#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.

[randonauticrap]

The Loving Beast

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 1798

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

Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it bother you?"

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

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

"How long?"

"Several weeks."

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

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

"What is it?"

"It is foolish."

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

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

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

~

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

[nightghoul381]

WHEW that was some tasty Chev right there.... I was hooked right away but I had to take a second when you mentioned he used the ice on himself I was like 👀 Fuck that's hot....

Well I was planning on maybe having a chill day today after what you made me do yesterday but... nope I don't think my mind will be emerging from the gutter any time soon.... Grazie

A Night Too Hot for Sleeping

↬  🧊 ❝ It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work.❞ On a night too hot for sleeping, Chevalier leaves the bed to prepare his plan for cooling off the two of you. And he tells you to wait for him naked.

Chevalier Michel x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Ice Play; Temperature Play; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Neck Kissing; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,060 • masterlist

a/n: for darling @aquagirl1978 <3 Hope you enjoy ~ Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 11: A night too hot for sleeping & prompt 10: Hot skin + Cold sensations

It's too hot to sleep tonight.

In the act of throwing the covers off your body, your hand accidentally bumps into Chevalier's on the other side of the bed.

Oh no. Worried that you startled him in his sleep, you freeze for a second, listening to his breathing - but he surprises you in turn, breaking the dead silence of the hot summer night.

"So you too can't sleep."

Seeing right through you is perhaps not such a difficult task for Chevalier when you've shown one too many signs. But while you were tossing around, turning in various positions to seek after the imaginary coldness on the bedsheets where the heat of your body hasn't touched, you thought Chevalier was sleeping. Turns out, he's once again the wiser one, remaining completely still even in his troubled awakeness so as to not produce more body heat in useless movement.

You mutter a hum of assent. "It's awfully hot these days. Might as well give up on sleeping and do something productive instead..."

Chevalier produces a breathy noise that can be both interpreted as a rare show of annoyance towards the smoldering temperatures, and... a tiny sneer.

"You're starting to sound like me, simpleton. But it's futile. The heat would get in the way of your concentration."

Staring at the barely visible contours of the intricate design of the ceiling above, you frown a little at the accent he put on the word you. Right, of course, this won't be a problem for him. But the facts are that he's right here in bed with you, not seated at his desk busying himself with things more productive.

"Instead we can do something to cool ourselves off and attempt to get rest tonight."

You blink at the implication, hazy mind beginning to go through the options once again. Before your mouth can open for a suggestion, the king-size bed whispers a soft creak as Chevalier lifts his weight off the mattress, telling you he'll be returning in a bit.

And to wait for him naked.

You understimulated the difficulty of the task Chevalier left you with. Granted, he's seen every millimeter of your naked flesh, has studied it like a battle map and has familiarized himself with every curve and edge. You're aware of that, and the hint of embarrassment serves only to annoy, in the form of an additional layer of heat on your cheeks. Illogical but sure to gradually fade the less you think about it.

You have a bigger problem. A big, wet problem between your legs.

Chevalier had taught your body to get wet for him upon asking you to strip. Now completely nude, you remove your shaky fingers from between your legs with the liquid proof of that shocking realization. There wasn't as much as a hint of anything suggestive about to take place in this bed upon his arrival, yet here you are, waiting for him ready for something that's not gonna happen.

Your embarrassment suddenly makes more sense, and now you have to deal with two pestering, irritating sensations ruling over your body at once.

The bedroom doors are pushed open and the noise startles you, even if you've been expecting to hear it any second now. Chevalier doesn't bother casting any light upon the bed as he makes his way to it.

"It would be best if you lie on your stomach for this."

Another wave of arousal coils in the pit of your belly as you comply.

The darkness is not on your side as it allows you to make out Chevalier's gaze but not the contents of the tray in his hands. He sets it aside as he begins to take off his own sleepwear behind you where you can't see. He could be down to full nakedness just like you, your mind already vividly painting the picture.

"Brace yourself, this might surprise you."

What will? Hands grasping the sheets, you gulp as your throat dries and your senses sharpen up with anticipation.

Chevalier's warm hand takes hold of the sole of your left foot, as if to keep it in place and prevent sudden movements. Your curiosity is eating you up inside.

Then you feel it. Shocking stimuli of freezing coldness on your ankle, making your whole body shiver.

