs rushed to type I miss you. She stared at it. Deleted it. Rewrote it. Deleted it again. Smaestro with a pen, an expert at her craft—yet, words had escaped her like a bandit feeling the scene. 

Only one message seemed fitting. His name. David. 

When he responded immediately—“I know, baby. I miss you too.”—she felt the first bit of air return to her lungs after having been breathless for what seemed to be a lifetime. 

She aggressively wiped her tears away, almost angry with herself for feeling his absence so profoundly. But, wasn’t that love? The kind that made you ache, even when you knew they’d come back? Her husband, lover, and friend wouldn’t return for six weeks. Her heart yearned to be with him again. 

He sent another message. Smile, Sybelle. I’ll be home soon. I love you forever, baby.

[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)

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♡ 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

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[worfi]

Untitled Written Work

Chevalier Michel x Reader

Mdni, 18+, smut, female bodied reader (reader is MC—but no name is used). Established Relationship.

Word count: 1,940...ish

Contains sexual content. Penetrative sex. Maybe some other stuff. Have I said it enough times? Are you warned? This is a bit new to me so I don't know exactly how to warn you. Reader is a needy brat. And a bottom. And there's for sure some kind of kink for being ignored in here too but even I don't know what that's called.

"Chev," you said, putting your hand on the table. "My lips are dry." How creative you were, and how straightforward. Chev being Chev, he would pick up on this, right? There was no way a genius like your fiance couldn't tell you were hitting on him. You didn't have much experience, but this must scream 'kiss me', right?

Chev flipped a page of his book without looking up at you. He was leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, fully immersed in what he was reading. "There's a balm in the desk near the door."

...Okay, so maybe a bit more than that. You weren't experienced in flirting. If he had looked up, and seen that your lips weren't actually dry... Ah, but it was fine. You could try something else. You went to the desk and pulled open the drawer, finding lip balm like he said. You brought it back over to him, and asked, "Can you help me put it on?"

"You're perfectly capable."

"But I want you to do it," you tried to get your point across with the inflection.

Chev held out his hand to receive the balm. You gave it to him, and seeing an opening slid naturally onto his lap. He always wore so many layers, it was a bother for things like this. Oh well. You parted your lips into an O, and he finally looked at you. He didn't put down his book, but he used the pointer of his other hand to rub the rose scented oil into your lips. You pushed them together and bit the bottom one, trying to look appealing or interested or anything that would get the vibes across of wanting a kiss. He used his thumb to wipe off the excess, and then set down the container and turned back to look at his book.

Huh? That's all? There's no way he missed all that. But even with you on his lap he was expressionlessly reading once again. It should have been obvious what you wanted right now, yet here he was ignoring you...

"Is your book important?" Maybe he was in a rush to finish it.

His hooded eyes drawled across the page, unmindful and unhurried. "Fairly."

Well... "Is it interesting?"

"Quite." His tone was so bland you weren't sure whether to believe him.

"What's it about?" You resettled your legs, curling one knee to the side to face him, and to pinch the bottom of the uneven strands of hair on the other side of his blank expression.

He said, "Something too complicated for a simpleton like you."

You bit your tongue. Fine. Be that way.

You pushed your chin into the crook of his neck, and pulled up your skirt so that it wrinkled in your lap instead of getting between you. You flattened your tongue, then, and pressed it to the side of skin. He tasted like nothing at all. He flipped another page like nothing was happening. No reaction, not even to ask you to stop bothering him while he was reading.

He was fucking with you on purpose. That had to be what this was. He knew how desperately horny you were, and he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Was his sadistic side finally showing? Well, he was never unsadistic, but, still.

Frustrated and wanting to find his limit, you pressed your hips down into his, grinding your body onto him. Your underwear rubbed against his pants with more strength than was necessary, so much that he wouldn't be able to ignore it, but he still did. He didn't move a muscle, even when your breathing was becoming uneven and your underwear were starting to soak through to his own clothes.

Since he still wasn't doing anything for you, you reached under your skirt and pushed your panties aside, letting out a moan into his shoulder. You tried to center yourself on the bulge in his pants, but he had his sword strapped to his waist, so it felt more like you were rubbing up on his belts than on him. You tried to move them as much as possible to at least feel his cock through his clothing. Was he even hard?

Pressing your chests together and wrapping your arms around his neck, you moved your hips to try to find out. You looked up at him, but he was focused in. As if you didn't even exist, despite your desperate clinging. You drew your hips up and down in small circles, giving it your all.

You heard him turn a page, and for some reason, it drew out a moan from your throat. You were getting lightheaded. You tried to move positions to the side of him, and swayed. His arm reached around your waist to steady you without looking. You thought maybe he was finally giving you attention, but he wasn't. You bounced on his thigh a few times, somehow already exhausted.

"Chev..." you mumbled.

"Yes?" He didn't look up.

You reached out your hand and drew your thumb over his lower lip. At that, he snorted. He finally set down his book, facedown to mark the page, and he pulled your waist back in against him and kissed you.

It was an open mouthed kiss, both of your tongues traversing each other at will—mostly his. You were moaning against his mouth and gripping him from behind as tightly as you could. All your worries melted, forgotten in the tangible bliss of finally kissing Chevalier.

He leaned you back against the table as he unbuttoned your blouse, and then swiftly sent a hand under it to unhook your bra. You were naked in seconds, and you hadn't even seen your skirt drop to the floor. Chevalier pushed the book out of the way so that he could lay you on your back on the table. You clutched the edges of it as he got himself ready for you. "Mmmn..... Chev......" you mumbled.

"I'm aware of your impatience," he said, with a quirk of his lip.

Out of spite, you pushed his book off the table, so he would lose his page. He probably knew where it was anyway, but you shouldn't have to share your sex table with a book.

As it turned out, he was hard. And as big as always, and judging from the way he was going in, not planning to go slow. You didn't have time to voice anything before he shoved it in, one hand shifting to your neck to hold you in place like it always did.

"Chev, Chev—wait!"

Chev waited for you to focus. Your gaze was blurry, and your pussy was adapting to the sudden stretch. No matter how many times you did this, he was always just a little too big at first. He knew to wait for your ok, and he rubbed his thumb on your throat while he did it. He didn't apply any pressure. Rather than asphyxiation, his hand on your clavicle was there for comfort. You stared into his eyes while blood rushed to or from your head, until the waves became as cool and as gentle as the two blue pools staring back at you.

You moved your own body experimentally, and then requested, "move slow..."

As he began to pull halfway out, he leaned down and kissed you. You could tell he wanted to do more, to fuck you roughly and bite your lips and hold you down hard enough to choke. You kissed him back in appreciation for his patience.

One of his hands massaged your chest and nipple, while the one that had been on your neck caressed your cheek amid the kisses. He rocked his hips slowly, just like you had asked; an even, pleasurable push and pull. With each thrust you moved a bit away from him, so you had to use your hands to push back, sliding down to meet his thighs until your legs began to curl around his without your brain's say.

"More," you said.

He lifted one of your legs up, turning you a bit on your side. When your hair fell in front of your eyes, he reached out to fix it, taking a look at your face before anything else. You imagined he could see the excitement on your cheeks. He pulled out completely, then thrust back in.

He did that again and again, his hand under your knee to keep you steady. You thought you were moaning, but couldn't hear even your own voice, so perhaps you were only letting out long, voiceless gasps instead.

One of Chev's hands was on the plump of your stomach now, and every once and a while he would brush his thumb over your clit. Just enough so to remind you of the side of pleasure you weren't getting. Having had enough, you moved your own hands to that spot, only to have them lifted away before they could reach anything. He kissed the back of one, and you tried again with the other, but you could hardly fight him on this when he was still ramming into you and sending your whole body into fits of pleasure.

To keep you away, he took both your hands under his and pinned them above your head, having to lean forward to do it, and bend your lifted leg even further. The position put a lot of weight on your other hip, crushed beneath both your bodies in a crooked half-missionary. If the table weren't so hard, you probably could have handled it for longer, but you whined and pushed your legs to turn yourself around.

He released you, and you both found a more comfortable place—you were now facedown on the table, legs bent and spread to either side, with his hand still pinning both yours above your head. It probably looked more lewd than the previous, but at this angle he could rub against the more sensitive nerves of your inner workings, and could kiss your back as he slowed down.

You moaned. You knew him slowing down like this usually meant that he was close, but you couldn't get off with just this much. You tried to press your body down onto the table to rub off on it, but doing so caused Chevalier to stop altogether, no longer lined up comfortably.

He pulled out and took you by the thighs, pulling your butt higher and rubbing his slippery erection against your front instead. It was a stimulation you could both get off on, so you helped him by rocking against his member and reaching your freed hands out to to press it tighter to your clit. He kept moving as if he was still inside you, holding your hips, until his release spilled out onto the table underneath you. His hand reached around your hip to bring you to completion with him.

