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maries-gallery · 7 months

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

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

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“So I told them-”

Licht nods, features set in their usual neutral impartiality as he listens to the nobleman in front of him; or rather, tries to. For concentrating on anything the man has to say proves to be excruciatingly difficult when his mind constantly strays over to you, crimson eyes aching to search the maze of guests for your form.

The two of you had been invited to a ball at the duke's mansion, who was known through all of Rhodolite for his garish festivities and exceptional qualities as a host, and indeed, his reputation held true to reality.

The glittering crystals of a chandelier catch the light and shower the room in shadows of gold. Long tables line the ornate walls, piled high with all kinds of delicacies and flowing with rose wine. And an orchestra sits at the back of the room, playing a merry tune as couples dance in the spotlights in a concerto of steps and a blur of coloured silks.

Guests had taken their best attire out of their closet for the occasion, glittering rivers of diamonds, bright coloured dresses and ties, new polished shoes and intricate hair ornaments.

Yet, nothing in the room earns Licht’s fancy, who desperately yearns to be back at your side, to hold your hand and bathe in your comforting presence.

The ballroom is vast and crowded with luxuries, as well as the members of Rhodolite's high society. Even so, Licht knows it would take but an instant for him to find you, a tug at his centre pulling him to you. An instinct that never fails to inform him of your whereabouts. A call for home.

A home he can’t wait to go back to once his princely duties free him from this conversation.

“See Prince Licht, I would love to-“ The man continues, but his words blur in the background and the world goes still around Licht as he finally catches sight of you.

His heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his, warm as you beam at him, seemingly on your way to the rose garden. And his lips twitch with the hint of a loving smile, his chest too full with tender affection. It just has to spill out through his gaze in soft exchanged gazes.

Happiness swells in his ribcage at the sight of your attire, a form fitting dress that hugs your waist and dips to your hips before falling in a drape of silk to the floor. He had made sure the colours of his suit matched the shades of your dress.

Though his favourite part isn’t the dress, but the pleasure of removing it for you later on, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slips the straps down, then proceeding to gently pull the fabric down your curves and-

No.

Not now. I cannot be distracted by such thoughts in public.

Sometimes he wonders if you are aware of the effect you have on him, how easily it is for you to turn him into a being of primal needs and sinful thoughts. How powerless he is in your hands.

His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep his unwanted thoughts at bay. Still he aches to take a step towards you, to join you outside for some peace and quiet, to loop his arms around your waist and hold you close under the twinkling stars.

But he can’t, so he bears with the heavy emptiness that settles in his chest as you exit the room. Counting the seconds that separate him from you, seconds that feel like years.

Until the bells of your golden laugh reach his ears from the garden and through the ambient noise in the room. And before he knows it, his legs are moving on their own, called by the mesmerizing sound that never fails to make his heart flutter with wings of wonder.

“Prince Licht-” The man starts, interrupted by Licht’s raised hand. A gesture that commands silence.

“Excuse me for a moment.” His voice is flat, betraying nothing of the loud thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing in his veins as he makes a beeline for the rose garden.

He steps outside, the cold air biting at the heat on his cheeks as his eyes fall on you, light embarrassment dusting your features as you laugh at something a young nobleman had presumably just said.

His chest tightens as your lips curve in a sweet smile, not for him, but for another man. Another man who had just made you laugh effortlessly. The tendrils of something dark spread over his heart, the green monster of envy taking over his better judgment.

He takes a step forward.

“I was searching for you.” He almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of his own voice, words that spilled from his lips before he could process them. Still it didn’t matter, this got your attention. And relief floods his veins as your eyes light up with excitement as you turn to him.

“Prince Licht!” You exclaim, and pain needles at his chest as his title coats his tongue in a bitter taste. Still, you distance yourself from the unknown man, unaware of the veil of disappointment that crosses his features. Licht certainly does not miss it, though. And he hates it. “Can I present to you-”

“I need you to come with me.” He says, cutting through your own sentence. His heart squeezes painfully at this realization. Never does he ever speak over you, and you must have seen something was wrong because your sweet smile falters.

I am sorry, there is just no way I am leaving you alone with this man.

His gloved hand finds yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the top, a gesture he knows you will recognise. Something you do to reassure him. He only hopes this serves to calm your nerves and inform you that nothing is wrong, that he loves you and that you are not the problem.

“There is someone I want you to meet.” He continues, pressing a soft featherlight kiss to your cheek. Both to calm his racing heart and to send this stranger a message, as your matching attire apparently hadn’t been clear enough of a signal.

Step away.

You don’t know what caused such a drastic change in your lover’s attitude, but you nod, letting him lead you back inside and through the maze of guests, straight out of the ballroom and out into the dark corridors of the duke’s mansion.

The large doors close behind you, the festivity and its concert now nothing more but a whisper in your ears, growing quieter and quieter as the two of you make your way farther down the hall and up a flight of stairs.

You glance at your surroundings, curiosity tugging at your consciousness as you continue to follow Licht, until the two of you stop right in front of your shared bedroom door.

“Licht?” You say in a quiet voice, eyeing the closed door, “I thought you wanted to introduce me to someone?”

A heavy sigh falls from his lips. He knows he shouldn’t have lied to you, but the words left his mouth before he could think twice about it. Guilt crawls over his shoulders at the sight of your worry infused features.

He just had to take you away, to take you far away from this man, or his heart might have burst. He cannot quite proceed what went through him, what haunts his heart and thoughts at the moment.

But the sight of you laughing and smiling at another man was unbearable. Had him questioning everything, had him scared and insecure. And in depserate need of your touch, of your scent, of your warmth, of you.

“I am sorry.” He whispers, a gentle hand stroking your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His heart melts as you place your hand over his, nuzzling in his touch. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “It can wait, I must have you now.”

Your answer dies in your throat as soft lips meet yours in an hungry kiss that has you staggering back against the door and has warmth pooling at your core. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him for support as his hands tear at the fabric of your dress.

“Licht-” You call between greedy kisses that steal the air from your lungs, desire flaring inside of you as he trails open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and along your collarbones, teeth raking over your skin and sending delicious shivers up your spine.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the bed before letting you down gently on the sheets.

You have no time to catch your breath before he climbs over you, face buried in the crook of your nape, a yelp coming from your lips as his teeth sink in your skin. Pleasurable pain soothed by kitten licks and his knee nudging at the sweet spot between your thighs.

“You are mine.” He groans against your skin, taking in your scent as his hands roam down your sides, taking down the fabric of your dress with it. The cool air nipping at your exposed skin doing nothing to tame the roaring flames of your desire, your core begging for him to fill the aching emptiness inside of you.

Fortunately you don’t have to wait for long, Licht’s hands settle at your hips, flipping you on the bed and spreading your legs for him. And although your sweet boyfriend’s touch isn’t usually this rough, you certainly don’t complain about the change of pace and the glimpse of something wild you catch in his gaze.