"Ice..." You gasp out, finally unveiling the mysterious sensation Chevalier inflicted on your body.

You can hear the smirk in his voice as he replies with a single word.

"Correct."

Just as you get used to the welcomed coldness, Chevalier moves to your other ankle, rubbing the ice cube there too.

Barely touching the skin, he traces along the length of your leg and he arrives at the back of your knee and presses it there.

You gasp out your surprise, shoving your head in the pillow to prevent any other such noises from escaping because of how embarrassing it would seem to fall for the same trick thrice, and you can't help it. The fold of your knee is so, so sensitive, and the strong sensation makes good use of it. Chevalier explains, as if reading your thoughts.

"It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work."

You had no intentions of doing anything but. You feel the melted ice stream down your skin to soak into the bedsheet and Chevalier replaces it with a new one when he moves to your other knee.

His fingertips are icy as he holds your wrist flush to the bed, even if you've gotten used to the startling sensation and are doing your best at remaining still. You love that he insists on holding you.

The crooks of your elbows receive the same chilling treatment. His next command is for you to prop up on your elbows, so that he can have a better reach of your neck. It's a spot you anticipated, pulsing with heat, and thankfully he doesn't neglect it.

The rivulets of cold water make their way down the valley of your breasts, and for a second you think the position doesn't allow for Chevalier to see them. You're surprised when he traces them with a finger.

"Are you feeling colder now?"

Holding your position with only your lower body rested flush against the bed, you suck on your lip. In order to reach all your spots, Chevalier had moved on top of you, his muscular bare thighs straddling your own legs.

"I... Yes. Thank you."

"Liar."

Ice-cold fingertips trace along your spine, sending a strong shiver. They arrive at your backside, downwards, and then directly at the crux of your nethers.

"This place is burning hot. Why is that?"

Chevalier collects your slick, and you can't see him but you can visualize him stretching it between his fingers for a better look. You have no answer, the only thing escaping past your lips an embarrassing whine.

"Looks like the heat has gotten to your head. No need to answer me."

Chevalier's fingers ghost past your center, and you moan as they make contact with your burning folds. The temperature difference is stimulating you more than you want to admit, and you lower yourself down so you can arch your hips instead. You can't help it, you want more.

Chevalier enters you with two fingers in a familiar gesture of making sure you're stretched out and ready, his ministrations devoid of any means to bring pleasure in the current moment and instead loaded with promise of drowning you in it later. You hear the faint noise of his fingernails scraping against the food tray and water drops hitting the surface. Your eyes open wide.

A low, guttural grunt comes from behind you as you're left with the pulse drumming in your ears, insides clenching as you lay open and ready. Soon you understand what made Chevalier produce that sound.

As he pushes in, your body is sent in shocking yet pleasurable tremors - the man above you is quick to capture your wrists and hold you in place as he slowly slides home. He'd used the ice on his raging arousal in order to make that first thrust euphoric for you. And it's exactly that. He makes sure to go in deeper at a slow pace, gradually stretching you out so you can feel everything, one millimeter at a time - until he bottoms out and lets the sensation be enjoyed to its very end, by both of you.

The smoldering temperature of your core quickly consumes the coldness, but the pleasure only builds up. Chevalier envelopes your body from behind completely, keeping you prone underneath him as he seeks your neck. His lips find your pulse point, where the ice kissed your skin previously, and hastily overwrites it with kisses of his own. Sensation in reverse, Chevalier's mouth is hot on your freshly chilled neck, and you find that just as stimulating. He's been inside you for only a couple of thrusts yet your body already sings with approaching climax.

"Let me hear you."

You grasp the sheets harder, knuckles turning white, and abandon your last remains of decency as you let Chevalier hear what he's doing to you. His content grunt is barely audible under your own sounds yet unmistakable as it makes your insides convulse around his thick length.

Chevalier plows into you at a fast, rewarding pace, fucking you into the mattress until you're a puddle of pleasure, the only thing preventing your body from being completely limp and pliant being the growing need for release that makes you all spasms and tightening muscles and desperate sounds. Chevalier doesn't tease; at this point you'll get what you want, and perhaps that's exactly what he wants, as well. Still, with your position preventing you from clinging onto him, you're completely at his mercy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the hot night, and Chevalier's thrusts grow frantic, making you lose control. You scream his name out loud and throw yourself at the consuming fire, climaxing hard around Chevalier, sucking him deeper in as each wave of pleasure rocks through your body.