You set your cheek on the cool wood. The world grew still.

Chev walked around the table to pick you up from the other side. He was gentle, doing all the work of balance and strength and leaving none for you. You felt your skirt slide back up your legs.

"What are you doing?"

Chev steadied you onto your feet but kept you leaning against him. "I'm putting our clothes back on."

"...n...why?" Once was enough? For you, maybe, but Chev was never satisfied with just that.

"So we aren't naked when we walk to the shower," he answered.

"Oh~" you put on a silly grin. "A shower? And then what?"

"We'll bathe."

You sidled up closer. "And then?"

He gave you a long stare, fixing your last button. "And then, I'm going back to reading," he said. "I really do need to finish that book." He kissed your forehead, and led you out of the room.

[rwac96]

Original stud AU x crossover Au

Jaune looks at jinx

Ren : remember the one rule, Don't stick your dick in crazy.

Jaune : *who is still looking at her* worth a try my friend.

Ren: *annoyed* "Jaune, I'm serious about this!"

Jaune: "And I'm serious about being balls deep in her guts, Ren."

Jinx: *looks back* "What's that about guts?"

Jaune: *chuckles* "Oh, Ren and I are havin' a lil' guy talk."

[maries-gallery]

1, 2, 3... GO! Share a piece of your current work in progress and let it shine for all of us to see! >:3

MICHELLE! It's been such a long time and I honestly hope you're okay! Thank you for the ask <3 Love you and take care! That said, here is a small bit of what I'm working on <3

"You need to leave." Chevalier warned, his words bearing very little weight compared to the smouldering lust in his gaze.

In spite of his words, the poor king was barely able to keep his hands from tightening their hold on your waist as you straddled his lap, pressed yourself up against him and rutted your clothed cunt over his hard bulge.

Caught between the burning desire to have you and the reasonable part of his brain urging him to make you leave.

"I have a meeting with-" His voice caught in his throat as you pressed an open mouthed kiss on his nape, just above his pulsing point, a mischievous smirk blooming on your lips at his reaction.

"A meeting with who?" You repeated, tilting your head to the side and flashing him an innocent smile. As if you hadn't just stolen his ability to think and speak.

God, if he could, if the both of you had enough time, he would have bent you over his desk to fuck the attitude out of you in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, time was a rare delicacy for the King of Rhodolite, and you knew this. You knew this and used it to your advantage.

You knew how weak he was for your advances, in spite of the cold exterior he used to hide the passion simmering beneath his skin. You knew how weak he was for your touch, your warmth and your everything.

@aquagirl1978 Don't know if you're still active but this made me think of you <3

[faustianfascination]

the night of the lonely beast

pairing: Gilbert Von Obsidian x fem!OC fandom: Ikemen Prince

Gilbert is invited to the wedding of Chevalier & Emma as a sign of diplomatic harmony, however seeing the woman he'd longed for marry his old friend/adversary stirs up a deep loneliness in the conquering beast. Until a brave little fox decides to tempt a tiger. words: 5213 Minors DNI tags/warnings: penetrative sex (vaginal), first time, loss of virginity, rough sex, biting, gilbert being gilbert

many thanks for @scummy-writes & @rjthirsty for being a Gil sounding board and helping me get back into the writing groove

The hypocrisy of it all was farcical, the same nobles who gossiped about the bride's unsuitable breeding for the position of Queen now bowed politely and pulled on their finest fake smiles to wish the happy couple happiness in their marriage; all while plotting how they would slip their daughters into Chevalier's bed. The discussions on how they could use their positions as the Queen's new ladies-in-waiting to charm the King made Gilbert want to throw up, but he like every noble here was hiding behind a mask of faux joy because that is how this game is played. The invite to the wedding had been a surprise after the trip to Obsidian, however it was a smart diplomatic move, showing a picture of international harmony after finally settling the treaty and there was a small part of Gilbert that looked at Emma and Chevalier wrapped in love and joy that made the last remaining shred of goodwill towards his old fried happy for him. 

However, he was not a good man and even that little shred of selfless joy was being drowned out by a more jealous, lonely beast rising up in his chest. He didn't care much for alcohol beyond warming his body but tonight he indulged a little, the burn of the Bentonite booze drowning out the subtle ache in his chest. Like hell he was going to drown his sorrows in that obnoxiously sweet rose infused nonsense, especially now in a hall filled with fake sweetness. Even with international relations thawing, he was still treated with open suspicion and hostility, which was fair he didn't mind the honesty but what was most galling was the nobles who failed to hide their disdain for him fully while trying to get things from him, be it trade deals or investment. But still like flies swarming to a rats carcass they buzzed around him and he was struggling to fight back the urge to reveal the gun in his cane and end the conversations once and for all. Although even he knew that starting a massacre at a wedding reception was a bit much, even for him. Even if a piece of him wanted to use the distraction to capture the little rabbit and steal her away, seeing that pure white dress dyed with blood and the sin of choosing this life. 

The elegant music began to fill the room, causing the flies to buzz away to the edges of the dance floor giving him some space as he drew back to the shadowed edges. At the centre, the bride and groom took to the floor alone, the stars of this pantomime as they swept gracefully together as though made for each other. The thought made something deep in his chest twinge, like watching a long held dream crumble in front of him. But wasn't that exactly what she was? The dream, the purehearted girl so clean and bright that no amount of filth could taint, someone who he poured all his deepest wishes into as if to prove his foolish younger self right. But, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, a very beautiful woman; still pure of heart and soul but different from his imaginings and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He let his eyes drift from the couple, watching the faces of the other princes lit with happiness at the harmonious scene but he caught it even if it was faint. In Nokto and Clavis' eyes, a touch of melancholy that came from watching the women you desired ride off into the sunset with someone who wasn't you. Clavis' inclusion in this lonely little club was not surprising, a man driven by his inferiority to his brother would of course desire the charming rabbit who made him human, but Nokto? The man who had slept with most of the court was a surprise, then again perhaps the most beautiful heart in the kingdom is what the philanderer needed to capture his attention because she would always be out of his reach. Gilbert's cheeks hurt with the effort of forcing an appropriate face and there was an unpleasant feeling in his throat that made him look anywhere but the happy scene. Very few people were bold enough to meet his gaze, so there was a small feeling of shock when his eyes caught another pair in the sea of people gazing directly at him, his surprise intensifying as when his eyes met theirs they did not look away or flash with fear. Instead they held his gaze, without a trace of fear. Only bright undisguised interest, he realised that he was gazing into the eyes of a young woman who seemed to be the only other one in the room not enraptured by the sight of the couple, it was strange and tugged at some long forgotten feeling. With that observation Gilbert stealthily edged his way out of the room away from the suffocating love story in front of him. 

The air in the rose gardens was refreshing, enough to wash away the buzz of the alcohol as he strode deeper into the night. The palace was like a blinding candle in comparison to the quiet and dark gardens further from the celebration. The peace was a double edged sword, it gave him some breathing room but further made the pangs of loneliness more apparent, with nothing but the moonlight and roses to keep him company as he came to a stop and lent wearily on his cane; he wasn't one to reminisce fondly but the alcohol and the loss of the little rabbit seemed to be breaking down the walls he had built to protect himself. He would never have this, he intended to be the last of his line and with his health he didn't see the point of marrying nor did he want to be bound by the strings of nobility, using their daughter and his children to their advantage. Just as he and his mother had been used. It wasn't until after his mother died he realised the true extent of the horrors she suffered at his father's hands, once she was gone his father took a string of mistresses. Some arrogant on the power of being in the Emperor's bed, but quickly killed and thrown away especially if they became pregnant. 

Bastards were frowned upon in Obsidian, the Emperor was deeply offended by their existence so he'd never allow a pregnant mistress to live. Despite this, the great houses of Obsidian were happy to throw their daughters into such a fate for just a sliver of power. One always stood out in his mind, she was the one mistress Gilbert remembered vividly. Mostly because she was obscenely young and painfully kind to him never trying to use her position only, seeming to want to survive long enough to escape the castle walls. Nausea swelled in his gut when he remembered the night he saw her limping out of his father's room, battered and bleeding, stifling sobs in the darkened corridor. The moment she noticed him adopting a practised mask of propriety. The wince in her curtsy making it all the more absurd. Not long after she was taken out on a hunting trip with the Emperor, only to be the intended prey after it was discovered she was pregnant, as if his father's actions had nothing to do with her state. The first girl was sneaked into his room was when he was 14, she was shaking with fear while trying to seduce him like a child being made to play at adult games. He sent her away quickly but there began a steady stream of girls sent to him as brood mares when his position as successor was more secure, it was disgusting. It also hurt him, to see these girls sent to him, scared to be in his presence but still trying to get pregnant by him like a prize stallion. As he tamed the court the visits dwindled and eventually ended but it still was an unpleasant memory. 