“Arch your back for me.” He says, and you do as told, lying your front on the sheets and sticking your ass up in the air, bending like a bow for him. A shiver of anticipation coursing through your nerves as you hear the distinctive clink of metal and the ruffling of clothes.

You suck in a breath as the tip of his length prods at your entrance, teasingly rubbing over your clit and collecting your honey. Even now, Licht remains the considerate and loving partner, making sure you are well prepared for what is to come next.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” His question catches you off guard, any thought melting from your mind as his fingers dip in the buttery skin of your hips and his cock slowly sinks between your folds.

A high pitched moan stumbles from your lips, your walls stretching out for him as he pushes in deeper. Tears gather at your lashes, both from pain and pleasure of it hurting too good.

He halts midway, giving you time to adjust to his size and collect your bearings, hopefully enough for you to answer his question. Licht knows he is big, knows that the first few thrusts always mix pleasure and pain as he stretches you out to accommodate him.

He also knows you like being full, and that nothing fills you up as much as his cock.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” He repeats in a low voice, bending down over you to whisper in your ear, “Could he fill you up like I do?”

The dots connect in your head, putting two and two together as you make sense of his words. He was jealous. Of a stranger. And although a part of you feels sorry for your lover, another part is much more eager to suffer the consequences of such dark emotions brewing inside of him.

“No-No!” You cry out, fisting the sheets at your head, “Only you, Licht- Unhg!”

A soft smile spreads over his lips, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest as he pushes himself all the way in, brows furrowing as you clamp down around him. Tight and warm. And he’d like to think this is the only reassurance he needs, the only thing he needs for his heart to finally rest at ease in his chest.

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. And he wishes he could be sorry for the long night that awaits you, but he can’t, not when you seem to enjoy it and certainly not when you beg for him to move and make you his.

His thrusts start slow and steady, building up rhythm until each snap of his hips against yours has you holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Until your eyes cross at the back of your head and unabashed moans fall from your lips.

“Good- Ungh- Keep making these noises.” He grunts, nails digging in your skin in crescent moons as he pushes deeper inside of you, repeatedly hitting the spot he knows has your toes curling. “Don’t hold back- Scream- Hng- Scream for me.”

You do, unable to keep quiet, not when one of his hands dive between your thighs to flick his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Not when he stretches you out so good and has reality collapsing around you.

Pleasure crashes over you, merciless and destructive as you crumble under its weight. Waves of radiating warmth spread from your core to every nerve ending as the coil of your high snaps.

Licht’s rhythm falters, the telltale signs of his own release coursing through his veins as he buries his length all the way up between your folds, sheathing his release deep inside of you where he knows it will stay.

He doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon though, using your own juice and his as fuel for the next rounds.

“Hu-Ungh! Keep-Keep going!” Your broken cries for more only encourage him to pick up the pace once again, pumping his seed right back inside of your awaiting hole. Until another release washes over you, and another, and another, and another.

Until he has made sure nothing but his name remains in your mind, nothing but his name falls from your tongue. And until he has made sure his cum would stay warm and nice inside of you.

Until the Sun rises in the horizon and its golden light filters in through the blinds. Only then, does he tuck you under the covers, gentle fingers brushing away strands of hair from your matted forehead.

And in spite of his extreme fear of being a parent, a stronger part of him finds himself daydreaming about a part of him growing inside of you, about a small family of your own. About a blissful future filled with love and laughter.

“I love you.” You murmur quietly through the hazy clouds of sleep, his heart swelling at your words.

He presses a kiss to your temple, collecting you in his arms as he lies behind you, an arm around your waist. And two fingers buried between your folds to keep his cum inside of you, nice and warm.

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xxsycamore · 8 months

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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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randonauticrap · 9 months

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Soaked

Pairing ~ Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Word Count ~ 1k

Warnings ⚠️ ~ Explicit smut: cunnilingus, bondage, mention of orgasm denial, penetration, creampie, dirty talk

Author's Note ~ @rhodolitesroseforclavis Mary Ellen, thank you for this lovely request! It's been 10 months since I last wrote the prince of Obsidian, I hope his return to my blog does him justice. ❤️

Minors DNI 🔞

"Mmm," he hummed into your clit. "You taste good, little rabbit; much better than even I thought you would." He lapped unceremoniously at your swollen, sensitive folds as you writhed above him, your arms pulled taut over your head as one of Gilbert's belts threatened to cut off circulation to your wrists.

"Ah, Gilbert!" You cried, straining against your bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull on his silky black locks until he growled into your cunt and fucked you properly. He teased your entrance with his finger, swirling the pad around the edges as he closed his lips over your clit and sucked, hard. "Unghh!" you moaned, pushing off the mattress as your body curled in response to his ministrations. A cool breeze drifted through the open window, caressing your peaked nipples as your back landed on the sheets once again, the chill against your skin only heightening your sense of arousal. The heat in your belly pooled further and further into your core as Gilbert parted you with his fingers, eager to devour you from a new angle.

"Now now, bunny." He chastised as his nose bumped your folds. "Don't strain too hard. You know what will happen if that belt comes loose."

Your butt burned with a delicious sting at the reminder, and you half wondered if you wanted the punishment. But knowing Gilbert, that would only prompt another hour of denying you the release you so desperately craved, so you relaxed against the plush bed as best you could, giving in to his vicious demands and allowing him to take back the reins. "Good girl," he mumbled into you, his lips soaked with your sweet fluids. You bit down hard on your bottom lip to keep from thrusting your hips up to meet his beautiful mouth, so diligently leaving you breathless, and instead let out a desperate whine from between your clenched teeth. "Heehee, I've kept you waiting a long time, haven't I, darling?" He chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze up at his masterpiece, speckled from head to toe with proof of his desire for you, each beginning to bloom into jewel-toned flowers that would remain on your skin for weeks; a testament to everyone of how you belonged to him, and him alone. You heaved in air, trying to regain some semblance of sanity after the nonstop onslaught, and Gilbert smiled salacious, admiring the way your plush breasts lifted and descended with each breath, and how each curve of your body stretched and lengthened with its newfound freedom.

"Gilbert," you called breathlessly.

"Yes, my love?" Came his teasing reply.

"Please," you mewled, the muscles in your body knotting together again, already missing his touch.

"Please, what, little miss rabbit?" He murmured, his lips dangerously close to your navel, his breath lighting flames against your skin.

"P-please make love to me. L-let me have your seed. Please!" Your voice cracked, and your need once again became evident between your legs.

"You want to have my cum inside you when you greet your maids in the morning?" He crooned against the dip in your skin.

"Mhm," you moaned.

"You want it to drip down your legs when they try to dress you?"

"Unngghh Gilbert..." You groaned, writhing as he pumped his length in front of you.

"You want to feel it in your panties when you come out to watch me train in the afternoon, so you can be ready for me to fill you back up again when I'm finished?"

"Gilbert, fuck!" you cried loudly as he stretched you with his cock, filling you to the brim in a single, breath-stealing stroke.