Chevalier holds you down through it all, fucking into you to hear another scream, and another, letting all that he hears, and sees, and feels, inevitably bring him to the edge of his own climax. Until he tips over.

Holding you by the shoulders, he bottoms out in you harshly, hitting your deepest parts and spilling his semen there. Making you feel it paint your insides white; seconds becoming eternity until he thrusts again, just as deeply, and again and again, until your walls milk every last drop of him.

You can only compare it to the rumbling purr of a large tiger when he contently pulls his length out of you to watch his cum leak out of your hole, aftershocks of pleasure sending shivers down your body and likely he feels it too.

You don't know how Chevalier resists the urge to plop down on the bed all spent and glowing with satisfaction, but there he is, tending to your body instead. He cleans you with a wet cloth that interestingly was on the same tray he brought into the room. Which makes you remember...

"The ice must have melted already... You couldn't use it on yourself... I'm sorry."

Without missing a beat, Chevalier carefully finishes up cleaning you, letting out a small huff.

"You needn't worry about that. A small exercise like that naturally helps with both regulating body heat and bettering the quality of sleep."

Finally feeling the mattress dip again with Chevalier's weight, you relax and observe how right he is about it all. Even after what you just did, you don't feel all that hot. It's mostly dark, but you can still see the contours of his chiseled face as he lays his head on the pillow.

You suck on your bottom lip in thought.

"So we could just do that since the beginning?"

Realizing what you just said, you feel the embarrassment creep on your cheeks once again, and even though it's hot, you still feel like hiding your face under the covers. Chevalier holds your gaze with an unmistakable little smirk that tells you volumes about exactly why he chose not to just do that since the beginning.

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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

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Day 16 ➤ Vouyeurism ♡ Jingyuan (HSR)

Day 17 ➤ Orgasm Control ♡ Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 18 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 19 ➤ Body Worship ♡ Zayne (LADs)

Day 20 ➤ Corruption ♡ Sunday (HSR)

Day 21 ➤ Monster Fucking ♡ Malleus (Twst)

THREESOME SERIES

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

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

Day 24 ➤ Oviposition ♡ Neuvilette & Zhongli (Genshin)

Day 25 ➤ Deepthroating ♡ Jingyuan & Blade (HSR)

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

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

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

Day 29 ➤ Oviposition ♡ DanHeng & DanFeng (HSR)

GANGBANG / DRAGON SERIES

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

Day 30 ➤ Sex Toys

Day 31 ➤ Hunter & Prey

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

[omkookie]

"It will just take some time now"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It will just take some time now"

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

A child would chain you to him for life.

[rjthirsty]

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.

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this



[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…”

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani. If you want to be added/removed just send me a msg.

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

[dododrawsstuff]

Pairing: Chevalier/ Melinda (OC)

Word count: 1800 ish, idk remember the exact number

CW: it's pegging, basically PWP (with feelings)

The writing is bad, I'm not a writer, you have been warned 🫵 and I did not revise it, bc I can't read what I write without cringing

MDNI

The day couldn't pass any slower, Melinda thinks to herself. She feels almost impatient after exiting the foreign affairs room, where Chevalier must still be busy writing on documents. She wanted to give him some of the sweets she had baked earlier (with the guidance of Yves, they turned way better than her previous attempts) “I hope they are to your liking” she finally speaks after he kept looking at her without touching any of the sweets placed in front of him, she almost felt her heart drop at the thought he hated them so much he wouldn't even taste one, but as she observed him, she understood the meaning behind his gaze, he wanted her to feed him the sweets.

“You could've asked” she mumbled as she picked one from the pile and brought it to his lips. She watched as he finished the entire thing and her chest flooded with a warm feeling, gosh, he looked so cute, and it was praise enough to her baking skills that he finished the entire sweet.

Their tender moment was interrupted as a soldier entered the room to report something Melinda didn't really paid attention. But just as she was turning to leave and let him work, her eyes widened when they caught a glimpse of his neck that he exposed to her by pulling the high collar of his shirt slightly down, exposing the gold choker he was wearing. She covered her cheeks with her hands to hide blush and bolted out of the office.

