#chevalier smut

[toloveawarlord]

♥ Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Fem!Reader

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 16: Window/Balcony

♥ Warnings: smut; semi-public;

♥ wc: 1k

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

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

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

A trip to the seaside nation seemed reasonable enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd never cared for physical touch before.

Now, he craved you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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

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[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.

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[maries-gallery]

Day ?? of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

PROMPT: NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR,

genre: fluff (if you squint), nsfw, mdni

warnings: dirty talk, variation of doggy style, dacryphilia, praise kink, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

wordcount: 1k

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

For more content like this, check the masterlist

You’re a tease. A terrible one at that, who should have known better than to play with your husband’s nerves. 

Honestly Chevalier doesn’t know what you were thinking, showing up to his office in nothing but a light nightdress, the thin fabric giving him a sinful outline of your pert nipples and the short hem giving him a sweet taste of your bare core. 

Surely you must have known what you were doing, because there was no way you’d be as naive as to play with fire and hope not to get burned. Because whilst most people thought Chevalier made of ice, around you he breathed nothing but passionate flames and inspired nothing but fire. 

“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, the hints of a smirk on his lips as he gazes at you. 

“Me? Nothing. I’m simply here to wish you good night.” You say with a grin that has his heart swelling, your eyes glinting with mischievous intent. You know exactly what you are doing, naughty simpleton that you are. 

He watches you slipping out of his office, your scent still embracing his senses and beguiling him to your side. Amusement dances in his eyes, clear blue shadowed by flaming desire. 

You wouldn’t be able to complain about this one. And if you did, he’d be proud to remind you of how you brought this upon yourself. 

You’re on the bed, ass up in the air and chest flat against the mattress as Chevalier pounds into you from behind. A hot tear pearls down your cheek as his merciless thrusts push you forward, his hand clamped on your mouth to muffle your pathetic moans and cries of his name. 

He’s rough, knocking the air out of your lungs with every slam of his hips against yours, eager to see just how long you can last without screaming his name. 

You always try so hard to keep quiet for your son whose bedroom lies just beside yours, biting your lower lip to repress any moan that threatens to spill out of you. 

And as much as Chevalier adores how caring you are for your child, he loves how it only takes his cock drilling inside of you for you to break and sing for him, any thought thrown out of the window as your cries pierce through the silence of the night. 

He leans over you, firm chest against your back as his hot breath fans over the heated skin of your nape. Merciless as he pushes his cock deeper inside of you, stretching you out for him and carving his love inside of you. 

He smirks as you whimper in his embrace. 

“Tu aimes ça, n'est-ce pas ? Devoir rester silencieuse pour ne pas le réveiller alors que je te baise.” (You like it, don't you? Having to keep quiet for our son when I fuck you?) He whispers in your ear, as he ruts his hips against yours, enjoying how it only takes him the right angle and his cock nudging at your sweetest spot for your eyes to cross. 

You can only nod, silenced by his hand and lost to the warmth coiling in your stomach. Thoughts blur and sentences jumble in your head. You flutter around him as the meaning of his words dawn on you. His pants and the slap of his balls against your clit the only thing you can hear through the daze of your pleasure. 

“Tu me prends si bien.” (You take me so well) He groans, on the verge of tumbling down his release. And your desire pools inside of you at the sinful edge to his voice, for Chevalier never groans or grunts, never betrays any sign of vulnerability, apart from when he’s buried deep between your folds and about to give him the fruits of his release. 

But he can’t have that, because Chevalier insists on you coming first, for the sole purpose of watching you lose control as your limbs quiver with the flashes of your release. 

His arm snakes around your waist, fingers trailing down your stomach and flicking over your clit. Electricity jolts through your veins as his thumb dances on your bud, sparks of white flying in your vision as you climb up the ropes of pleasure. 

“Tu vas jouir pour moi, n’est-ce pas ?” (You're going to cum for me, right?) He questions and you have half a mind to nod again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheathes himself all the way inside of you. “Answer me.” 

He knows it takes all your strength for you to formulate a coherent answer and keep your voice even. He doesn’t care, he likes to taste the pleasure stuttering on your tongue. 

“Ye-Yes! Mmhm- so close!” You cry in a wanton moan, “Don-Don’t stop!” 

Oh, he has no intention in stopping, not when you’re so close and your walls flutter around him. Instead his fingers tease at your sensitive clit some more, in pace with his thrusts. 

“Bonne- Ngh- fille.” (Good girl) His words trail down your skin and send a shiver up your spine just as you reach your high. Your jaw falling in a silent cry of his name as dots of hot white pleasure crowd your vision. 

His arms tighten around you, holding you up against him as your pleasure ripples through you, a grunt rumbling through his chest as your walls clamp down on his cock and coax his own orgasm out of him.

His hips stutter with one final thrust, sheathing his cock deep between your folds and painting your insides white with his release. Pulling out just in time for a cry from your three year old to ring through the house. 

With a soft smile he gets out of bed and leans over, placing a tender kiss to your brow as he buttons up his shirt and puts on his underwear. 