"Urgh," he grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, his cock throbbing as your leaking cunt adjusted to his size. He leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it to keep himself distracted while you took him in. He closed his lips over your areola and hummed, enjoying the flesh on the tip of his tongue before switching to the other breast and lavishing it with the same attention.

"G-Gilbert, please." You muttered, earning his attention. "I'm ready."

At the sound of those words, he released a breath he hadn't realized had been trapped in his chest and began to thrust inside of you, slowly at first, enjoying the way his cock disappeared inside your body as it pulled him in. But before long, he felt his own desperation building and quickened to a merciless rhythm that had the carnal sound of squelching and skin slapping against skin echoing around the small bedroom, with only your moans and his grunts to accompany them. Your back arched up to meet Gilbert's flushed skin as your legs began to quiver under the pressure of the fire in your core. You were close; oh, so close, and Gilbert leaned down to tug on your ear with his teeth before quietly giving you your next command.

"Cum for me, my darling."

At the sound of his coaxing voice, you fell apart in his hold, tugging wildly at the belt around your wrists as you gasped his name, your pussy clenching tight around his twitching member while you lost control. You locked your ankles behind his rear and pulled him close, and mere seconds later, Gilbert stuttered out a strangled cry of your name as he stilled deep inside of you and his seed painted your insides white. His cum filled you to the brim, and you felt your joint juices oozing from your abused hole onto the soft white sheets below.

"Such a-" Gilbert moaned softly between his words. "good girl. Taking all of my cum so well. C'mere." He turned you both over and pulled you to his chest, raking his fingernails gently over your sticky skin.

You held each other close, panting against each other's skin, still joined, savoring the feeling of oneness as your highs subsided. Little by little, air returned to you both in gentler breaths, but neither of you moved, not daring to disrupt the connection your bodies and hearts held within them. As Gilbert's fingers tangled into your damp hair, you nuzzled against his soft skin and closed your eyes. Whatever had been in the past, and whatever came tomorrow, the next day, or the next, you were content; as long as you carried him with you.

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @rhodolitesrose @rhodolitesroseforclavis @gilbertvonobsidian @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

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etheries1015 · 21 days

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Dom!Sariel x needy!reader

18+ Minors DNI

for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you

General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.

TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught

After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.

"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.

"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.

Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.

"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.

"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.

"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.

"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.

"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.

That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.

"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"

"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.

"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.

"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.

"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.

tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.

"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."

You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.

You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.

"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."

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scarletlove2 · 2 months

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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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cherryxblossxms · 1 year

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Masturbation May Masterlist 2023

Welcome to Masturbation May! I'd heard someone say May was Masturbation May and knew that I needed to make some writing prompts for it and came up with this list.

Thanks to everyone that sent me characters, I had a lot of fun writing these!

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♡ Day 1: On Video/Sexting

A - Diavolo (Obey Me)

B - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

♡ Day 2: With Toys

A - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

B - Toji Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)

♡ Day 3: In the Shower

A - Simeon (Obey Me)

B - Satan (Obey Me)

♡ Day 4: Dry/Pillow Humping

A - Mammon (Obey Me)

B - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

♡ Day 5: Edging

A - Barbatos (Obey Me)

B - Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince)

♡ Day 6: Mutual Masturbation

A - Solomon (Obey Me)

B - Toji Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)

♡ Day 7: At Work

A - Satan (Obey Me)

B - Simeon (Obey Me)

♡ Day 8: First Thing in the Morning

A - Diavolo (Obey Me)

B - Jin Grandet (Ikemen Prince)

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yonaaaahowell · 7 months

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HI EVERYONE!! THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW WRITING HERE! I DO APPRECIATE A HONEST REVIEW AND OPINION SO I CAN CONTINUE WRITING.. I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT~

Warnings: NSFW, MASTURBATION, DARK & WILD FANTASY

Minors do not interact 🔞🔞🔞

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Keith Howell is reading at the library, secretly glancing at you as you grab some books from the shelf. He saw how your dress hugs your hourglass figure and his mind starts to drift into some wild fantasies he didn't know his capable of imagining.

The more he fantasized, the harder it became to ignore the growing bulge between his legs. With a groan of frustration, Keith stood up from his chair and began pacing restlessly around the room. It wasn't until several minutes later that he finally managed to regain control over himself enough to sit back down once more.

"Are you okay, Prince Keith?" You asked in a soft and sweet voice which send shivers in him in a pleasurable way. You are concerned upon seeing him pacing back and forth around his seat.

"I-I'm fine.. Just a little hot, I guess," He answered.

"Oh? O-okay," You replied then continue doing your tasks once more.

As he settled into his seat, Keith found himself staring at you once more as you organize more books at the library. His mind continued to wander along paths both dark and dangerous. Despite knowing better than to act on these impulses, he couldn't seem to stop himself from imagining all the ways in which he might claim you for himself – forcing you onto your knees before him, feeling your lips wrap around his cock as you sucked hungrily at its length; pushing you roughly against the nearest wall and taking you hard and fast despite your protests; even binding you tightly to his bed while he plundered your body repeatedly until neither the two of you could stand any more.

Without warning, another image flashed into his mind – you lying naked beneath him as he took you hard and fast against the nearest available surface. The thought sent waves of heat coursing through his body, causing him to groan aloud involuntarily.

Ignoring the concerned looks from you, Keith rose shakily to his feet and hurried out of the library. Once safely back in the privacy of his own chambers, he stripped quickly before climbing onto the large four-poster bed that dominated the center of the room.

Burying his face in the pillow, Keith bit down hard on his lower lip as he began to stroke himself slowly at first before picking up speed until he was pounding furiously against the mattress. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar tightening in his stomach as his orgasm approached, and with a loud cry of pleasure, he came hard all over the sheets. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through his body as he arched his back and cried out loudly, spilling thick ropes of cum across the mattress beside him.

Keith lies on his bed, his breathing ragged and sweat covers his body. Despite of his recent release, he felt his manly cock throbbing once more as images of you flashes on his mind.

"It will be a long night," Keith mutters to himself as he reached out once more to his length and thrusts it against his fist.

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omkookie · 10 months

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"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 · 6 months

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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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Hello, can i ask for sex pollen with Clavis?😳

Maybe you can 😳 My requests aren't open though... it would be very bad if I get inspired and write this on a whim!!

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

↬ 🌹 Clavis gives you a bouquet of some really special flowers.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Sex Pollen; Aphrodisiacs; Flowers; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; thigh kink; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie• wordcount: 2,325 • masterlist

"I already told you. Those are Rosa Lelouchiae. An extraordinary flower for an extraordinary woman."

Made-up etymology aside, you're surprised to see actual results born from Clavis' claims that he's making a new flower in his name especially for you. You're not sure what the process entails, but he did tell you he recently laid his hands on a special fertilizer that is supposed to enhance petal growth, color...even scent. From there on, he just tweaked the formula a little bit.