His dark memories faded back into the shadows of his mind as he felt he was no longer alone, delicate footfalls coming up cautiously behind him. Someone was certainly feeling brave tonight. Even with the alcohol in his system his senses were still sharp and he decided to lay a trap for this foolish visitor. The ruffle of fabric floating over grass confirmed what he already suspected; the owner of those eyes had followed him out here. The movements slowed coming to a halt a little away from him, seems they at least had some survival instinct. Whoever it was drew their breath about to make their greeting as he turned and with reflexive ease caught the underside of their chin with the tip of the cane

"it's rude to follow people" he smiled down at the woman in front of him, caught mid curtsy her back braced like a swan about to take flight from a river; elegant and enticing in equal measure. 

"please forgive my insolence your imperial highness" despite her situation she held almost unnaturally still, looking him straight in the eye again. There was something in that utter fearlessness Gilbert liked, he observed her as she remain at the tip of his cane and took closer notice of those eyes, a pleasing lilac that felt almost otherworldly in their brightness. They never wavered under his gaze, a defiance there that he rarely encountered. He lowered his cane and a subtle nod allowed her to stand again, appraising her as she straightened. It wasn't that Gilbert didn't feel lust, he could appreciate beauty it simply wasn't something he had the luxury of entertaining but tonight even that seemed to fall by the wayside as his eyes took in her form, slight curves hidden under the layers of fabric of her mossy coloured gown that was simpler yet more elegant than many of the others he had seen that night. Without bows and jewels to cover her natural beauty she seemed to shine brighter, the low cut of the bodice allowing him a glimpse of her breasts framed by sharp collar bones barely hidden under the lacy cloak, all her features had a sharpness from her cheekbones to the rich dark of her hair, she was hard to look away from. As his eyes scanned her again, a single silver pendant drew him back to her chest as it rested between her breasts. She seemed more delicate than Emma in some ways with less pronounced curves but her angular beauty more intense, more aggressive than the softness of the rabbit. Foxlike almost. Where the little rabbit was more bashful, she was more brazen shown by the way she approached him and now held herself with a boldness that made something in him burn. It was an impulse but he offered his arm to his guest and was more than a little surprised that she accepted it, this beauty allowing his beast close, close enough the feel the warmth radiating from her body. They walked deeper into the gardens the sound of their steps muffled by the grass, only the odd rustle of fabric on bushes interrupting the peace, oddly it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Gilbert looked over at her again, the urge to bite into the pale flesh of her shoulder more than a little tempting but his thoughts were interrupted by her airy voice

"I suppose I should tell you my reason for seeking you out, as enjoyable as this walk is" she began unprompted. She wasn't trying to hide her request in pleasantries and got straight to the point, another mark in her favour. Pulling them both to a halt as she positioned her body too look directly at him "my intentions are hardly pure so there is no point to beat around the bush. I'd like to spend the night with you, your Imperial Highness"

How bold indeed, so bold it made him chuckle. 

"brazen little fox aren't you" Gilbert said "you realise I'm not a good man, hardly one a maiden like you should be provoking" his gloved hands coming to brush her cheek, his fingers grazing down her jaw until they rested upon the pulse point of her neck. The beat was calmer than he expected so he wrapped his hand around her neck, not enough to hurt but warn her of the consequences of her recklessness. Even with this, she held her ground, never wavering in her resolve which made the little heat in his body begin to pool between his thighs. 

"I'm perfectly aware of your reputation you Imperial Highness. I have more respect for those that wear their fangs openly rather than distracting you with sweet lies while they stab you in the back. It's a refreshing change" she countered, Gil felt a familiar exhaustion with the duplicity of nobility the shared displeasure piqued his curiosity, although he was getting weary of the burden of his title. 

"Gil, since you're bold enough to make this request I'll consider you a friend. And my friends call me Gil" he smiled, hand still around her neck. It wouldn't take much to crush the air from her.  "Since we're friends, why not tell me your name and why exactly you're propositioning me so boldly" 

"Waverley Burgundy, and well Gil, reason is simple you're a handsome man and I want to enjoy my first time with a handsome man of my choosing before I'm sent off to be some old lout's plaything. Also, misery loves company" she said with pointed conviction, and Gilbert could tell that no word of it was a lie. The smile he wore began to truly reach his eyes, and even now she didn't shy away from him. His nickname fell from her lips so easily, something the little rabbit was unable to do. He drew a little closer, their bodies creating more points of contact, her warmth inviting him further into this temptation. 

"There are plenty men in that ballroom that you could play with, far less dangerous. Perhaps you should even save yourself for that husband of yours, or do the nobility of Rhodolite not place much value in such things" he brought his lips to her ear, enjoying the intimacy more than he cared to admit. Filling his nostrils with her scent clouded his mind enough to give him respite from the little rabbit's ghost in his heart. Even now though she still surprised him, a sharp laugh filling the space between them

"You're the man I found most handsome, and actually he paid extra for my virtue but would you want to endure the first touch being that of a gout laden man, old enough to be your grandfather flopping around on top of you" the bitterness cutting into her voice. With that he pulled back, letting his hand drop from her neck and appraised her again. Perhaps she would work as a distraction from his own miserable fate, even if just for a night they could put off the inevitable for a little while. This wasn't the conquering beast thinking, simply Gilbert the man and the beast that was made in lust but he needed to give her an out; himself an excuse to not be reckless despite the hardness growing in his trousers begging him to give in. 

The silence hung in the air and she seemed to lose a little of that confidence "although, if you're not interested I shall not push it and leave you in peace Gil" it was the way her voice wrapped around his name again that broke his resolve, his lack of an answer seeming to lure her into the thought he was rejecting her. No, she was too lovely a prey to let go, so as she began to pull away he grabbed her. Her body came crashing into his, his arms winding around her waist and teeth finding her shoulder before she could escape him. Her skin tasted lovely, the smell of sage and pomegranate filling his nose as his teeth bit hard into her flesh through the lace of her cloak the sharp texture of taut lace adding to the sensation of her flesh. The moan she let out was dangerously erotic as he sucked on the mark, ensuring it would blaze brightly, showing everyone she was his prey now. One hand came to hold the back of her neck, making her stay and look at him as he released her neck from his jaws  "I never said you could leave" was all he got out before she kissed him.  Her lips claiming his in an adorable act of faux control. It didn't take long to invade her pretty mouth with his tongue, her heat filling him more and more as he felt her arms come around his neck and pull him closer. 

It took Gilbert's full resolve not to throw her to the ground of the rose gardens but he was a gentleman, she had sought him out to enjoy her first time and he would do her the courtesy of at least giving her a bed because he knew he couldn't promise to be gentle. Gil wasn't a virgin per say, the things he and Roderick had done over the years seeing to that, but it was the first time he'd taken a woman to his bed and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at his lack of experience. He probably couldn't be as rough with her as he was with Roderick…yet. 

He had grabbed her after the kiss and pulled her towards his room as quickly as he could manage without running or aggravating his lungs. Each stride reminding him of how uncomfortable restrictive formal wear was with an erection but she kept pace with him with equal enthusiasm. There was something in that which made part of him feel a little happy, to have someone simply want him without conditions was rare, to have a woman actively seek him out and not cower in his presence made him feel human for once not a walking terror. In a quiet place buried deep in his soul it reminded him of when he was a child and simply dreamed of love before the world shattered those hopes, it was the same feeling the rabbit brought him, but this was different. 

Instead of melancholy imaginings alone in his room was a warm lively body writhing under him as he pressed her into the bed, kissing and biting every bit of flesh he could touch arousing a symphony breathy moans, whimpers and pretty calls of his name. There was even a giggle when he brushed his fingers over a spot on her neck that was particularly ticklish, kissing her into submission when she tried to apologise. Waverley didn't just lay there, her lips capturing his, her teeth biting his lips, their bodies twined and jostled for dominance and he eventually relented and pulled her atop him, enjoying the sensation of her body draping over his. Feeling her hands slipping between his clothes seemingly as desperate to touch him as he was her stoked his desire further, it was intoxicating to want and be wanted in return. He took the opportunity to loosen the lacing on her dress until it started to slip down her slowly revealing her breasts in their full glory. She brought herself to straddle him grinding over his crotch enough to make his hips buck a little, he let his hands squeeze and play with her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples through his gloves but he wanted to feel her fully. Gil sat up and grabbed hold of her face again to make her look at him, her face flushed and confused as he stopped touching her. 

"Open your mouth" he commanded, slipping the tip of his gloved finger between her lips only for her to start sucking gently which made him chuckle, he would ensure to reward such diligent action. 

"how lewd, jumping straight to obscenity. Very entertaining but not what I wanted. Bite the tip" as he issued his command he saw her realise what his intention was and she glowed brighter red. It was thoroughly adorable watching the gap between her desires and experience. She bit down on the glove tip of each finger to loosen them, and he finally freed his hand of one glove. Too impatient to play that game again he pulled off the other himself, it gave her the chance to slip out of his lap but as he motioned to grab her she held his chin. 