“I’ll take care of him. You rest and go to sleep.” 

With that he steps out of your room and into the bedroom of your son. And after a few seconds the crying stops, instead replaced by the gentle voice of your husband as he sings your child back to sleep. 

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[xxsycamore]

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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[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



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[annaliessse]

I can't believe I procrastinated for a week before finishing this. I wasn't able to begin writing Yves because, unlike other amazing writers, I can't really work on multiple WIPs at once. I'm way too dumb for that.

Anyway, enjoy some Chev smut.

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, semi-public sex

𝕬 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

word count: 850

Chevalier noticed your hesitation when entering the throne room. He found it confusing for during your time as Belle you had no problem with the said room. When he noticed you eyeing the empty spot beside his throne, it was then that he knew you were letting your mind get the better of you again.

So, one afternoon, when all petitions have been heard and all documents signed, he invited you into the quiet space. You were sat on his lap as he reads a report from Sariel. With nothing much to do, you direct your attention to your teacher’s familiar handwriting.

But Chevalier has already read the document. And his intention for inviting you today is not solely to seek your closeness.

“You’ve been avoiding the throne room.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He snickers. “You are worried about becoming Rhodolite’s future queen. And this throne room is a reminder of all the responsibilities you have accepted once you agreed to be my fiancé.”

His hand begins to slowly trail up your right thigh and he smirks at your hitched breath. Then, he begins to stroke your leg through the fabric of your skirt, his awkward touch enough to set your whole body aflame.

“I’m sorry, King Chevalier.”

“I don’t need your apology. All I need is for you to do something about it.”

He begins to stroke your clothed wetness, your skirt bunching around your hips. With each touch, he becomes rougher, and Chevalier feels you slightly shaking in his hold.

“But that is something I can help you with. After all, I can’t have my queen afraid of her own crown.”        

He plunges two fingers inside you and you moan, before hurriedly clamping your mouth with your hands, muffling the sultry whimpers that escape your lips.

“Chevalier, someone might see us."

You grip the armrests hard, knuckles white as you try to prevent yourself from humping his fingers. He sees you eyeing the closed door, aware that at any second anyone can enter. Chevalier doesn’t care; instead, he pulls your blouse and skirts off, leaving you naked and squirming in his lap.

“I am only teaching you to be comfortable with being in the throne room.”

“And how is this going to help, exactly?”

“With what I’m going to do to you, you would be too distracted to dwell too much on the politics happening in this room.” His hand moves faster, and you finally relent, thrusting up to meet his fingers. “Every time you sign a document, every time you meet a noble, and every time you listen to a citizen, all you’re going to think is the way I fucked you in this room.”

Without you noticing, Chevalier has already unzipped his pants, his cock nudging your wet entrance. You rub against him, his length slipping easily between your folds with how wet you are. He cups your breast and feels your heart beat faster, eyes constantly wandering towards the unlocked door.

Chevalier sighs, then stops. “But then again, I wouldn’t want you to forget your responsibilities and the importance of the decisions made in this room.”

In a fluid motion, he lifts you up and places you gently on the carpeted floor. Your thighs clamp together, and Chevalier’s lips lift slightly upon seeing the frustrated desperation in your eyes. Your hands were clenching and unclenching as if reaching for him, and when he stands up to zip his pants, you push him back down on the throne and straddle him.

“I thought you were worried about someone seeing us.”

Your eyes blazing, you look at him as you align his cock with your entrance. “Do I look like I care right now?”

And with that, he enters you, and you moan as you feel yourself widen to accommodate his wide girth. Chevalier leans forward, sucking your nipple and you lean your head backward, dizzy at the different sensations of pleasure. Chevalier doesn’t wait and begins thrusting into you hard. He gave it to you rough and fast, and your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you into incoherency.

“I’m going to have a throne made for you by the time we are wed. You will make decisions as a queen and I expect nothing less from the woman I have chosen.”

Chevalier feels you clench around him, your eyes rolling over a tell-tale sign that you’re about to cum. He thrusts faster until you were nothing more than a mindless doll on top of him. He doubts you even register what he is saying.

“But I do not want you to stress. So, every time you want to take a break from your responsibilities, you can always think about the way I defiled you in Rhodolite’s most sacred room.”

When you cum, your moans can be heard from outside the throne room. It stops Yves in his tracks, just as he was about to turn the knob to report to Chevalier. He hurriedly leaves, and when he turns the next corner, Licht worries at his brother’s alarmingly red face.

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[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.

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I’m sure this is out in the ether somewhere (and would love it if somebody left a link) but Chevalier eating Emma out on the throne… that’s all.