True, the bouquet looks like nothing you've seen before - resembling the roses you're familiar with, but only somewhat - and bright purple in color. You're far from excluding the idea that he might've gotten those from his many connections abroad, but for the sake of not disappointing him, you're going to will yourself to believe in your lover's skills.

"They're lovely. Thank you so much, darling!"

Clavis grins at the nickname, his teeth showing for a brief second before his smile grows wider and sweeter. "I hope the scent is to your liking."

Prompted to take another whiff, you flare your nostrils to let the scent engulf your senses... oh, that's better than some perfumes you've caught around here. And that speaks a lot when you're in the circles of nobility.

It's almost like it soothes your brain, the way smelling a hot cup of tea at the end of a tough day would work away the tension built in your temples until your brows are not unconsciously furrowed anymore... or like a harmonious melody that makes you stop in your tracks and listen because it pulls you off your thoughts.

"-of the pigmentation. Are you with me, dear?"

"Oh? Uh-huh, I was just... Those smell really well, Clavis! Here, hold them for me, please? I'll be right back."

You only hear his trademark laughter as you hurriedly cross the room to look for a vase, quickly picking yourself up after that strange spacing out you experienced. Maybe you're just tired.

When you return, Clavis is holding the bouquet close to his nose, his smile hidden behind the colorful paper they're wrapped in - and without the chance to judge it, you're unable to read his gaze that is holding yours. But it's strangely intense.

Before you can react, the vase slips from your hold and falls to the floor, shattering in a hundred pieces. With the sound still ringing in your ears, you panicky bend to pick them up, but a gloved hand coves yours before it can touch the sharp pieces.

"Watch out, you could hurt yourself. Are you alright, dear? Do you need to lie down? Your face seems red."

Does it now? It certainly feels like it, now that he mentioned. Your hands are remarkably colder when you touch your cheeks, and you approach the bed to take a seat. Somehow, even getting there troubles you, but it's not like you're out of breath. Your heart suddenly pumps up blood faster, but you get enough air, because your mouth has fallen open unintentionally to draw it in. It's when a quiet groan leaves it that you realize - and clutch your jaw shut.

"Lay down, easy now. Tell me what you're feeling."

Clavis' tone is concerned and you'd hate to make him worry, but it's also great that you have a lover who is knowledgeable in this department. You're sure it's a momentary thing, with pain being the last thing you're currently feeling.

"I'm just a little hot. Maybe after laying down for a while I'll feel better! Do you want to keep me company?"

It's a little sad, how this could've been the perfect little date, with your plans for today and all that. Though, you're positive it will still end in spending time with Clavis, one way or another. A little time made for lying down and then you could go about other activities. Or maybe he could lie down next to you.

Or maybe he could cuddle you, or something. You were dying to kiss him earlier when he gave you these pretty flowers. Why didn't you pull him in a kiss?

When was the last time you and Clavis had sex, actually? Why does it have to be a date outside the palace? Would it be that bad if he just got you naked and-

Where did those thoughts come from?!

"Here, let me."

You shriek and nearly jab at his hand when he starts unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouse. He looks at you with those wide amber eyes, utterly puzzled.

"You said you were hot, dear?"

Oh.

"Yes, that's better, thank you... wait, Clavis, are you okay?"

With the way he got on top of you for the sake of helping you out, his face is now close enough to make out the evident...blush that was spreading on it. Coupled with half-lidded eyes. It reminds you awfully lot about his state in the morning when he stays up late the previous night.

"Me? Well, I too feel a little hot, to be frank. Must be because of you, haha!"

Now that was such a bad lie, and he knows it. The fingers carding through his ashy purple locks ruin his perfectly combed hairstyle and make him look more of a mess. A hot mess.

"Mm?"

Did you say that out loud? The strange boldness taking shape within you tells you it's no big deal. On the next rising of your chest - that feels awfully restricted by the way, so you reach to undo one more button - your lungs fill with more of the strong scent of those mysterious flowers, and thus you're reminded of their existence. They were abandoned at the little decorative table by the window... you should probably attend to them soon. But you're rather distracted, especially now that Clavis shifts to a more comfortable position on top of you.

"I don't know about being a mess yet, my love, but I do agree that I'm hot - so, if you'd let me, I'll take a layer or two off."

"Two."

You giggle the second his expression turns surprised again, bringing the knuckle of your forefinger between your teeth in mischief. The man above you flashes a smirk and nods, as if you've dictated something wise and reasonable - and follows it.

"No fair, darling. Now you're more dressed than me."

You have no idea when Clavis took off his gloves too but you're playfully trying to prevent him from unbuttoning your blouse all the way, and you note that his hands are the same temperature as yours, as the fire from your face has spread all across your skin. You have to admit, the more naked you get, the better it feels, and you wiggle and try to get him to take it all off you.

He makes clothes disappear like a magician as you turn around in bed and raise your rear to make the process even faster when he gets to your underwear, taking a note about how good it feels where the cool bedsheets rub against your naked skin. The sensitive nubs at the top of your breasts are stimulated and perked up by the friction and you want more of it. But you know the man above you can give you much more than that and you don't even have to ask.

"Clavis, there you go burring your face between my thighs again! You wanted that as soon as you set foot inside my room, is that not right?"

With wet kisses pressed against the delicate skin of your inner left tight, Clavis has to halt the loving assault on the right one to answer you, starting with a troubled sigh but finishing it off with a hint of laughter. "You know me so well, how could I not think those filthy things when I have a lady like you by my side? Or maybe..."

His lust-hazed gaze clears up for a second as his mouth shuts, almost as if realizing something.

"So that's what that potion does. Hahaha. I should've known."

The way his eyes return from the random destination they landed on somewhere in the distance, to you, with that naughty glint in them sparkling stronger than before, you feel your core clench. Is that a normal reaction, again?

"What potion?"

"For my fertilizer. If my understanding is correct, the flowers I gave you have produced pollen that is... a bit more special. Bluntly said, it could have the effects of an aphrodisiac."

Aphrodisiac. Now that's... almost hard to believe, but also very believable at the same time, given the circumstances. You turn on your back again, not bothering to close your thighs. One look down between Clavis' legs confirms your suspicions. His brain is working surprisingly sharply for someone with a hard-on and under the influence of that pollen, you should give him credits for it.

"What do we do now? I feel like I'd go crazy if I don't..."

"Go on, finish that sentence for me."

You watch as Clavis' head dips down between your legs again after he'd risen up prior. His nose nudges lightly against your weeping core, and you shudder when he takes in a breath. Is he getting drunk on the scent of you, or that of those devious flowers?

"I'd go...ah... crazy if you...d-don't... make love to me soon!"

"Gladly."