"to remove my dress" she said into his lips, kissing him while working the fabric off before taking her place back in his lap freed of the layers of silk and satin. It didn't take long before she was back under him, her hands working his clothes off as quickly and haphazardly with varying success. His various belts ended up providing more of a challenge than either of them anticipated and seeing her struggling under him to undo them all was an amusing sight. 

"having trouble are we?" he smirked. He was being cute in the annoying way which made her huff and lay back with a sweet little pout

"who needs so many damn belts" she grumbled covering her chest with her arms and looking away from him as he removed his garments. Her eyes darted to his body as he stripped, the lust blatant but her nerves getting the better of her. He was enjoying the show and when he finally dropped his trousers she stopped hiding her gaze, her mouth making a cute little 'o' as she took him in. There was a moment of still in the darkened room as Gil enjoyed the sight of the naked beauty on his bed and she raked her eyes over him. Then he pounced on her again and started adorning her body with bites, from her chest to her hips. The unfamiliar sensation of skin on skin contact made him feel like he would burn alive; he savoured the taste of skin, especially the skin of her breasts, enjoying the feeling of sucking and biting her nipples her body reacting so honestly to him. His other hand ran down her waist to the valley between her legs and he nearly moaned at how wet she was, but she needed more to make this truly pleasurable and focused his ministrations on her bud, twisting and rubbing it between his fingers. 

Gilbert had to catch his breath at the feeling of her hand around his cock, working him like he was working her. The firm grip and her thumb swirling around the tip ruining him more than he'd like to admit. Their bodies rutted together, nails cut into Gilbert's back as she panted his name, his own pants muffled by keeping his teeth busy on her chest. His patience was wearing thin though so he slowly slid a finger inside her, causing her to still and her head to roll back. Her cunt felt warm and gripped his finger in a way that made his cock throb, so much so he pulled her hand away so because it was all getting too much. Soon three fingers and his thumb were pushing her body further into pleasure, he felt her flutter and tense under him, arching as she climaxed on his fingers yelling his name with abandon. The flood of her left a wet patch on the sheet, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked each digit as she gazed as if mesmerised by him. She was sweet on his tongue, the only sweet thing he'd enjoyed tonight. 

She lay beneath him, her body trembling and sensitive for him and it was a sight that crated a warmth deep in the darkness of his heart. His prey there so open and vulnerable with a beast like him, it felt satisfying for a conqueror to be welcomed openly. Her eyes always met his, it was something even the little rabbit couldn't consistently manage. 

"Gil" her voice cut through his reverie, a flush of fear flashing in her eyes, but not of him. Even he knew that the pain of the first time was hammered into women before they were sent to be wedded and bedded and there was little he could do to sooth her fully. Only do his best to make it as comfortable as possible, so he caressed her face again and then opened her legs to finally enjoy her fully, every inch of her was beautiful but her flushed and twitching cunt was the most bewitching, evidence of how much she wanted him. He kept a strong grip on her hips, perhaps the pressure of his fingers a distraction as he lined up to finally sink into her. He ran the tip of his cock along her wet folds, making him bite his lip as he found her entrance. He wouldn't be mean but there was no point dragging it out so he started pushing in, the sight of his cock sliding into her was perhaps the most divine thing he'd ever seen. It was overwhelming, tightness squeezing him with warmth, her silk walls fluttering and clenching around his cock better than the way it felt on his fingers. Gil had the realisation that perhaps he wasn't going to last as long as he wanted but it's not like this would be the only round of the night. If he was alone he'd end up with visions of the little rabbit being ravished on her wedding night would creep into his mind and that may potentially drive him to destroy this poxy little country once and for all.

Her breathing became faster, eyes closing as tears leaked out and her hands balled the sheets. Her legs crushed against his waist and he could feel the tension in her hips as she clenched him so tight it bordered painful. He rubbed reassuring circles on her hips, leaning forward to kiss and nibble her neck to distract and slowly he sheaved himself inside her, savouring the feeling of it, from the crushing pressure on his dick to the way his balls rested against her. They lay still, breathing and kissing while she adjusted to him, it was a small mercy he could offer. The moment felt endless, both wonderful and hellish as he waited and finally she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him again. He took it as a cue to finally move, starting gentle but soon building to a rougher harsher rhythm. The cute pain of her nails clawing his back was fun, Gil wondered how hard he'd need to fuck her to make her draw blood. Her legs wrapped around him as he pounded her into the mattress making the bed creak and squeak as she kissed his neck and shoulders, clawed his back and all the sensations he was feeling were building into something he couldn't describe. The rational part of his mind shutting off and only the most primal beast remaining, it was almost blissful if the urge to pour his seed into her over and over again until she was completely marked as his wasn't getting harder to resist. It was a risk he couldn't take but how he longed to see his semen overflowing from her pretty cunt, a dark place in his mind wondering how lovely she'd look with a swollen belly and breasts heavy with his heirs but that was a fantasy too far. But, he could feel her orgasm on his cock, it had been delightful on his fingers, he couldn't imagine how much better it would feel now. 

Gil sat back on his heels, with Waverley's legs still wrapped around his waist he took in the sight of her trembling and panting on his cock. It was incredible, he could look at this forever. She was even more beautiful like this, hair messily framing her face, her eyes blown with desire and looking at him with earnestness that made something in his chest twist. He couldn't help but look at where they were joined, the scent and feeling of her come was something he wanted to never forget; it also gave him access to that little bud that would drive her to utter ruin and he began relentlessly stimulating it with his fingers. The effect was immediate, she clenched and spasmed around him, her hips bucking and back arching as her body fucked itself on him by instinct. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut as her cunt squeezed his cock and it felt like he was on fire but he wanted to see her face as he ruined her, make her keep looking him in the eyes so he held her face to she had to look at him, slipped this thumb into her mouth. Her eyes watered but she took his unspoken command and did her best to hold his gaze until she couldn't stop her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. With all the stimulation she didn't last long and he was rewarded with feeling her climax on his cock, it was so tight he felt like she'd never let him go, almost pulling him deeper into her body. Her moans of his name had become so loud he was sure it was echoing down the hall. The satisfaction of her making him feel this good and enthusiastically screaming his name in the Rhodolite palace on the little bunny's wedding night just made it all the more fantastic. Gods he was petty wasn't he… 

Her body began to relax under him, it wouldn't take much for him to finish now so he went back to his rough pace trying to keep enough of his wits about him not to fill her like he wanted, but to mark her instead. It all happened quickly, he somehow managed to pull himself out of her warmth to paint her with his seed. It may not be quite as satisfying as finishing inside her but this was still a nice sight, her stomach and the underside of her breasts covered in pearly white splashes, they complimented the deep reds of his bites all over her. She was trembling still, but the weariness was evident in her body so Gil set to the task of cleaning her up with a tenderness that even surprised him. If he was Silvio, she'd have been evicted from his bed already but Gil wasn't finished with her yet, and he pulled her under the sheets with him. Her body was even warmer now and he held her close to him, ensuring she knew she wasn't being freed from him. 

They never stopped kissing or touching each other until she fell into a light sleep. Gil watched her as she dozed, taking a strand of her dark hair and twisting it around his fingers, inhaling the woody scent while he recovered and began to think of the other positions he intended to make with her as the night deepened. 

[writingwhimsey]

Last one for now... Because this has to happen. Chevalier with prompt #8, but please let it be a book instead of a game LMAO just cause it has to be.

Dialogue ...uh... #11?

Well, a book IS very appropriate for Chevalier. So, I hope you enjoy this smutty smut I came up with.

For Smut's Sake Event

Prompt: Fucking but one of them is trying to keep their attention on the game they're playing...changed to book being read.

Dialogue: "Come here."

Suitor: ikepri Chevalier

NSFW 18+ content, fingering, PIV

Relentless Study

I sat at the desk in the chambers Chevalier and I shared, a book open in front of me and papers spread out. I was taking notes as I read, studying what I needed to in order to make sure I was prepared to become queen. To make sure I could stand beside Chevalier. He was working hard for the sake of Rhodolite and so would I. I would prove I could stand beside him. Prove that there was no one more fit to be at his side than me.

The door opened up and Chevalier was walking in. “Welcome back.” I said, smiling up at him and noticing the book he held in his hand. “Taking a break to do some reading?”

“Something like that.” Chevalier answered as he came over to stand behind me, glancing over the book I was studying.

I smiled. At least we could spend a little time together even if it wasn’t exactly what you would call quality time. But just getting to exist together in the same space was nice. 

“You look quite happy, simpleton.” Chevalier observed. 

“Well, this is the first time in ages we’ve been in the same room together.” I replied. “And I’ve been awake.”