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[randonauticrap]

🔑What is the key to my heart? Post a WIP for WIP Wednesday! 🔑

Hello anon! Sorry I'm late for WIP Wednesday, but I hope the spiciness makes up for it! Here's a Chevalier smut snippet:

Minors DNI: Smut under the cut

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He slowed his pace to a near torturous degree and you did all you could not to writhe against him desperately. His porcelain skin was bathed in a thin layer of sweat, and the only thing that kept you from rutting your hips up into his was how much you knew he was struggling to keep this snail-like pace. You could see the concentration in his eyes, intent on not letting you win; intent on keeping control. Had you not been in this position countless times, you never would have seen it, instead allowing the intense pleasure to take you over. But you knew him now. And you knew just how to drive him wild. So, instead of moving, you put your muscles to work and clenched around him everytime he was deep within you. You could see his frustration building, and his resolve breaking.

“Fuck me, Chevalier.” you finally challenged, and with a guttural groan, he caved to your wishes and rammed into you, snapping his hips into yours so loudly that it echoed off the panes of glass on the open window. He held you tight to him, rutting into you as you moaned his name loudly into the night. 

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[omkookie]

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬." ♡

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut... yandere, cheating, incest.

• 🩷 Suitors... - Gilbert, Chevalier.

He brushes back your beautiful dark locks, his fingers carefully running through your hair as he caresses your head and allows his hand to fall to the nape of your neck. The cold air freezes in your lungs as he gives your neck a light squeeze, his fingers applying the gentlest pressure to it as you lean forward to kiss him. Your hands roam his body, slowly heating him up even if you're grabbing and tugging off whatever clothing was left on him. You hurriedly stripped him before you gripped his back tightly, your fingernails digging into his skin and leaving red marks in their wake, to imprint in the soft flesh there as you claw him roughly.

He fucked himself into you, making you clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle your moan of his name. Some of the material on the desk below you falls to the floor, knocked down by your movements.

You hug him closer as you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his rich calming scent and trying to ground yourself as you hold him sweetly. His cock steadily dragged against your plush walls as he angled his hips to thrust deeper into you. ‘’You love your big brother right? more than Chevalier.’’ He flashed you a smile as he panted, his hips hitting yours as he picked up the pace. Pounding even rougher into you and feeling your walls clench around him, your arousal seeped down between your legs while he rubbed your clit hurriedly so that you could both finish before somebody came into the room.

You heard a knight passing by the room you were in, his rough footsteps echoing loudly outside.

Gilbert didn’t want to have to kill anybody in front of you. He wanted to save you from witnessing such an ugly sight... He tugged your eye patch off, revealing your beautiful shiny blue eye, and the jewel like blood-red one matching his very own...

"No one will ever love you like your brother does." He whispers before sealing your lips in a kiss.

"Now go. I'm sure your husband Chevalier is waiting for you."

He pulls you into his room, uncaring about his wife who sleeps in his bed peacefully. You stumble and hold yourself up on his desk, your palms pressing against the hard wood to prevent yourself from falling.

Chevalier comes behind you and mercilessly yanks your skirt up ‘’Chevalier!!’’ You call out his name in protest, ‘’Don’t you dare! Your wife is right there… what if she wakes up?!’’ You whispered whilst your brows furrowed in unease. You didn’t want to get caught, and you didn’t want to take a risk as big as this one...

A smirk makes its way onto his face as a simple ‘’Don’t worry’’ Leaves his lips before his mouth crashes against yours, and your lips move against one another. His tongue enters your mouth to ravish you while he tugs his glove off. He then pulls your underwear to the side and presses a finger into your wet entrance making you whimper quietly, and nervously glance back at his bed where his wife lies… still asleep. An odd thrill fills you as he kisses you again holds you gently in his embrace, making your heart melt.

He grabs you by your thighs and raises you over his desk, setting you atop the edge of it where he can take you easily.

While his fingers tease and prepare you, you bite your lip, trying to silence yourself in fear of making a single noise because you’re too afraid of his wife catching you like this. He chuckles at you, giving you his cocky smirk as he pushes his length into you all at once. You nearly scream at the sudden intrusion as he stretches you out so quickly, and he clamps his hand over your mouth. ‘’Shh, you don’t want to get caught, Do you?’’ He whispers teasingly, making you want to smack him for putting you into a position like this.

You nervously look back at his wife, and finally notice that she is in fact awfully pale… Even dead-looking… ‘’Is she okay?’’ You ask Chevalier in concern. He cups your cheek in his palm before answering, ‘’She’s dead.’’

Your blue eyes widen in shock at his words as he brushes your blonde hair back…

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ALRIGHT, HEAR ME OUT.

I know it's been done before (looking at you, @aquagirl1978 ), but this concept makes me FERAL. Topping Chevalier. Bracing your palms against his pecs as you rub his hard cock between your folds, sliding up and down him, rolling your hips, while he struggles to stay still under you, because he promised his simpleton that it was her turn.

❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❦

PLEASE L, YOU SENT THE ASK! THE IMAGES RUNNING IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW ARE NOT A JOKE DRFTSDTYGHDJKR

YOUR BRAIN IS A GENIUS FOR THIS!

AND ANON! Please I couldn't add your idea to this because THESE JUST GO SO WELL TOGETHER! LIKE COCK WARMING WITH CHEVALIER YES! BUT THIS TIME YOU ARE THE ONE TEASING HIM WITH IT!