Diving in tongue-first between the glistening folds of your core is not the type of making love you're craving for, but Clavis is fully capable of working you with his tongue until you can't really tell the difference. His hot muscle penetrates where you want him most and easily makes you sing in wanton moans, each time getting you closer and closer to uttering his full name. The effects of the pollen make the pleasure overflow, sending you straight to the brink of culmination before Clavis can even get his full of bullying the bundle of nerves at the apex of your folds. Or maybe he did? In the haze of it, time warps strangely, making you wonder how much time in total you and Clavis are going to spend tangled in each other's limbs until the last drop of desire is wrung out of your hot flesh.

"You're giving me so much of your delectable nectar... if I didn't crave so greatly to be connected with you, I could eat you out all day, my dear."

His words are gilded with grace, yet the way he palms over his straining cock is nothing short of illicit, giving him away. He did admit to craving it badly, though, but you want to see more - so with hands crawling to the underside of your raised hips, you present yourself better for his eyes.

"I want you inside, Clavis..."

You swear you saw his cock jump inside its confines - not even caring that your eyes wandered to bad places and you ended up missing the change in his gaze. The parted fringe hides it sexily as he looks down, busying himself with removing the rest of his clothing. You simply lie down and wait for him with open arms.

His skin feels so good on top of yours. You want to feel it all on you, intertwining fingers with him before he can even guide his cock in - luckily he doesn't need the aid, your impatiently trashing hips at fault for the accidental perfect aligning.

The first thrust is simply euphoric.

Clavis' cock feels fuller than ever, scraping deliciously against your hypersensitive walls and sparkling unseen pleasure across every millimeter of your insides with how well it fills you. You're used to him taking his sweet time building the pace, teasing you, watching you writhing, feeling oh so generous when he finally speeds up and sees you throw your head back. Now that he's no good, lust dulling the satisfaction of those little games and instead having him crave the pure, unrestrained pleasure of friction, he simply gives it to you. His trusts are erratic, deep, he listens to your growing moans and makes sure to hit the spots that made you sing louder.

His moans are oh so beautiful. His voice is beautiful on itself, but while colored in desire, it's even more beautiful - to you, that's it. It surprises you when he lets out a particularly heavy groan, and his following ministrations confirm your suspicions.

Clavis pulls out in attempt to cut off the unbridledly flowing pleasure that has unseeably worked him to orgasm, but he can't help it. Ropes of semen land on your lower belly, sticky and hot, and you pant hard as you watch the scene. He gives his cock a firm squeeze from base to tip, giving you everything he has... and is it a lot. With wide, lust-blown pupils, you suck on your breath as you see just how much cum he disposed on your burning skin, the emptiness of your core calling as you helplessly clench around nothing.

Clavis rubs the tip of his cock on the mess he made, a mere tease while he is catching his breath. Your eyes meet, and he is chuckling a little. The clash of your lips is inevitable and makes your head spin, and once again proves to be an aphrodisiac more potent than anything else that could attempt to hack the chemicals in your brain.

You feel something hard and slick entering you, your insides sucking it in with no resistance before you can realize that Clavis is, in fact, diamond-hard again, and attempting to fuck his cum inside you - and probably on his way to disposing more of it in your depths, after another heated round.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso, you chuckle and place a kiss on the side of his nape, wishing to fall deeper in this endless pit of lust, together with him.

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randonauticrap · 8 months

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Double Duty Fantasies

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet, Sariel Noir x Reader

Word Count ~ 4483

Author's note ~ This fic truly turned out to be quite the monster. Once I got inspired (thank you to @aquagirl1978 and her Ikevil Victor fic), I just couldn't seem to stop. Thank you also to this anon for your lovely request, and @maries-gallery and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly for the motivation to finish (pun absolutely intended)!

This fic is for Mo's event Late Summer Rendezvous, using the prompt "Sunset to Sunrise"!

Warnings ~ Sex toys, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, voyeurism, blowjobs, size kink, vague dom (suitor)/sub (reader), spanking, bdsm, anal, inanimate object penetration, penetration, double penetration, overstimulation, nipple play, creampie, double creampie, ejaculation, double ejaculation, mmf, no sexual interaction between mm

You stretched into the hum of your toy as it vibrated against your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you trailed it over the soft, supple nipple of your right breast. “Mmmm,” you purred, arching your back off the mattress as you chased the pleasant sensations. A whimper broke loose as your nipple began to harden under the pulsing of the soft tip of your toy, a sign it was time to travel downwards to meet your awaiting core. You urged the toy down your body, along the soft planes of your stomach, tracing each curve and dip as you made your way to your plush folds, and allowed your mind to wander as you pushed the toy between your lips and gasped as you reached your clit.

"J-Jin," you whimpered softly, picturing the 1st Prince's large hands encompassing your body, worshiping it with passionate reverence, dipping his deft fingers between your folds and working you open to fill your hole with his tongue. But Jin wasn't the only one in your fantasy. Another figure lurked in the shadows, tall, slender, mysterious. He watched with diligence, as if memorizing every move that drove you wild, before stepping into the light and brandishing his whip.

You moaned long and loud as you pressed your toy against your hole, the vibrations filling you with a white hot heat that wouldn't be sated with a single orgasm alone. You chased the tension that gripped you as you began to clench around the tip of the toy, and you were so close to spilling over…so close-

The door to your room swung open abruptly and you yelped in surprise, desperately clawing your way under the sheets to hide your bare body from the intruder. You squinted at the figure in your doorway and your breath began to slow once you realized it was Jin and not some stranger. But as you studied the Prince, you began to notice how unkempt he looked; how animalistic he seemed…how feral his eyes were, and your heart picked up speed of its own accord.

“Jin,” you said, sounding much more breathless than you had intended to.

“I like it a lot more when you say my name like you were saying it a minute ago.” he murmured, his red irises large and lust-blown as he stared intently at you, as though he could see right through the bedcovers.

Your eyes widened and you felt your face flush as the meaning of his words sank in. He heard me. He knew I was fantasizing about him! You buried your face in your hands on instinct. “I’m so sorry!” you cried, an apology the first thing off your tongue. You heard nothing in response for a long time, and, wondering if he had turned around to leave, you dared to peek through your fingers, but what you saw instead had you dropping your hands in surprise. Jin had stripped off his coat and shirt and was skulking towards you, as if hunting his prey, each defined muscle in his chest and abdomen clenching and releasing as he made his way to the side of your bed. “Jin,” you whispered and he crouched beside you, pulling your hand into his two larger ones and looking you in the eyes, more serious than you had ever seen him.

“There’s no need to apologize, sweetheart.” The words were sweet, but the look in his eyes was still predatory and your breath caught in your throat when you tried to answer, so instead of speaking, you simply nodded. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of your disheveled hair from your face and his fingers lingered there at your cheek, stroking your skin gingerly. His touch brought back memories of your fantasy and the place he touched began to heat. Jin must have noticed it too, because he smiled suddenly, and leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. You shivered as his hot breath hit your neck and his hand found its way under the covers to wrap around your waist.