Chevalier chuckled, his hand resting atop my head. “It has been quite some time.” He agreed.

There was something about the way he spoke, the tone of his voice…was that longing? Desire? I looked up into those beautiful icy blue eyes and sure enough…I had heard right. “Chevalier…”

His fingers came beneath my chin as he leaned down, capturing my lips with his. How long had it been since we’d kissed? Too long that’s all I knew….but I still had so much work to do.

Chevalier pulled back, gazing at me. “You still wish to continue your studies.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. “Yes…I mean I have to. I can’t let anyone say I’m not fit to stand beside you.”

Chevalier thought for a moment and then that devilish smile spread across his face. Oh that smile. It got me every time. “I have a way for us both to get what we want.”

My initial thought was that he would help me study. It made sense. I could definitely get through this quicker with his help…but oh was I wrong. So incredibly wrong.

It was only moments later, Chevalier had sat himself in the chair I had been occupying. “Come here.” He had instructed as he patted his lap.

And that is how I found myself  in his lap, my back to him, my panties gone and my skirt up around my hips, my book and papers still in front of me. His hand was between my thighs, fingers toying with my clit.

“Mmm…Chevalier…” I moaned, finding it hard to focus on my study materials in front of me.

He leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Focus on your studies.” He said, still toying with me.

I nodded. “I’ll…try…” Gods his fingers were expertly hitting me in just the right spot. The right pace..rhythm. I forced myself to continue to look at the book in front of me. Okay…now where was I? Uh… the history of Rhodolite and its neighboring nations, Benitoite, Jade, and …

Chevalier slipped two fingers inside me, pumping and curling them as he moved another hand to toy with my breasts through the fabric of my blouse.

“Hah…” I moaned at the sensation. He was a genius in every sense of the word. He knew my body inside and out.

“Focus, simpleton.” He said in my ear, before nipping at my lobe, his hands still doing their work.

I made myself look at the book, keeping my eyes focused, even if they were getting dangerously close to seeing stars. Right, right. We can do this. Focus… The history of Rhodolite and its neighboring nations…

“Ah, finally wet enough.” Chevalier murmured. He removed his hands from me…me just shy of that release. 

I let out a whine without even thinking, which earned a chuckle from my royal lover.

“Don’t worry.” He murmured as he moved to undo his pants and then the next thing I knew, he was slipping inside me.

“Hah…Chev…Chevalier…” I moaned my eyes closing as he filled me. How long had it been since we’d been so intimately joined? Too long.

“I thought you wanted to focus.” Chevalier said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck.

“It’s…hard to focus.” I replied. “When…you’re making me feel…so good.”

Chevalier chuckled before he began to move his hips, causing me to bounce up and down in his lap. “Focus.” He said, a challenge in his voice.

“Ngh…” I looked at the book. It was harder to read now, but I could manage. The…history…of Rhodolite…

Chevalier’s fingers found their way between my legs once again, circling that pleasure pearl as he bounced me up and down on his cock. A jolt of heat swept through me, striking deep within my core.

My eyes closed and I threw my head back as I began to move my hips in time with his. There was no way to keep looking at that book. Nothing else mattered in the moment besides being with my beloved and the pleasure he was making me feel.

He chuckled in my ear and the next thing I knew, he had me bent over the desk and was pounding into me properly now, his fingers still stroking my sensitive bud.

“Hah! Chevalier!” I cried out as the pleasure washed over me white and hot as I came around him.

Chevalier’s thrusts and fingers continued, drawing me out before his motions stuttered and slowed. He pulled me back against him, holding me close while still remaining within me. He trailed kisses down the side of my neck.

I was panting as I slowly came down from my pleasure high. “Ah…Chevalier…” I looked down at the desk and saw my notes scattered to the floor. It would take forever to reorganize them.

“I am the one to decide who is fit to stay by my side. No one can question me.” He told me. “And I have determined there is no one more fit than you.”

I felt my heart flutter in my chest at his words. This was all his way of telling me I had been working too hard…or perhaps it was that he just wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

“And just so you know…we are only getting started.”

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It is time to ask the people.....

Feel free to reblog and share your opinions ;p

And yes technically Rio is part of the foreign princes edition, and he will be, but we engage with him in the story most heavily in Rhodolite first and foremost, and he's good competition for the Rhodolitian princes lol

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The Mistress

A/N: A series of one shot shorts about MC/reader being the chosen king's consort as he marries a queen for political reason. It's not all angst, guys, I promise. CW: Smut under cut. Not all are smut.

There was once a time you were Belle, and you fell in love with a beast. Your love, however, changed the beast and he became a human, a human you thought worthy of ruling over the kingdom you resided. The king loved you, too. So much so that he made it possible for the two of you to continue seeing each other.

But the Royal court is not a place for commoners, and despite his power and protection, a wife had to be taken for political gain. You understood and stood by him, staying his adored mistress while another became queen. The past would not repeat itself. The noble line would continue. And you two would stay together no matter what came your way.

A knock at your door sends your heart racing. It's him. He has finally come to see you today. He doesn't announce himself and you don't have to answer, knowing he'll enter of his own wishes, he is the king of course. You try not to seem too eager, waiting to see his face and taste his lips and hear his voice. Holding yourself back as the door opens and there is your king, your lover, the man you can't live without and who can't live without you.

Chevalier

Chevalier always enters calmly, seemingly put together every evening he visits - and he does visit every evening. But as soon as the door is closed, he's a different beast altogether. He's starving for you and his hands are on you immediately. Clothes are pulled off as lips are pushed together.

There's no time to think, no time to breathe. There is only his tongue and mouth and teeth touching every part of you that he can, tasting you, devouring you. You'd think you two had been separated for weeks, but it has only been hours.

Your cunt is used to these nightly calls, already wet from anticipation. Already throbbing to be filled by his cock. He directed you towards the bed and you gladly fell onto it, clothes removed, panting heavily, and desire filling your eyes.

His eyes burn with need. His dick is stiff and dribbling. You get the modicum of a respite before he crawls on top of you and sinks into you fully with one long stroke. A gasp turns into a groan as he fills you up.

Your fingers that had clenched the comforter moved to his back, fingertips pressing into his skin as you pulled him closer to bring your lips together once more. The kiss was sensual and slow and full of sweet sighs and silent loving words shared between parted lips with tongue and gentle nibbles.

It is bliss. But it hardly sates his desire for you and he knows he can make you feel so much more.

Chevalier pulls his hips from yours, thrusting back in with enough speed and force to make your skin clap as pelvis meets pelvis. Another gasp sucked in by you as you prepare for what is to come. A second thrust just as rough, almost a warning, then his speed picks up and there’s no more time to brace as he fucks into you.

Moans erupt from you. Your sexes smack together. His pace is relentless and rough and– it feels so good. He fucks you like a man obsessed, needing to be deep inside you. Wanting to make you moan and come and scream his name.

Licht

One hand holding your hip to keep you from bouncing too far away from him with every enthusiastic thrust. His mouth on your shoulder, your neck, your breasts, leaving blooming promises across your skin. He marks you and claims you, again and again. The only woman he’ll ever love.

As soon as Licht shuts the door, the two of you are drawn together like you were made to hold one another. While embracing each other, whispered “I missed yous” and “I love yous” are desperately shared though you have shared them hundreds of times already. It doesn’t matter that you said those words only hours earlier, or that you repeat them each night, they still need to be expressed every time you two touch.

You stand there for an immeasurable time, lost in each other, until finally one of you pulls away so Licht can make himself more comfortable. It’s not enough to be near you, to hold you, there are too many layers between the two of you. Once those layers are discarded, you both find a place where you can wrap up with each other, whether that be the couch or bed, it doesn’t matter as long as you can be together.

Every night, Licht comes to see you. And every night, he stays until morning, claiming he sleeps better with you at his side. His own room is hardly used these days, and very rarely does he pay the queen a visit in her quarters. It was arranged with politics in mind after all, you’re the one he loves.

Some nights you spend content just being near each other. And some nights his needs pass into the carnal, with lips on skin and fingers tangled in hair. He can’t imagine life without you, and when he does think about it, he buries himself in you, pours his love into you, and drowns in the unconditional love you give him.

[eventinelysplayground]

Trading Spaces.

Kinktober Day 5: Pussy/Cock Drunk|Double Penetration.

Pairing: Chevalier x Female Reader.

Hope you all have been enjoying everybody's fics so far! I know there are several I've read that I love and plan to reblog in the future. This fic was fun but also a pain to write as I kept starting it then deleting everything because I didn't like the idea behind it. I got this idea very late one night/early one morning and I ran with it. I hope I fulfilled the prompt well enough and that you all enjoy. You and Chevalier finally get to be intimate for the first time in weeks and your thoughts are consumed by him. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1200.