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Chevalier Michel

warnings: cock warming, teasing, topping chevalier, dirty talk, mentions of manhandling, female bodied reader

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“If any other person did this to me, they would be in big trouble.” He says, the hint of a smirk on his lips, pools of ice glinting with amusement. You reply with a seductive smile and a quick peck to his lips. And he aches to pull you back for more. 

“But I am not any other person, Chevalier.” 

His heart stumbles in his chest at your bravery. And if it had been anyone else he might have been tempted to prove them wrong. But it was true, you were not any other person. 

You were you, the only master of his heart and the one who found the human behind the beast. The one who saw through the cracks in the wall of ice built around his heart of gold. 

The only person Chevalier would ever let close to him, the only person he would ever kneel for and the only person he would ever submit to. Body, heart and soul. 

You are special. So special in fact that Chevalier allows you to do what no one has done with him before: take the lead.

And Chevalier isn’t especially keen on this idea, used to controlling and directing everyone and everything around him. But you looked so happy and excited to try this out. To get on top and  tease him to your heart’s content. Of course he accepted, if only to see the bubbling joy in your eyes and the mischief on your features. 

He figures it might be a good way to test his own limits and will. To see how long it would take until he breaks at your hands. 

And after half an hour of you teasing him, of your hips rolling against his and of your drenched folds sliding up and down his length without ever taking him inside of you… Chevalier is starting to think his resolve isn't so strong after all. 

He swallows back a groan, his hands twitch on your hips, fingers digging in the skin in an unconscious attempt to hold you still. Heat licks at his last restraints as you rub his tip over your wet entrance, granting him a taste of Heaven without ever letting him cross its doors. 

The muscle in his jaw ticks, tense as he tries to hold back. But you only make it harder for him when you teasingly take notice of his knuckles, turned white with frustration. 

You lean against him, catching his earlobe between your teeth, smiling as you do. “Finding it hard to hold back?” 

He swallows thickly, a slender finger lifting your chin to meet his gaze. And now it is your turn to lose your breath over the heat in his gaze, ice melted into an endless pool of desire. “Be careful what you say, Simpleton. I might be tempted to put an end to this attitude.” 

You know he won’t, because your lover, even if he does not say it aloud, lives to please you. And if tormenting him pleases you, he will do his hardest to resist your siren’s call and remain still under you, until you decide he is yours for the taking.

“I don’t think you will, my King.” You whisper the words in his ear, and pride swells in his chest. The words of someone who doesn’t fear him, the words of his Queen.

You brace your hands against his chest, slowly lowering yourself on his aching cock, your breathy moan matching his groan, his head tilting back with pleasure as you sink to the bottom.

You feel so good wrapped around him, tight and warm and his for the taking. And Chevalier could fuck you right here and there, slide you up and down his length like you weight nothing.

But he doesn’t, letting his Simpleton enjoy her taste of dominance, letting her take her time and enjoy herself. Even when his brain becomes so fuzzy with desire his hips threaten to thrust up into you on their own.

You feel the way his cock twitches inside of you though, the way he struggles to remain still, every time you teasingly roll your hips or clench your walls around him. You see the way his eyes darken with passion and the way his features tense with frustration.

“You’re in for big trouble later.” He says, as if this would change something. As if the trouble he promised wasn’t something you’d thoroughly enjoy.

And you know the beast can only take your teasing for so long. So you decide to see just how much more of your teasing it takes, before your composed Chevalier crumbles for you and finally manhandles you to pound into you. 

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The Queen's Diary: A Chevalier oneshot

Chevalier x MC (Emma) Ikemen Prince oneshot

Rated M: 4,000 words

Summary: Emma finds the late Queen's diary, discovering the truth of Chevalier's isolated childhood.

Warnings: Smut, and mentionings of Clavis' mother's sexual assault

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She hadn't anticipated anything out of the ordinary occurring that day. After silently slipping out of the King's Chambers just as she always did in the morning, Emma was more than happy to help the maids clean. It was unexpected to be given the task of cleaning the former Queen’s quarters, but not unthinkable. Emma simply hadn't entered Chevalier's mother's space before.

It was a lonely, faintly feminine-looking place. Emma was slightly dismayed not to see one single hint of a smaller Chevalier's memorabilia, let alone any personal effects. 

Nonetheless, tidy shelves were soon dusted just like every other room, linens replaced despite no one using them, windows wiped spotless. 

Yet that sense of easy familiarity changed with one single bump of her hand against the bookshelf. 

'Thud.'

Emma paused, frowning slightly. None of the neatly shelved books had fallen from what she could see.

So was something hidden at the back of the shelves?

“I’m going to continue with the next room, miss,” Jane gestured to the door, having not noticed.

“Oh- no problem. I’ll join you soon, I’m just going to make some final checks,” shooting a smile at the maid, Emma waited until she was left alone.