Just remembering that scene that happened earlier make her heart almost jump out of her chest. Melinda knows what it means, of course she knows, they agreed on that code after the first time she pegged him. If Chevalier was in the mood to be topped by her, he would wear the gold choker she picked for him. Of course she could refuse when she wasn't in the mood, but how could she refuse him in any way? Especially when it was a rare chance of seeing him expose a more vulnerable side to her, the expressions he made, reserved for that moment, only for her eyes to see, the way he hugged her as if he never wanted to let her go, the way his cock twitched slightly when- Melinda cuts herself off before she becomes overwhelmed, she can already feel the hotness on her cheeks.

The rest of the day passed both in a blur and in slow motion, and finally, the evening came and she knocks on the door to his room. She enters after hearing hearing an affirmative and feels the gush of hot air on her face as it tries to leave the room, the scent of roses so characteristic of him fills her nostrils, a scent that she has come to love and represent security to her. Now it also filled her with desire, desire for him, his warmth, his firm embrace, the lovely expressions meant only for her.

Chevalier appears out of the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening with some water droplets he didn't bother to dry in his rush to be done, so uncharacteristic of him. “He looks beautiful, but again, when does Chevalier doesn't look beautiful?” Mel thinks to herself.

Only then Melinda notices the golden accessory on his neck, how she didn't see it before baffles her, but she doesn't pay much mind to it. Without thinking, her body takes her closer to Chevalier, until they're so close she can feel the heat radiating from his body and his scent is the only thing she can smell.

“Did you have a tough day?” As she makes the question, her hand cup his cheek, which he promptly nuzzles slightly, her eyes soften and she feels butterflies in her stomach. “Do I have to have a reason to desire my beautiful partner?” He teases her, making her blush.

“N-no no, not really… it's just…” she stumbles over her words, unable to properly convey what she means, but he knows, Chevalier always knows, so he only chuckles and kisses her lips gently as if telling Melinda he understands what she wanted to say.

Mel promptly responds to the kiss and deepens it, invading Chevalier’s mouth with her tongue. She feels slightly proud when he groans in a low voice. She can already feel his hard on pressed on her lower belly through her dress and his towel, feeling a little brave, Melinda grabs his ass and is rewarded with another groan. They stumble to the bed in the middle of the room, still kissing, and Chevalier lays down with his legs parted so he could accommodate Mel between them, the knot of the towel that was hugging his waist undone by their movements, exposing his erection to the cold air of the night. Beautiful, with a bit of pre cum leaking from the pink tip, she almost wants to change plans just so she could feel his length fill her up.

“We can do that if you want” He brings her back from her thoughts, seemingly reading her mind, as he always did. “No, today is all about you” she smiles at him and pecks his lips “I won't let you lift a single finger” she whispers in his ear and makes a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. He only huffs in response, a smirk present in his face. She knows Chev’s enjoying it by the way his breathing is just a tiny bit more irregular than normal, the way his cock twitches when she suck a little harder on his neck and most of all, the heat in his eyes as he looks at her.

“You can mark me all you want” even when he’s the bottom he still manages to tease her relentlessly, this time by tilting his head to give Melinda more access to his neck while smirking at her, almost as a challenge that she responded by intensifying her attention to that area. Gosh, Chevalier would never say it out loud, but he loved when Melinda felt confident enough to act like this.

After a while of marking his neck with kisses and even some bites, she grabs a little vial, on the drawer of the nightstand, with a viscous substance that resembles modern lube and pours a generous amount on her fingers, the substance felt cool in contrast to her feverish body. When she brings her index finger to Chevalier's entrance, it twitches slightly due to the coldness of the lube, she circles her fingers around the ring of muscles, almost massaging it. She can see the way his cock leaks, a small puddle of pre cum forming on his belly, and Melinda stares at him, face slightly flushed, hair disheveled, his eyes burning with heat, she can tell he wants her to enter him already, but she’s too busy trying to burn that image into her memory.

After what feels an eternity to Chevalier, she finally inserts a finger in his hole, his eyes close and a satisfied sigh escape his lips. Once Melinda makes sure he is comfortable she starts to move her fingers, searching for a specific spot. She knows she have found it when Chevalier's face contorts into a frown, his hands gripping the sheets and his legs parting a bit more. Then she keeps focused in trying to find that place with as much precision as she can manage.