"What did you dream of me doing to you, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear as the pad of his thumb danced around the skin below your breast. You gasped when he cupped it and swiped his thumb over your nipple. "Did I suck on your beautiful tits?" He chuckled darkly and a whimper escaped your lips as you nodded slowly. "Mmm, I know I'd enjoy that." He said, dropping a kiss onto your shoulder as his weight shifted onto you. You let him push you back onto the bed and tug the bedcovers down to reveal your body to the cool night air. Jin groaned as your breasts came into view, and you glanced down at his pants, both proud and thrilled to see how aroused he was.

"Will you let me make those fantasies come true, princess?" He coaxed from the nape of your neck, biting down on the soft skin there as his hand slithered down your body and cupped you, using his middle finger to make a quick swipe of your wet folds. You mewled softly as he touched you, nearly overwhelmed already by how much more intense the sensations were when it wasn't just a dream. Your eyes closed and you nodded eagerly, desperate to have more of him against you.

He laughed softly against your neck. "Mmm, good girl." You moaned as the nickname sent a jolt of pleasure to your core, and moaned again when Jin used that moment to dip his long finger inside of you to sample your wet warmth. The sensation was so strong; his finger was so deep.

"Unngghhhhhh, fuck, Jin." You whined, your hips thrusting against his finger as he curled it inside you. Your walls began to spasm around it, but he pulled it out of you quickly and you cried in frustration, your hips bucking harder in search of the friction you had just lost. You opened your eyes to glare at the beautiful man above you, but instead you were mesmerized by the way he took your slick and rubbed it onto your nipple before encasing it with his lips and sucking on it diligently. Your lips fell open and a groan came out as his tongue lapped your peaked bud over and over until you couldn't take any more, then he closed his lips over it and warmed it again, suckling on it like it would keep him alive.

You watched in dazed awe as he squeezed, perked, and pressed on your breasts until they were red with his fingermarks, and at last, when you tried to squirm away from him because the stimulation was too much, he smiled and sat back, satisfied with his work. You heaved in breath after breath, trying to put your scattered thoughts back together. “Was that all I did in your fantasy?” Jin’s voice was a low rumble at your side, full of mischief and unfulfilled desire.

“N-no,” you stuttered, the heat he had left untended flaring back to life as you thought of his cock stretching you wide. “But-” you stopped abruptly, wondering if you should tell him about the… other part of your fantasy.

“But?” he asked, resting his head nonchalantly against his hand, as though he hadn’t just ruined your bedsheets. “Do you not want to go any further?”

“No! That’s not it!” you replied quickly. Too quickly, by the looks of it. Jin sat up and dusted off his pants, feigning casualness.

“Well, if you can’t tell me what you want, I’m not gonna force ya.” he started to stand up and collect his clothes, and in an act of panic, you shot up off the bed and grasped his muscular arm, pressing it between your breasts and looking up at him desperately. The words came tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I fantasized that you and Sariel were both taking me!”

Jin stopped dead in his tracks and you feared, for only moments, that you had scared him away, or even worse, disgusted him. You retracted your body from him in shame and backed up to the middle of your bed, once again pulling the sheets up over your exposed body, wishing you hadn’t said anything. Jin still stood stiffly at the end of your bed, muscles tensed and unmoving. “Jin, I’m sor-”

“Wait here.” he instructed suddenly, then threw his coat over his shoulders and walked out the door without another word. Confusion mixed with rejection bubbled up inside of you, and all you wanted was to cover yourself from head to toe and cry, but before you could wriggle out of bed to find something to cover your body with, Jin popped his head back in the door. “And don’t you dare put on any clothes.” His tone was so serious that any thought of disobeying him was immediately disregarded and you nodded silently, watching him as he once again disappeared down the hallway. Minutes passed and you wondered if you had been tricked or forgotten, but footsteps down the hallway had you sitting up straight and clutching your bedsheets closer to your chest as they grew nearer.

At last, two figures appeared in your doorway, one you recognized immediately as Jin, but it wasn’t until Jin stepped inside to give you a better view of the other man that you realized it was Sariel. “Wha-” you opened your mouth to ask what was going on, but Jin was on you before you could even finish the first word, his lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss as his coat was once again discarded in the floor. “Jin!” you gasped between kisses as he pulled the covers away from your grasp and positioned himself over you. “What’s going on?!” you managed between assaults on your lips.

“I said I’d make your dreams come true, didn’t I, babygirl? I meant it.” The words took your breath away and you moaned softly, allowing him to pull you flush against him and drag his semi-hard cock along your pussylips before turning his head to Sariel, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched. His long vest cloak was already draped over the back of your sitting chair and his eyes were like slits, boring into you from the other side of the room, so harshly you could almost feel them like hands on your body.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Jin smirked, running his palm down your body, from your neck, across your breast, down to your stomach, and coming to rest at your core.

“I knew my student fancied hands-on learning, but I didn’t know she desired to learn such advanced lessons so early on.” Sariel mused, his lip ticking up on one side in a dangerous grin that had your heartbeat sounding between your legs.

“Well, she gets to learn from me first.” Jin chuckled and crawled down your body, crouching low enough to press a kiss to your slit as you writhed above him, then plunged his tongue between your folds.

“Ah, Jin!” you cried out, your fingers scrambling to find his hair and tug on it as he stroked your insides with his tongue and nuzzled your clit with his nose. A delectable knot formed in the pit of your stomach as he ravaged you, and your entire body hummed while he pulled moan after salacious moan from your lips. You had lost all sense of time and presence of mind to Jin's tongue deep inside of you, and you didn't even notice the man making his way to your side, now undressed to his boxers, until he leaned over you and grasped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him.

“Don’t think for a moment I’ll allow you to forget about me.” Sariel murmured onto your lips before parting them with his tongue and eagerly exploring your mouth.

“Mmm!” you crooned into his kiss, your tongue dancing with his while his gloved hands made quick work of your nipples, pinching them and rolling them until they stood taut for him to admire. He pulled back, enough to insert his gloved finger into your mouth, instructing you to bite down. When you obeyed, he pulled his hand until it was free of the glove, took it, and had you repeat the process with the other hand. You sighed blissfully as Jin worked you open with his fingers, taking care not to move too quickly. But you couldn’t focus on his ministrations for long, for Sariel had climbed up on the bed with you, and had your hand pressed against his aching bulge. You peeled away the last layer between you and his stiff cock and you moaned as it sprang free from its confines, already half-hard and desperate for your touch. You took it into your hand and gave it several pumps, eliciting a guttural growl from the minister kneeling next to you. Spurred on by his reaction, you opened your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sucking on it ever so slightly.