Squatting down, she reached to the back of the shelves and began the process of fishing out the thing. After piling some stacked books and discovering a gap at the back, Emma pulled out a single dog-eared book.

A diary.

Cracking it open without another thought, she glanced over the first page.

‘I have long since been told that keeping a journal or diary of some sort will aid one’s thoughts. In truth, I do not write here seeking counsel. Rather, for the first time in my life, I find myself unable to confide some particular thoughts about being a mother to my best, and most wondrous friend, Leticia. I fear the truth of my feelings would only alarm her. Alarm everyone. Therefore I am to contain my doubts and uncertainties in these pages. I endeavour not to let them overspill where one might see them.’

Thoughts about being a mother?

This was…the Queen’s diary- but more than that, it was her feelings toward Chevalier? She’d died when he was a child, so he must have been young when she wrote this, Emma thought.

She hesitated, gazing at the tell-tale curve of her fingers that held the first page aloft- poised to turn it. If she kept going now, Emma knew a breach of privacy would be broken that she could never take back. The most appropriate thing to do would be to give the diary to Chevalier to decide what to do with it. It was his mother’s, after all. 

Blunt teeth tugged and scraped at her abused lower lip- a casualty of his Royal Highnesses forceful kisses. Images of her beloved shrunk down into a small little boy with pale blonde hair and pinchable cheeks flashed in her mind’s eye. The page was turned before she realised it, and more of that elegant script met Emma’s greedy, curious gaze.

‘It may seem ridiculous to say but from the day he was born, I knew my child was not normal. He did not cry like other children. In fact, my midwife feared he was stillborn at first. He was so quiet, and barely made any noise. He did not smile often but rather stared at objects within the room or at my face with a frightening intensity not befitting a baby. I imagine most mothers would be pleased to have such a silent babe. Instead, I felt as if Chevalier told me something from the moment he was born: ‘I have no need of you.’

Emma quirked a brow, smiling a little despite herself. That sounded like a very Chevalier thing to do, and the image of him looking so proud even while being swaddled was adorable to her. However, the Queen's tone concerned her- pulled at her heartstrings uncomfortably with troubling thoughts she did not want to confront. She read on.

‘My husband, sadly, took no better to my son than I did. It was difficult to love a child that rarely smiled or seemed to find joy in our company. Nonetheless, his rejection stung. I had hoped a child- a son no less!- would grant him some measure of happiness. Unfortunately, the King’s smiles are rarer than even Chevaliers. Perhaps rejection is all that the three of us will ever really understand.’

Emma’s heart flickered as she picked up on the following words: ‘The King- Leticia- hurt- so much blood- my poor friend was crying so much-’ and even all the curiosity in the world couldn't bring her to read that particular passage. Nausea pooled in her stomach when it was noted in the pages that nine months later, Luticia gave birth to a boy named Clavis.

With severely less enthusiasm than before, she skipped along to toddling Chevalier. 

‘I recall Chevalier pointing at me once while we were sitting in the nursery. “Book,” he’d said- and I realised belatedly that he wasn’t looking at me, but at the bookshelf behind me. That was his very first word. Not ‘Mother’ or ‘Father’ but ‘Book.’

‘This word paved the way for Chevalier's rare redeeming quality as a son: his intellect. Never before have I witnessed a child who learned as quickly as he did. After picking up reading and writing at a young age- his tutors declaring him a child prodigy- I recall noticing him playing with some toys. ‘Finally!’ I thought. ‘He is acting normal at last, rather than sitting alone in the corner of the room with a book.’

'When I approached, however, I noticed the toys in his hand were actually battle markers he’d snatched from the King’s war room. The scene laid out before him on the playmat was that of a hypothetical battlefield.’

'After this, while I felt dismayed once more, an inkling of hope entered my heart. If my son could be a useful tactician, it would benefit the King, and perhaps allow him to be of use to the kingdom. I implored my husband to allow Chevalier to begin sitting in on his war meetings so that he might recognise his aptitude for it. It took some time, but eventually, he conceded despite the strangeness of allowing a five-year-old into the chamber.’

Emma read on, standing from the floor when her legs began to cramp and sitting at a nearby writing desk. She wasn’t surprised in the least about Chevalier's aptitude for war. Apparently, the move was a success, as the prince flourished at these meetings, suggesting battle tactics that impressed even the most seasoned of generals. 

As she skim-read through a few of these entries, a single passage finally made her stop.

‘Leticia tells me I will warm to him eventually. Once, I would have hoped for that.’

“What do you mean?” Emma questioned aloud softly, hunching over the desk a little more. 

‘After seeing the pure love and affection between Leticia and her sweet little Clavis, I know in my heart I will never come to love Chevalier. He will never love me, either, much like his father. I see Clavis following my son around sometimes and the difference between them is like night and day. Clavis is a human boy, while the person that came from me feels more and more like a changeling child every day. A mistake. A cold, unfeeling reminder of the lack of love in this palace. We do not speak even at meal times, and when he looks at me, Chevalier acts like I am a stranger. I have slowly become irritated by it, and snap occasionally. He reminds me too much of the King’s apathetic silence in our bed chamber.'