She inserts another finger and then another, still focused in pleasuring him as much as possible, his reactions -subtle if it was someone else there observing them, but major for her, after spending so much time together with him, trying to absorb as much information about him as possible- that she almost misses when he says “it's enough”

“What?” She replies, after realizing he told her something “It’s enough” he repeats “fuck me already” her cheeks feel hot after the direct and shameless word he said, but she moves to grant his wish, she could tease him, she ponders, but not today. He groans when her fingers are removed from him, his hole clenching around nothing as she reaches for the same drawer the vial was stored in to take out a strap on - the dildo significantly smaller than his cock, small enough not to hurt him when they first started but enough to reach all of his good points to the point of his curling his toes and arching his back.

After fumbling in her haste to put on the strap, she pours a generous amount of lube on the dildo and lines it with his entrance, then she enters him slowly, agonizingly slow in Chevalier’s opinion, which makes him hug her waist with his legs and forces her to be completely inside him in one thrust. A throaty moan leaves him as his back arches.

“Chev! Why did you do that!?? What if I hurt you?” She tries to move to get the strap out of him, but his legs keep her in place “Do you seriously think this would hurt me? I’ve dealt with worse pain” he says nonchalant

“Doesn't mean you're not feeling pain, I- I don't want to hurt you!” She replies frantic, but his chuckle makes her stare at Chevalier dumbfounded “Are you still afraid of that? I told you, you’ll never hurt me” he cups her cheek and kisses her lips, her expression and contracted shoulders relaxing. “Thank you” her voice soft, almost a whisper. After recomposing herself she begins to move, trying to hit his sweet spot in every change she has and succeeding most of the time, judging by the way he’s grabbing the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white and by the low moans escaping him whenever she hits his prostate in a particular way.

Melinda uses her hand to masturbate Chevalier and after that it’s not long until he comes undone, him cum reaching his belly and chest, she continues thrusting into him as he’s climaxing, finally pulling out of him with a wet sound. Then she takes the strap out and leaves it on the floor besides the bed -she could clean it up in the morning- and using the towel on the bed to clean Chev up before climbing in the bed again and laying with her head on his chest, his scent calming to her.

It happens so fast that Melinda doesn't even have the time to process it, but when she notices, her back is pressed on the bed and Chevalier is between her legs, a smirk on his face “Now, I think it's my turn, Meli”

It would still be a long night for them, Melinda though.

[writingwhimsey]

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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[cherryxblossxms]

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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[randonauticrap]

Did this almost immediately become one of my favorite Chevalier smuts? Ohhh yeahhh.

Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please

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

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"…Where did you get this book from?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahh! Ohh…"

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

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

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

"Turn around and hold into the armrests."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t even have to ask.

"Che…va…lier…!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A Valentine's day tradition?"

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

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

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DAY 5 — Man handling

Characters: Danfeng (HSR), Chevalier (IKEPRI)

C/W: afab/fem reader, manhandling

Please read my main masterlist post before proceeding

Kinktober Masterlist

♡ Danfeng (HSR) ♡

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

♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI) ♡

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

“O-oh Chevalier, I-it’s too much-“

“I know, Simpleton.”

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

[omkookie]

⌕:IKEMEN PRINCE UNIT

⌕ : RIO'S VERY OWN LIBRARY. ෆ

YANDERE

Yandere Gilbert HCs

You're finally his / GILBERT

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

Make you mine. / Gilbert

Yandere Silvio HCs

Yandere Gilbert / NONCON ⚠️

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

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

Yandere Licht

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

Where has he done wrong? / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

It will just take some time now / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

Kinda SFW

Chevalier adopts a child

You fight a raccoon / Rio, Gilbert, Keith

Vengeance / Gilbert, Chevalier x MC

Jealous Keiths

Queen Michel

⌕ : Seriel's misery masterlist

ANGST

Belle gets badly hurt + Leon's faction

Belle gets badly hurt + Chevalier's faction

SMUT

threesome with Keith Silvo and Gilbert

gilbert and keith thirst

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

Good boys cum / Keith

Pussy hungry Silvio

catboy Silvio

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

18 + !!! NSFW

Chapter 13 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: a fuck ton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he kissed you.

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

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

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

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

"What are you s..."

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

"It does not matter what I want"

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

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

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

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

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

"Gilbert is not-"

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

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

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

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

"You said the choice was mine"

"So you shouldn't waste it"

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

"That much is clear"

"Do you love me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chevalier your wou-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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