“Urgh,” Sariel grunted, struggling to still his stuttering hips. “Keep going.” he instructed, and you answered with a bob of your head on his stiffening member, pumping him with your hand and sucking him with your mouth. You had settled into an easy, pleasurable rhythm when you felt Jin’s finger plunge into your warmth and curl inside of you. You purred onto Sariel’s firm length and your body contorted as a sharp wave of heat hit you from the force of the stimulation. But just like last time, Jin removed his finger before granting you a release, planting a chaste kiss on your sopping folds before nodding to Sariel, who pulled his girth out of your mouth and backed off the bed, making his way instead to the sitting chair where his cape was flung and sitting down on it. He continued to stroke his own cock as Jin repositioned himself, a hand on each of your legs, pulling them apart and resting them on his shoulders before lining himself with your entrance.

“Ready, babygirl?” he smirked down at you, his handsome face and cocky smile nearly sending you to bliss as-is. You nodded, too hazy with lust to form a response, and he chuckled, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he entered you. You groaned lewdly, no longer caring who might hear through the door. His cock felt so good stretching you out like that, the stinging pain nothing in comparison to how indescribably satisfying it was to be filled by him.

“Jin!” you cried, wanting him closer. “M-more, please! More..” you sounded like a wanton, needy mess, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your walls welcomed all of Jin in and squeezed around him like a vice. “Ahh!” you yelped as he started moving, each vein and ridge sending your eyes rolling back in your head and your breath leaving you in gasps.

“I’ll give my princess anything she wants.” Jin grunted as he rolled his hips into your ass, pushing your legs up further, further, til he was bent over you rutting into your cunt and reaching deeper than you thought possible.

“F-fuck me, Jin, please, please!” you pleaded as the knot in the pit of your stomach pulled taut.

“Ya look so pretty- ungh! - look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. Fuck you’re so pretty when you’re - ugh - drunk on my - nghh - cock.” His words were punctuated by grunts and moans of his own, chasing his high alongside you.

“Please Jin, please. Daddy please, please Jin.” you begged as your body twisted, pressing closer to Jin, urging yourself down onto his cock over and over and over. You were so close, then you felt Jin’s fingers press into your clit and rub tight circles there.

“Mmm callin’ me daddy? Such a good girl. Gonna cum on my cock, princess? Hm? Gonna cum - ngh - all over me?”

“Ah, yes! Jin! Fuck!” you cried, his beckoning sending you over the edge. You clamped down on his cock and let out a long whine as you rode out your high with him inside you.

As your breath returned to you and you started to relax, Jin gently pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You whimpered at the loss, but Jin cupped your face gently and brought your lips to his once, twice, a third time before murmuring, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You won’t be empty long.” He crawled off the bed and nodded to Sariel, who had been waiting patiently while Jin had his way with you.

You were still in a haze as Sariel took Jin’s place on the bed and hauled you up, flipping you over to rest on all fours. “Hmmm.” he mused, stationing himself behind you to admire your plump rear and your swollen clit. “You were too gentle with her, Jin.” he said decidedly.

Smack!

“Unghh!” you cried out suddenly as Sariel’s hand smacked your ass cheek. The blissful daze was gone in an instant and the itching burn in your core had returned.

“That’s more like it. You need to be disciplined, don’t you, Belle?” he crooned in your ear and you nodded obediently, earning another forceful smack! to the backside. You felt the wetness in your core leaking from your slit as Sariel continued to administer your punishment. “Hand me my whip.” you heard him tell Jin and you bit back a moan. “Take that pillow and lay your head down, Belle.” Sariel instructed and you complied without hesitation, settling your cheek into the plush pillow and pushing your ass further in the air, expecting to feel the sharp sting of the whip. Instead, you felt something entirely different.

“Oh…” you whimpered softly as the blunt end of the whip entered your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he pumped the whip in and out of your cunt, fucking you from behind. But none of those sensations could have prepared you for the insatiable burn that took hold of you when Sariel thrust his pinkie into your puckered asshole. Words were no longer possible as Sariel spread both of your holes to use for his enjoyment, and tears pricked your eyes as the dueling sensations overstimulated you to the point of incoherent babbling.

“If you want two men’s cocks,” Sariel taunted as he continued his incursion of your holes. “You need to be trained to handle two men’s cocks. Isn’t that right?”

“Nghhh uh huh mmmm,” it was all you could muster, but it seemed enough for Sariel as he pumped you faster, adding another finger to your asshole as he stretched you. “Fuuuuck Sariel!” you groaned, gripping the pillow your head rested on with all your might as he thrusted his fingers and his whip in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Ah!” you cried in frustration as he removed everything from your body at once, leaving you empty and aching. You tried giving him a piece of your mind, but the words came out as a blubbering mess of gibberish and you gave up as a tear rolled down your face.

“C’mon now, Sariel, don’t make the lady cry.” Jin chided from the chair in the corner, and Sariel sighed.

“Very well, I shall give you what you want.” He slid his cock up and down your wet folds, coating his length in your slick. You were desperate to be filled to the brim with something; anything, that would fill the emptiness your pussy walls clenched around as Sariel’s plump tip swiped your clit again. A shiver of pleasure ran through you as you felt his cock head teasing your entrance but not quite pushing through. Desperate, you wiggled your rear back towards him, as if you could coax him into your pussy. But Sariel didn’t like being rushed, and you received a warning smack to your pussylips that had you yelping and settling down, ready to be obedient again.

When he finally entered you, you sighed in relief, the friction feeling so good within your throbbing heat that all of his previous teasing was immediately forgiven. He grasped your hips with his hands and bounced you forward and back, thrusting his girth into your dripping cunt roughly, hitting that deep spot inside of you that had you seeing stars behind your eyes as you cried out his name again and again. As you rode him, he plunged his fingers back into your puckered hole and worked you open, bit by bit, ignoring how your mewls and cries got louder as he did so.

Then all of the sudden, he paused, halting his movements, and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you and his hands were on your breasts, guiding you up to press your back against his chest. He held you there as Jin crawled onto the bed in front of you and laid down on his back, looking up at you with unbridled lust in his eyes as he brushed your pink lips with his thumb. "Ready for two, sweetheart?" He chuckled, rubbing tight circles around your clit as Sariel helped you ease your legs open and scoot forward to balance your entrance over Jin's length. You had been so ready to imagine it, but now that you were here, faced with two beautiful men with two very large members, you hesitated, wondering if the pain would outweigh the pleasure. "Hey," Jin's voice brought you back to earth and you gazed down at his softened expression. "We're gonna take care of you, make sure you feel so good. And if you want us to stop, we will, okay? This is all you." You glanced over your shoulder at Sariel and he nodded, his own features softening ever so slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and your shoulders relaxed. You were in safe hands with your two men, and you were thankful they had reminded you.

"Mkay," you murmured. "I'm ready."

"C'mere, princess. Sit down on me." Jin coaxed and you obliged him, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long moan that rattled your entire body. He took hold of your hips and lowered you down to him, covering your lips with his and stroking your back gently as you readjusted to his wider girth. Once you nodded, he began thrusting up into you, moulding your pliant pussy around his cock as he plunged into you over and over again. You let your full weight rest on his muscular chest as he pumped you full, only slowing down once Sariel lined up with your asshole and slowly worked his way inside.