“Why can’t you just smile?” I spoke out this evening, glaring down our dining table at him. Chevalier, sat at the opposite end, merely looked at me in that lofty way of his. “I have nothing to smile about right now, so why would I?”

The knot in Emma’s stomach twisted tighter and tighter. Chevalier could smile. It was gentle and just a little awkward and uncertain sometimes, but it was unmistakably human. Emma knew this because she’d fallen in love with his smiles. The fact that his own mother hadn’t seen them made her throat close up, heart laying heavily in her chest. She’d glimpsed it a few times, but according to the diary, the Queen also never woke him in the mornings. They’d meet in the afternoon for a scheduled dinner.

That meant she’d never seen Chevalier struggle to wake up in bed- his hair adorably ruffled with sleep, eyelids heavy as he burrowed stubbornly under the covers. The Queen had never witnessed his palpable, silent delight as he’d unwrapped a handmade gift made just for him. He slept with the flimsy blanket Emma had knitted for him every night despite being surrounded by finery.

All these little things were precious and dear to Emma. She felt torn in numerous ways about how to put into words what exactly she was feeling as her finger trembled. Sadness, of course, disappointment? Frustration? Yes…some of that was mixed in. 

She could understand the complexities of being a newfound mother with a child that differed from expectations, but it seemed at a certain point…the Queen had stopped trying. 

No, if she were really being honest, the truth of it was right there in the pages before her. Chevalier had been rejected from the moment he was born.

‘One night, a man entered through the window of my private drawing room. I was frightened and completely alone in facing him. I only discovered later on that he’d intended to assassinate my husband, mistakenly believing we shared our quarters- what a fool!’

‘He came at me with a dagger- and I tried my best to escape, tossing my dresser and various things over behind me in my haste to flee. I thought for certain he was close enough to catch me, but upon reaching my room I found myself completely alone. Naturally, I made my way cautiously back to the hallway- only to see a sword thrust through the man’s back. He bent as if his bones were broken, a terrible, gasping sound escaping him that I will hear forever. Behind him, I recall seeing a small figure. My attacker’s killer tugged- and planted one foot on the assassin's back- to rip his sword free. It was then I saw it.’

‘Chevalier was smiling.’ 

‘I cannot…write down the depths of my terror in witnessing it. My unease changed that night into true horror, and I have feared my son ever since. No, to even call him of my blood feels deranged. That boy could not have come from me. He is a beast. A thing swapped at birth with my true son- for no human could smile like that after killing a man. Yes, it is clear now. How could I have hoped to appeal to my husband with such a child? It is not my fault. It has never been my fault. It is that boy’s fault.’ 

“You’ll never be loved by anyone,” I told him this, just this morning. He had the gall to ask ‘why?’

“Because you’re a beast without a human heart,” I told him, speaking the truth. “You’re different from the other children. You don’t know what love is, and that’s terrifying.”

The boy seemed confused by this. “All I did was kill an assassin,” he said, as if a seven-year-old doing so unflinchingly was perfectly normal.

I felt myself snap once more. “It is unnatural to be so calm about it!” I’d yelled, secretly wishing he might show remorse about it if I scolded him. He did not. At that moment, the last of my strength as a mother left me. It felt as if I were renouncing him as my son. “Neither the king nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer.”

'If we ever had.'

“As long as you don’t know what love is, you’ll remain a beast forever.”

Brown eyes widened, staring at those words as if they were a curse in a fairy tale. But this was no story she could ever comfort herself with. This was real. It had happened.

‘I confided in Leticia about what I’d witnessed that night, and it did not take long before everyone in the palace knew about Chevalier's true nature. I would feel guilt for how the servants and nobles alike ostracised him for it- but I know he is a danger to them. I keep to my rooms now, with Leticia my only visitor. I have not seen His Highness or that boy in months. I feel myself falling prey to fear and torment every day. Whatever solace I thought I’d find in the arms of the King for rejecting that boy was mistaken. 

‘I know not for how much longer I can bear this place when it is home to mere heartless, dreadful beasts. How I wish I had not been forced to come here. How I wish I had not borne that man a cursed son.’

Emma turned the page, only to find it blank. Flipping through the rest, a stream of yellowed-white faceless pages fluttered slowly closed, with all the pain and misery leading up to the Queen’s death left unspoken and unwritten. 

She sat back in her chair. Staring ahead sightlessly for a few moments, Emma found herself uncharacteristically speechless. Robbed of all thought- she gazed at the pages until they blurred. Blinking, she quickly wiped a few hot tears away, frowning at the sting. 

Taking a few deep breaths, she collected herself slowly. How silly. It wasn’t like crying would fix anything she’d read. 

Her lips bent up into a painful smile, imagining Chevalier gently ridiculing her for it. ‘Stupid rabbit,’ he’d call her, and flick her forehead-

Her misty eyes widened slightly, falling to the diary again.