It had been almost two months since you were last in Chevalier's arms. It had started out as just your regular monthly break but in the middle of it reports were received that there was suspicious movement at the border so he left to deal with it, then a winter storm had blocked the roads delaying him from returning home as planned and when he did return he found you ill with a nasty cold caused by the same storm.

Now that you were finally deemed recovered enough by both the palace physicians and Chevalier himself you had been looking forward to tonight. Dinner seemed to last forever and was it just you or were the hallways longer now? Chevalier of course was as composed as ever and you started to feel embarrassed by how needy you were, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You heard Chevalier chuckle softly beside you, he was most definitely reading your mind again and that thought only made you blush more. He reached out grabbing your wrist and led you to the next door he saw.

“What are we doing here?”

Chevalier did not reply; he simply opened the door and ushered you in before shutting and locking it behind you.

“Chevalier, why are we in Jin's room?”

“I will not let anyone else see that expression on your face, number one's room just happened to be the closest to us.”

His arms slid around your waist at the same time his lips landed on your neck. He kissed his way up to your ear and nipped at it and your knees buckled as you let out a shaky breath.

Chevalier's skilled fingers made quick work of your clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the floor as his mouth explored your newly exposed skin. You tried to keep up with him but you were quickly losing the ability to think straight and you'd only managed to just get his shirt undone when he was lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bed.He laid you down on the cool silk sheets then began undoing his belt. You went to push yourself up onto your hands but found them slipping under you and you found yourself questioning Jin's wisdom in using these sheets given his…hobby.

“I have a few theories but I am sure number one would tell you his reasoning if you asked him.”

Chevalier's tone was even but there was a smirk on his face as he joined you on the bed.

“No, I’m okay with not knowing.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around Chevalier's neck and your lips met his in a passionate yet faintly clumsy kiss. He nipped at your lips and you parted them letting his tongue make its way inside. As your tongues teased each other one his hands began to make its way along the curves of your body spreading heat in its wake.

You loved the way he ran his hands along your body letting them explore your sensitive spots as they stoked your desire for him. Your lips parted but you whined and pulled him back to you not quite ready to let them go yet. He responded by kissing you harder, claiming every inch of your mouth as his and you moaned.

When he pulled away again you let him go and soon his mouth was traveling a path downwards biting and licking as they went. Every time he bit your skin it was like a spark and you found yourself moaning and writhing beneath him. You normally loved the way he teased you but right now all you wanted was his heat inside you and each time he touched you somewhere other than your throbbing core you growled internally. Finally his mouth had reached one of your nipples and you arched under him letting out a soft cry as he sucked on it. He continued to tease you making sure his hands and lips stayed just above where you craved them and your frustration and desperation to feel his cock inside you grew with each caress.

“Chevalier!”

Your voice was desperate and angry as he kissed around your aching bud. He looked up at you and smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted and you knew he wanted you to say it. Normally you'd be embarrassed but right now you didn't care, him thrusting his cock inside you and filling you up was all you cared or thought about.

“Don't make me wait any longer, I want you inside me so bad it hurts.”

Chevalier looked momentarily surprised by your declaration and he didn't respond. Truthfully it had begun to feel like it was hurting. The amount of sensation you were getting everywhere but there was just making the throbbing worse and you were soaking wet.

You watched as he sat up studying you briefly before a devilish smile crept across his face. He grabbed onto your legs and pulled you towards him, your body easily and quickly sliding along the silk sheets. He grasped your hands and pulled you into his lap and kissed you as he slid himself easily into your core. This is what you had craved, being enveloped in his arms, his scent of roses swirling around you. The feeling of his long hard cock filling every inch of you and the way it hit not only the deepest parts of you but the way it felt on your clit as you slid up and down him. Chevalier's arms held you tight as you exchanged kisses, each one seeming to make you ride him faster.

Your head was pounding and you couldn't think about anything other than the pleasure. He pulled you closer to him leaving no space between the two of you and he kissed you roughly. The kiss lasted until you were almost out of breath and you painted when you drew away. One of his hands grabbed your breast and you cried out as he nipped at your neck just as your peak hit. Chevalier let out a sigh as you slowed down, at least that's what you thought.

You had been consumed by your pleasure and didn't hear the door unlocking, or opening, or it hastily being shut but Chevalier did. It's why he had pulled you flush against him kissing you and why he sighed because he knew he was in for a ridiculous conversation tomorrow.

After the door quickly shut Jin relocked it with a smirk on his face.

“Jin? I thought we were going to continue things in your room.”

The woman looked up at Jin with lust filled eyes as she tugged on his waistcoat.

“Ya just I forgot how much of a mess it was, clothes all over the place and my sheets need to be changed.”

The woman was pouting but Jin smoothly slipped an arm around her shoulder and began to lead her down the hallway.

“Don't worry, let me take you to a secret private library very few people ever get to see. It's only got two chairs but there's also a few soft pillows and plush blankets just for this sort of occasion…”

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Special Tag: @aquagirl1978 because it has her man in it.

[saturnville]

Patron de la Scène | The Aftermath

Pairing: Joseph de la Scène (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) x Black Fem Oc (Adama Ndiyae) Warnings: Mentions of slavery/enslavement, sexual situations, angst (I will add more if they come up). Reference: Chevalier (2023) Summary: The aftermath of a heartache. WC: 3821 Remember: Likes are nice, but reblogs, comments, and asks are highly encouraged! Support your writers!

She hated him. 

He needed no words to know the care she felt for him morphed into disdain. Her actions spoke loud enough for him to hear, ringing in his ears like a piercing frequency that made him feel numb and out of his body. 

The memories that he held dear to him felt like ghosts. Nightmare-inducing triggers that developed from his dancing with the devil. What was, was foreign to his sight and his touch. The lingering glances over dinner were non-existent. They ate in a stiff silence, her eyes on her plate the entire meal. No more early morning knocks on his bedroom door to keep him on schedule for the day. He was forced to forgo his pleasures to stay on schedule. The hair braiding duty had been re-assigned to his mother. While he appreciated her care, he missed resting between the warmth of Adama's thighs, and she whispered sentiments of his beauty that she thought he couldn't hear. It was over and done. 

Suddenly, library visits were purposeless, and late-night baths were dull. The basin seemed more minor, and the water grew colder. The candles were not bright but had small flames that struggled to stay alight in the darkness. His study felt empty. It was too organized without her small hands plucking books off the shelf and putting them in the wrong place. The Fontaine Estate felt lifeless. 

Joseph Fontaine was not the type to be grieved by the lack of presence of a girl. When one was unavailable, the next was at his disposal. Adama, however, wasn’t any girl. She was a woman. A goddess in human form. One who demanded sacrifice worthy of her presence and continued blessing—he’d given her his scraps rather than the firsts of his harvest, and he reaped what he sowed by being expelled from her presence. 

Depressed, his comrade Antony would describe him. Depressed and wallowing in misery like a pig in mud. Suddenly, the plays were filled with heartache and woeful emotions that drew crowds to tears. Almost Shakespearen the way he denoted heartbreak though both Antony and Joseph were unsure if he truly knew what that was like. To have poured one’s heart into the glass of someone else’s being just for it to be dropped carelessly, leaving the lover to leak without containment. 

Joseph wanted to prove his mother wrong. To prove Adama wrong. To decree and declare with boldness that he was unlike his father. Yet, with his third glass of wine and pen in hand, jotting incomprehensible sentences, he knew deep down they were more alike than he would have hoped. 

To be an excellent man, a renown Frenchman, there was an identity he had to erase and another he had to paint on. What his father did not understand, though, was that the Blackness of his skin and the African blood coursing through his veins would never be erased, no matter how much they both tried. No matter the accolades, the sold-out plays, and university students begging to become his apprentice—the appearances of the Queen, the title of Patron de la Scene—nothing would erase his identity as Joseph Fontaine, son of Fatou of Senegal. Enslaved no longer, but not ignorant to the pain of being taken from his mother, the agony of working in the blistering sun, and the shame of not being good enough. 

Yet still, there was a part he tried to play: the excellent man, a renown Frenchman, the Patron de la Scene. For some time, he did well. Parties with expensive champagne numbed his mind so that he couldn’t retort to the microaggressions and blatant racism. Lack of control of his urges gave him a name as a superb lover amongst women who could have him killed with one wolf-like cry—but anything to be the most desirable, right? The erasure of who he was with the covering of thick coils with powered tendrils—anything to erase Josesph, son of Fatou of Senegal, to create Joseph Fontaine, the Patron de la Scene. 

Disgusting factors contributed to the morally gray compass he used to navigate the unexpected return of Adama Ndiyae. She represented the past—the one he tried to run from. Unlike himself, Adama was unafraid and unashamed of who she was—never calling herself a slave, for what man had the authority to bind her mind, spirit, and soul? Physically, she was chained, but above all else, she was free. 