Chevalier…

He shouldn’t ever read this. Couldn’t-

Emma knew it likely wouldn’t hurt him, as it was things he already doubtlessly knew or suspected, but she didn't think she could stomach seeing the revelation on his face. 

The door swung open suddenly- and Emma shot up, snatching the book and shoving it behind her to hide it. 

“Oh, you’re still here, miss?” Anna blinked, venturing further into the room. “The cleaning in here is surely done. Jane didn’t leave you to it alone, did she?”

Emma shook her head and forced a brittle smile. It wouldn’t have convinced Chevalier if he’d seen it. He was unexpectedly sweet like that. 

Swallowing thickly, she inched toward the door. “No, not at all. I guess I just got lost in thought. So much so, I didn’t realise what the time was! Forgive me, I’m late for something, Anna-”

Hoping she didn’t notice the tremble in her voice, Emma dashed by the maid and hurried down the corridor. She fled past Jin- who called out to her- and weaved around countless servants in a most unladylike fashion. 

She didn’t care though. The heavy, sick feeling in her chest didn’t lessen until orange flames were swallowing the contents of those pages. 

Emma exhaled slowly, using a fire poker to adjust the diary atop the logs. She watched with blank relief as it was eaten away into nothingness, becoming grey flecks of meaningless discarded ashes. 

The words, of course, would likely never leave her. 

Standing within the library, Emma straightened. She fixed her long hair, blinking firmly- rapidly, to expel the last of the tears. She then slapped her cheeks lightly and checked the time. 

The grandfather clock’s second hand slid closer to ‘noon.’

“He’s probably still in bed,” she rasped, smiling slightly. 

It was likely a bad idea to see him when she was in such a state, as Chevalier could always sniff out weakness, but her steps didn't falter. 

A burning desire encompassed her body, and would not be doused with any form of logic. She needed to see his face. She needed to-

Emma wasn’t certain what else she needed. She only found the answer to that unknown craving the second she’d slipped into the king’s chambers and crawled onto the plush white bed, immediately locating the face of her sleeping beloved. 

She needed to love him. To show love- and know he felt it- know that he was loved so very deeply by someone.

Her lips found his cheek, pressing a long, reverent kiss to cool skin. Those thick, pale lashes of his refused to stir. So weak a kiss would not tempt the lazing tiger into waking. 

Emma tucked herself up behind him, kissing along his ear next. Her breath fanned over the shell deliberately, peppering butterfly kisses down to his nape. That got a reaction. She felt him stiffen, shivering just a little. 

Someone’s a big faker. 

She smiled, nuzzling into his soft blonde hair and pressing full breasts into his back, trailing her hand over his side and running it up to where his nightshirt gaped open. He smelled like roses, as always. 

Did the Queen know he smelled like this?

She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing. The beast stirred, raising an arm sleepily and rolling onto his back- a silent invitation. Emma took it, quickly cuddling into his chest and lavishing attention over his collarbone. 

“Mnph?” the king made a noise. Blue eyes cracked open, his hand weaving into her hair as he languidly stretched beneath her. “...You’re more determined than usual…to wake me today…” he yawned, grabbing the cover and attempting to pull it over their heads. Emma forced it back down, stroking his abdomen and running lithe fingers lower- feeling his body twitch in response, the embers of desire coaxing awake. 

“It’s almost noon,” she cooed, ducking her head to plant a trail of kisses down his chest. Fingers blocked her journey- sliding past her lips to hook beneath her chin, tilting Emma’s head to look up. 

“...Did something happen?” Chevalier grumbled, blue eyes squinting in the afternoon light, obviously making an effort to stay open. He sobered the longer she struggled to answer, gaze sharpening. Fierce attention roved over her face intently. 

Emma’s lips pressed together and she looked away, heart shuddering. How could his own mother have been uncomfortable with that stare?

Chevalier sighed, poking her forehead and eliciting a yelp.

“Imbecile. Use your words.”

She grumbled, rubbing the spot. “Nothing…happened, exactly,” she murmured, gaze downcast. “I just- I heard someone talking badly of you, and it upset me.”

She could tell the answer displeased him. “You’re aware that no one’s opinion matters to me. People talk. Their wagging tongues, fear and dislike are nothing new. Why did it upset you today?”

“It felt different. It hurt,” she admitted. “They talked about your past…how your mother viewed you,” Emma sat back so that she straddled his hips. “I’m sorry-”

“The memories of her aren't a source of pain for me, my foolish Rabbit,” his fingers pressed against her mouth, brushing her lips fondly. “I didn't feel anything upon her death and I feel nothing now. Her fear of me isn’t something you should concern yourself with,” he sighed, head hitting his pillow with a ‘thump.’ “But I know saying such things to you is about as effective as trying to convince Clavis to stop trying to unsuccessfully kill me. Some things are impossible to change.”

Emma winced, running her hands absentmindedly over his chest, just to feel the rise and fall- the softness of his skin, body heat…and that strong heart beating beneath her palm. “I wish you wouldn’t say it like that,” she gave a weak giggle. “But you’re right. I’m always going to worry about things you deem ‘unnecessary’ it's just how I am.”

Chevalier peaked at her under the messy fall of his bangs. He huffed with amusement, lips curling up into that awkward, gentle smile she so adored. Emma minded the strands aside, stopping to cup his cheek. She gazed firmly into those pretty blue eyes, seized by a great need. 

“I love you,” she said. She’d spoken those words many times before, and would do so many times after. Every day, until it could hopefully drown out those endlessly lonely and isolating years spent alone in the library, with only his books for company.

“You look as though you have something to prove with those words today,” his thumb smoothed over her lips once more to push his thumb slightly into her parted mouth, stroking her tongue. His gaze darkened like an animal spotting its prey. “Show me.”

“Gladly-” she breathed, and their mouths were colliding in an instant. Emma’s fingers curled in the creases of his dishevelled collar, tugging and clawing at his shoulders until he joined her in sitting up- allowing her to discard the shirt. Chevalier soon gathered her closer, growling lowly when she ground against his lap. She wasn’t usually like this. Not unless she’d had something to drink- but a hunger bared its teeth inside her today. Her fiance seemed only too happy to oblige, allowing her to rut desperately against him- latching her mouth onto his neck and biting down.

“Mn-” a hiss of hot air fanned out beside her head, a hardness pressing up between her thighs indicating his enjoyment. 

Emma discarded all sense of proprietary and lost herself in the molten hot temptations of pleasure, dipping her hand beneath the waistband of his trousers to take him in her hand.

"Emma," Chevalier gave a low croon, grasping brunnette hair and tugging to rip her mouth free of his throat- shoving his tongue inside her parted lips. Hands stroked, caressed and ripped at clothing. Their bodies rutted together like beasts. Soon she felt her back arching, an instrument in his artful hands as wet heat closed around her bared nipple, sucking with a scrape of delicious teeth.

She whined and shuddered in his hold, sloppily continuing to pump her hand at his base. 

In that bedroom, with the golden light of midday pouring through a crack in the curtains, Emma gazed at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted. He looked beautiful. From how attentive and passionately he pleasured her, she knew she could never see him as the cold, removed man he’d been when they’d met.

Desire stabbed like a wrought iron brand inside her lower abdomen, and Emma pushed up onto her knees, aligning herself with his hips. With a single heated look exchanged, she took him into her, crying out as his cock filled her to the brim.

“Mn!- hah- you’re so wet…don’t tell me you got aroused just from touching me?” Chevalier’s voice purred into her neck, nipping and kissing.

“Is it any surprise? It makes me feel good to see you happy,” she gave a weak laugh, smiling with rosy cheeks. 

Blue eyes flicked up, warming. He gazed at her with such tenderness it threatened to undo her. Emma shook herself and wrapped both arms around his shoulders, their lips meeting just as she began to ride him.

Soon their combined low grunts and pleased sighs filled the room, accompanied by the wet, heinous noises of their bodies meeting. 

“Is- this, hah- alright?” she managed, nails digging into his blisteringly warm skin. 

Chevalier gave a strained chuckle, holding her tighter around the waist and bumping his lips against her cheek. “Idiotic Rabbit. I’ve told you- before…” he panted, gaze half-lidded. “You have permission to do anything you want to me.”

Her walls unexpectedly squeezed tighter around him, wringing out a hiss from his clenched teeth. Emma blushed and bounced more determinedly on his lap, whimpering softly as his cock hit new depths from the change in angle. 

That was how they fell apart- shattering in each other's arms. Emma keened and voiced her pleasure until her throat strained, deaf to Chevalier's own low snarl as his hips bucked and snapped- filling her with his seed. 

Heavy panting was all she could hear as the high of climax eventually dimmed. She became aware of their sweat-slicked bodies pressed close- heartbeats thundering- how she cradled his head against her breast. His dishevelled bangs of hair felt damp to the touch.

Chevalier caught his breath, slowly sinking down and taking her with him to fall onto their sides on the bed. 

“If that’s your response when I’m bad-mouthed by other people, I can only hope their next whispers are all the more vicious.”

Emma huffed, closing her eyes. A dim flash of sadness welled up inside her unbidden again, and she buried her face in his chest.

Her fiancé stirred, pulling away slightly to tilt her chin up. Emma blinked, feeling his thumb rub her jaw in slow, awkward brushes. 

“I don’t know what was said, and frankly I don’t care. The past is the past,” Chevalier muttered, lips curving. The action transformed his face into a heartbreakingly tender and earnest look. “It can’t be changed. What I care about…is here and now, right in front of me.”

Her breath caught. Somehow, that was all she’d needed to hear. The rotten feelings of sadness and frustration on his behalf melted away under his unpractised, genuine soft touch. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back, smiling and kissing his fingers.

‘I feel the same way’ was left unspoken, lost amidst their lips meeting and hands straying anew, the royal tiger once again ensnared by the foolish, loving rabbit.

End

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