No desire to cover her shoes that had scuffs and scrapes. Comfort is found in the skirts and dresses made by Fatou by hand. Pride in each kink and coil that once hid rice beneath every twist and braid. Adama was the personification of what he struggled to come to terms with on his own—truth. And now, with her unreachable and reclusive, it seemed even more challenging to obtain. 

He should’ve told her how he yearned for her, how he’d utter her name in his slip like a whispered prayer. She was in his dreams. He dreamt of their childhood, how they shared something beautiful even in the darkest moments—friendship. Friendship that blossomed into something intimate and more charged upon her arrival to France. Something he grew to adore. And still, he didn’t cherish it. He couldn’t bring himself to show her the truth or find the courage to tear down the walls he had built around his soul. 

How could he return to her, to himself, when he was so unsure of who he was? How could he face the woman who embodied everything he feared but longed for in the same breath? 

Adama wasn’t just the woman who loved him once. She was the embodiment of everything he had denied himself—the parts he thought he could bury. And now, she was the key to unlocking chains that held him captive behind the bars of misery for years. 

-

It had become rare for Joseph to see Adama, and it was rare for her to see him. She played the role of a recluse well—blending in with the sway of decorative curtains and the bustle of maidens and servants. 

His study was no longer her place of comfort. She found a local library where she’d find books to fill her basket and then retreat to an unoccupied room on the far side of the Fontaine Estate to escape reality by riding on the tides dominated by captains of words and phrases. 

She had nowhere else to go. She had pride, but she’d be foolish to ever return to the same land that stripped her of her dignity, which left her in an environment where she questioned the very thing she lost. 

It was difficult at first—keeping her distance from Joseph. He’d become a part of her daily routine. By the time the sun glistened against the nine o’clock shadow of his violin, she was shooing him toward the kitchen for breakfast, which was more amusing than the God-awful performances Joseph dragged her to during the evenings. Filled with gentle laughter and stolen glances. She’d hear the pitter-patter of the horses’ hooves say: “Hurry up before you’re late!” He’d reply with a playfully snarky remark, insisting that he paid the carriage drivers to adhere to his schedule, not the other way around. Adama would roll her eyes, lose the battle of trying to keep a smile off her lips, and cuff the ends of his sleeves before waving him out the door. 

The evenings were just as eventful. Intellectual conversation about books and theatre over a shared glass of wine turned into intimate moments in the bathing quarters where she’d catch him sneaking glances over the edge of his paper as he watched her soak sore limbs in steaming water. They ended with soft lips brushing against warm cheeks before bidding farewell for the evening. 

She bid herself a good evening, now. 

A good book and a piping hot cup of tea with sugar cubes lulled her to sleep. But the twisting of her heart woke her up in the midnight hour. Suddenly, the room was too far, the bed was too large, and the atmosphere was chilling. Her hand shifted behind her back, petting the spot that had been unoccupied for weeks. It wasn’t every day that she shared her intimate quarters with him, but for four days, he couldn’t bear to be away from her, so she let him stay. 

“You have that large bed to yourself. Why do you want to be in here?” She shuffled around her room, twirling around herself as she tried to decide which dress to wear for her day out with Fatou. “Aren’t your sheets from Egypt? Very soft, as people say.” 

Joseph shrugged a shoulder and turned his head to follow her graceful movements across the room. “They are. But you’re not in them. Just want to be close to you.” 

She should’ve said no. But they’d crossed a few boundaries and blurred more lines than she could count. So when he asked to stay, ensuring no other nefarious intention, she agreed. It was a new feeling, she noted. Having his bare chest pressed against her back that was covered by a satin nightgown, he commissioned a French seamstress to make for her. His arm tossed around her waist—it seemed possessive. It was new, but she welcomed it. Her stomach clenched as the ghost of his embrace traced her abdomen.  She might have let him stay longer—might have let him stay forever—if only he hadn’t found someone else to warm his Egyptian cotton sheets.

-

She was unaware of whatever force compelled her to obey instructions and show up. It was a grand evening for him, but it meant nothing for her- his play's opening day. It was a quick work; she heard from a conversation in the village, and Antony's boisterous voice echoed against the walls of the corridors. He commissioned a dear friend to assist with the production, and in under a month, a two-hour play was created by the mastermind himself, Joseph Fontaine. 

She congratulated him once, offering a nod and a tight-lipped smile that didn't meet her eyes. It was a quiet comment. Hardly reaching his ears, but it was the loudest she'd been in a long while. If only she knew how he internally jumped for joy when her eyes, though neutral with minimal emotion behind them, locked with his. For just a moment, it was enough. A reminder that God was still working on his behalf. Yet, just as rushed as her congratulations were her departure from the room, he was left alone, hands clenched by his side as he fought to keep his feet still, to hold onto the memory of what it was like being in her presence once more. 

She didn't expect to see him, at least not for an extended period, until Fatou demanded she join her for the opening night of Joseph's play. Adama listed off every good reason why she didn't want to go, why her presence wasn't needed. Fatou's stern look--raised eyebrow and pointed glare--halted any additional words from coming out her mouth. "I may not support all his decisions, but he is my son, and this is a big night for him. Plus, have you ever seen the theatre?" 

Seen the theatre, she had not. 

So, Fatou instructed her to get dressed. To put on the finest gown she owned. It should have excited her and dressed to the nines in the finest Asian silks, Egyptian cotton, and Arabian jewels. Her hair had been washed and retwisted in a way she had never seen before. She looked different. She felt different. A twinge of confidence hidden beneath rubble seemed to break through as she turned side to side in the mirror. Was it a big difference? That she was unsure of, but she didn't mind the change. 

The ride to the theatre went faster than the hands of time. If she had it her way, they would've trekked slower than molasses to give herself time to mentally prepare for what was ahead. Hearing the clamoring of the people outside the theatre, some singing praises for the Patron de la Scene, others s demanding freedom from watered-down torment and suffering, being guarded as she was escorted into the theatre, was all too unfamiliar. It's all too overwhelming. How could he live like this? 

Fatou and Adama sat in the third row from the front. The theatre was packed. It was filled with bodies whispering and gushing over the highly-anticipated new work from Joseph Fontaine. On the plantation, his name was hardly spoken. Discussions of high-ranking members of society were few and far between. Gossip and the inside scoop on the outside world were not a luxury they were given. It was not until her arrival at the Fontaine Estate that she truly understood how the people adored him. A maestro with a quill, they called him. Never to be mocked, mimicked, or replaced. They worshipped him—their little circus monkey. 

"How are you doing?" Fatou asked over the boisterous voices, though her eyes were still ahead. Adama's eyes cut around the room quickly before returning to the center. She nodded once, "Fine." Short, curt, and to the point. All while being unbelievable. Fatou did not push but instead patted the young woman's knee and crossed a leg over the other. 

The lights dimmed. The voices simmered. Footsteps approached. And the crowd went wild. Adama lifted her eyes.  Before her stood a man she had yet to meet. The Patron de la Scene. He looked like Joseph, with the same rich complexion and dimpled smile. Yet, she expected more. She expected the man she'd seen on flyers around the city with a God-awful powdered wig, pants too tight for his body, and a stoic expression that spoke, "I am too good for you," without his lips parting. But, she saw Joseph. With neatly braided hair that roused gasps and whispers. Lax clothing. A book and quill at his side. Two men in a shared body, but she only saw one. 

She saw his eyes twinkle beneath the lights. This was his element. The stage was his home. "Thank you for joining me tonight," he said once the voices silenced. "The quickest turnaround for a script, I must say, so excuse any error. But..." he paused. He paused, and his eyes scanned the crowd. So many faces. So many faces that weren’t—hers. 

Those beautiful brown eyes stared at him. Her chin tucked against her chest, lips parted as quiet breaths came from them. Finer than the most expensive luxuries he'd owned. Adama Ndiaye. The world's treasure sat three rows from the front, dressed in emerald beside his mother. How could he ever doubt the existence of God now?

Joseph cleared his throat. "But, this play represents a part of me that I have always struggled to share. The part of me you all do not see or choose to ignore. I may be a playwright, a man of the quill, but I will always be the child of a resilient woman who defeated enslavement and whose sacrifices are why I am here." 

He paused, looking out into the crowd, his gaze lingering on her. "Not proud of all that I've done, all that I've said, all that I haven't done, but life is about experiences and how you learn from them. Les Cendres de l'Honour shows the recent experiences of a young man whose life has been turned upside down. Shows how he deals with conflict and all life's unexpected twists and turns. In some battles, he wins, and in others, he loses. How does it all end? We'll see. Enjoy the show, ladies and gentlemen." 

With one last glance, Joseph nodded once, then exited the stage, the roaring applause escorting him as the actors took their places.

Adama did not know what to expect when she entered the theatre. She'd never been to a play. The closest she had been was making up stories in the fields with her brothers and sisters, acting like the brooms were instruments and they were on the world's most significant stage. This, however, was different. Every character embodied who they portrayed.  The makeup, the clothes, the language—each element represented Joseph’s vision, which felt all too familiar to her.

A woman paraded the stage looking like Fatou, a slender finger pointed at a Joseph look-a-like, who stormed away before running into another woman. Rich in complexion and stoic in expression. She was an old friend from some time ago. An old friend who had transitioned into what others may call a lover. This man and this young woman spent time bonding over the arts, sneaking glances at dinner and baring their souls beneath loosely tossed sheets. Until another entered the picture. A siren to deter the captain off course. 

Shipwreck. 

Suddenly, a weight fell on her. Her chest grew tight, her eyes welled with tears, and her head spun like a wheel that fell off its axis. She could barely breathe as the scene shifted. The character, who seemed to represent her, was an outward manifestation of what had occurred behind closed doors. Pain and sorrow latched onto her like a hug from a lover, pulling her into the darkness of her chambers. Part of her wanted to look away. To flee the scene like a criminal. But she couldn't. It was too good, too real. 

Joseph had written this, noted every glance, sigh, and external response to internal turmoil, and bore it to the world. His guilt and regret spilled out through every line and every movement. She wasn’t the only one hurting—he was, too. She saw it now.

Fatou noticed Adama's stiffened posture and the faint tremor in her hand as he gripped the edge of the seat. Her stiff gaze softened as if she knew what it was like to be heartbroken by a man she thought would be different. She did. Fatou gave Adama's hand a light touch before returning her eyes to the stage. 

Adama's mind was a whirlwind. He wasn't hurting because of me. He hurt me because of what he did to me. His art was his apology, confession, and plea for absolution. A flood of emotions washed over her. How could she even begin to process it?

Fatou noticed Adama’s stiffened posture and the faint tremor in her hand as she gripped the edge of her seat. The older woman’s gaze softened as if she understood her daughter's feelings. She gently touched Adama’s arm, an unspoken comfort.

Adama’s mind swirled. He wasn’t hurting because of me. He was hurting because of what he did to me. His art was his apology, his confession, his plea for absolution. A flood of emotions surged in Adama’s chest. How could she even begin to process this?

Adama’s eyes stayed fixed on the stage, though it felt like the world was pulled from under her feet. Joseph had done this to her. But he had also done it for her. Writing had been the voice he’d given himself when his own was muted. And now, through this play, he told the world how much he regretted hurting her. He showed what she could not see in his silence. He was remorseful. And she felt it all.

-

She didn't speak much after the play. There were no words in the Wolof, English, or French dictionaries that could encapsulate the thoughts and emotions of her will. Fatou didn't try to pull words from her bosom when the carriage arrived at the residence. She thanked her lucky stars when she knew Joseph would take a separate carriage. 

She couldn't even think about processing all she felt in his presence. 

When she stepped into the house, she made a bee-line to her quarters, where she stripped out of the corset that sucked the life out of her, flicked off the tight shoes, and plucked the row of jewels off her neck. An exasperated sigh fell from her lips as she threw herself on her bed, staring at the ceiling. 

What had her life become? In just a few months, life as she knew it was turned upon its head and slammed down to shatter in pieces like broken pottery. If only she knew how long it'd take to be repaired. 

She’d talked herself into a bath and warm clothes, though they did nothing to cleanse and soothe the hurt and confusion that warped her mind completely. She settled into a chair she stole from Joseph’s study, legs tucked under herself, as she opened the recent edition of Julius Caesar, a story of ancient betrayal. 

She was fifteen pages deep into the story before being rudely interrupted by a heavy hand tapping against her door. One, two, three knocks. Her eyes cut toward the heavy wood that creaked as it was pushed open. She was equally curious and anxious as she questioned who was behind the door. Fatou would have called her name from the other side of the door; the house staff would have requested Madam Ndiaye to make her presence known. The only person with the audacity to open the door before she provided a response and peaking their head through the door was Joseph. 

She saw the top of his head before his body came into view. Carefully stitched braids appeared behind the door. She returned to her book. She had not the energy to engage with him. The evening had sucked her energy through a straw and refused to return it. 

Joseph's gaze flickered toward Adama. Her back turned, posture stiff. He was audacious. Another chance to make things right isn't what he deserved. Yet, here was was; driven by something deeper than shame, something purer than desire. With a deep breath, he falls to his knees, a movement slow and deliberate, the weight of it sinking into the room.

Adama didn't turn. Didn't acknowledge him. Not yet. Her lips remain pressed in a line. Her only response was a single tear that hit the back of his hand as he palmed her tense knee. 

His mouth opens to say something, but words feel small and inadequate in the face of all he's done. Of the damage he's caused. All seemingly irreversible.

Instead, all that comes out is a soft whisper, a single phrase barely more than a breath: “Forgive me.”

His voice cracked with the rawness of it. The years of silent regret had consumed him whole. He remained there, kneeling, eyes lowered, hands trembling like a pagan before its god, begging for mercy and forgiveness. Could it be so? He didn't know. 

No words follow. No promises or explanations. The room is quiet again, save for the soft, steady rhythm of his breath.

-

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[dreamofjoys]

DAY 5 — Man handling

Characters: Danfeng (HSR), Chevalier (IKEPRI)

C/W: afab/fem reader, manhandling

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♡ 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.

[intoxicated-chan]

❝𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ ✠ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜

Inspired by “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush // Best viewed in dark mode

Shay was scared to admit that he had fallen for Liam’s younger sister, he planned to take his secret to the grave and he succeeded for while until he found you years later, this time, possibly on the opposite sides.

Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader/Assassin Reader, typical Assassin's Creed violence, blood, assassinations, sexual content, death, murder, other tags to be added...

CHAPTERS ↓ Tumblr & AO3 Only

𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✠ ❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ✠ ❝𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬❞

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞

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For your follow celebration, could you do Clavis and Chev reaction to MC asking to be bred, please?

And congratulations on the milestone!

Thank you for the ask! I hope this quenches your thirst!

400 Follower Celebration

Smut/NSFW Headcanon prompt: Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitors: ikepri Clavis & Chevalier

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, breeding, PIV

Clavis

“I…I wanna be bred.”

Clavis blinks as he looks down at you, lying beneath him. He had been teasing you sweetly, coaxing you into telling him your deepest desires. And when you finally blurted out what you really wanted…well it wasn’t what he had been expecting.

You blush and look away. “I knew I shouldn’t have said it…”

Clavis’s hand is on your cheek, guiding your gaze back to his. “Don’t feel ashamed for asking for what you want, little bunny.” He assures you. “I was just surprised…pleased, but surprised.”

Your eyes widen. “Pleased?”

Clavis grins at you and nods. “Yes. If you want to be my little breeding bunny, then I am happy to indulge you.” The next thing you know, your legs are up by your head and Clavis is pushing his cock deep into you.

You gasp and moan at just how DEEP he is. “Cl-Clavis…”

Clavis grins at you as he rests his hands on your thighs and gives them a squeeze. “Don’t worry little bunny, I’ll breed you. Fill you up until you think you can’t take it anymore.” He tells you. “And then this beast will fill you again and again, until I’m certain your womb is full.”

Clavis proceeds to pound into you until you are both cumming. He spends the night moving you into position after position, pumping you with load after load until you are both utterly spent. He wraps his arms around you, holding you from behind, his cock still buried within you. “We’ll sleep like this tonight, little bunny. Keep my cum in you.” He says, kissing your shoulder.

You hadn’t expected this reaction from him when you’d first admitted what you wanted…but you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying it.

Chevalier

“I…I want to be bred.”

Chevalier looks up from his book at you, his eyes sharp as a predator’s. He had been wanting you to be more honest with your desires. So he had devised a plan to get you to tell him, swearing not to touch you until you told him exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t even made it a day before you were finally confessing…not that Chev didn’t already know. He always knew. But his desire was for you to voice your own.

Chevalier closes his book and rises from the chair elegantly. He walks towards you until he is standing directly in front of you, blue eyes staring down at you. “Do you know what you’re asking, simpleton?”

You swallow, but nod. “Yes.” You can feel your heart rate picking up.

Chevalier grins. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, simpleton.” Before you even know what’s happening, Chev has you on the bed, face down, ass up, his hands gripping your hips and his cock buried deep inside you.

Your moans seem to echo off the walls with each thrust from your brutal beast lover. “A simpleton…like you…is perfect…for breeding.” He groans as he pumps you full.

Once he’s finished, he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back, lifting your hips up off the bed only to bury himself into you once again, fucking his cum back into you. “You’re not to lose a single drop.” He tells you, making you moan.

Chevalier continues to pump you with load after load, painting your walls white. “I’ll make sure you’re bred.” He whispers into your ear as he pushes you into a mating press once more. “I’ll fill you up and make sure you don’t waste a single drop.”

It appears Chevalier enjoys “breeding” as much if not more than you. You weren’t getting any rest that night.

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