You cried out loudly, pain ripping through you as Sariel’s cock stuffed you full. He paused, waiting for you to either adjust or tell him to stop. Jin kissed your forehead and reached between your legs to rub your clit, trying to ease your tension. You focused on Jin's deft fingers for awhile and were finally able to relax into his embrace again. You nodded, telling Sariel it was okay for him to continue moving, and he was able to fully sheath himself in your hole. You groaned when Sariel started to move, the pleasure of being completely filled in both holes robbing you of all sense.

"Mmm," you hummed, adjusting yourself ever so slightly. Each tiny movement caused a new wave of heat in your core to erupt, and you nearly came undone in the first few seconds. But your body became more accustomed to the pressure, and Jin and Sariel began to coordinate their thrusts so that you would always be filled with one of them.

Your moans got louder as they pounded into you, their cocks twitching inside of you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. "Ah, ah!" You yelped, useless as you were bounced on their two pulsing cocks like a living toy. "Please, yes. Please make me cum, please let me cum, I'm gonna cum, please." You stammered, not fully aware of everything you were saying. But they felt so good and you didn't want it to stop, and you kept begging as they rutted into you. Sariel leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Are you going to cum for us, sweet little helpless Belle?" And at the same time, Jin closed his lips around one of your nipples and sucked hard. You lost your vision as the walls of both your abused holes clamped down on the two men's cocks with a vice grip, sucking them both in as far as they'd go. Your legs started shaking and you were fairly sure you were calling Jin and Sariel's names into the night air as you came hard and fast on both of their eager cocks.

You had little hold on reality, but in your bliss you could still feel the two men cumming inside of you, filling your holes with their seed and making sure that none was wasted on your bedsheets. You vaguely recognized the feeling of being laid down on your pillow, and the last thing you remembered was being encapsulated in warmth.

When the sun was high in the sky later that morning, and its rays stirred you from your deep slumber, you looked around lazily to find yourself alone in your bed, and your room had been put back exactly the way it had been before Jin came in the night before. "That wasn't a dream, was it?" You thought to yourself as you tried to prop yourself up on your elbow. The searing ache that followed that slight bit of movement told you that no, it definitely was not a dream. So why had they left? You continued your visual sweep of the room and your eyes landed on a note sitting atop your bedside table that most definitely had not been there last night. You opened it and smirked at the contents, already knowing what your answer would be.

Belle,

Apologies for leaving so early, we had some official business that needed tending to. However, Prince Jin has made it known to me that he is free this Friday evening, and it just so happens that I am free that evening as well. Shall we rendezvous again then? Until that time, I am certain that both Prince Jin and I would be delighted to spend some more…daylight-appropriate quality time with you.

Do not let these trysts affect your studying habits, or we shall have to discuss your punishment. I do hope you slept well and there is a salve for the pain in the top drawer

Sariel & Jin

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bakersgrief · 15 days

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A/n: FUCK this took me forever. Uuuuh I really don't love it but I hope I can feed a few Silvio simps.

WARNINGS: explicit content, collaring, leash play, puppy play, master kink, degradation, orgasm denial, swearing, face stepping, oral (reader recieving), fem reader, no beta we die like the king

"The fuck is this...?" The last thing Silvio was expecting was to find a collar around his neck when you planted yourself on his lap, quickly fastening it before he had the chance to react. It was a simple leather affair with a metal clasp, quite unlike the finery he typically adorned himself with. It was fitting that he was dressed down as well, resembling the haughty puppy he was more than a powerful prince. Perhaps you had spoiled him a bit too much with your affections to have him sprawled across the sofa like he owned the place. What a naughty thing he was.

Your lips curled up in a smirk, barely deterred by his confused protest. What a disobedient dog. "Hmm? Don't you like it, puppy?"

"The hell-" Click. A leash. Silvio was indignant. You not only collared him, but put a leash on him as well? And both were plain as hell. What were you thinking, trying to put a prince like him in such boring attire?Well, maybe not completely boring. It was... just the littlest bit exciting. Not that he would ever tell you that. You pushed yourself off his lap and stood in front of him, winding the lead around your hand and responding calmly to his challenging glare.

"I'm afraid it was a necessity. After all, you know dogs aren't allowed on the furniture."

"Huh? Hrgk-!" Silvio was yanked off the sofa with surprising force, landing on his knees in front of you. Of course, you were careful not to hurt him. The human neck was delicate, after all. His baleful gaze suggested he hadn't just let you bodily yank him off the couch, as though he was kneeling at your feet and looking up at you expectantly entirely against his will. As though his racing heart and twitching cock was due to anger rather than sudden arousal.

"...The hell do ya think you're doing?" His voice came out as growl that would have been threatening; were he not getting hard just from being on his knees while you towered over him.

"My, my." You tutted in mock disappointment. "What noisy barking, puppy. Do I need to muzzle you as well?"

"Ngh-" Silvio grunted as you grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back to get a better look at his slowly forming blush.

You murmed in a sultry voice, mere inches from his face. "It would be in your best interest to behave, puppy. Surely you know... only good boys get to cum."

Silvio felt his cock throb at your words.

"...oh yeah? And why should I listen to you?"

The heat burning inside of him flared as your eyes became cold and sharp.

"Why...?" You pretended to ponder the question as you moved to sit in the center of the sofa Silvio had previously occupied. You slowly pulled the leash in your hand taut, before yanking him around so he was kneeling between your legs.

You pushed his shoulders down and planted your foot on his face, earning another growl from him.

"This is your place, puppy." You whispered sweetly. "At your master's feet."

You stepped off him and pulled his face to your clothed core. Silvio couldn't help but lean in just a bit, inhaling the scent of your arousal.

"Now, puppy." You whispered again. "Make good use of that noisy mouth of yours."

You slowly pressed his face against your clothed sex, hearing his breath hitch.

"Haha, it's your favorite treat, isn't it?" You cooed, gently rocking your hips against his face.

Silvio glared at you, but didn't try to pull away, obediently mouthing at your damp undergarments. You smiled, pleased with his compliance. He slowly raised a hand, hooking his finger in your panties and pulling them to the side so he could begin licking long stripes up your sweet pussy.

Your sighs of pleasure rang out as you stroked Silvio's hair, encouraging him.

"What a good boy. If you do a really good job, I might just let you come inside me."

Silvio shuddered and began to lap at your leaking hole more enthusiastically. You grinned in delight.

"Does my puppy like that? You wanna spill your seed in your master's pretty cunt? You want me all warm and full of your love when I'm done having my way with you?"

Silvio let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine, causing your head to fall back as it reverberated through your pussy. The sounds of his wet lapping and your pleased hums mingled in the air.

"Such a dirty boy." You panted. "Nothing but a bitch in heat. Devouring your master's cunt just for a chance to come inside her."

Silvio whined, painfully hard. You chuckled mockingly.

"Keep licking, puppy. I'm not letting YOU cum until you beg me with a face covered in MY cum."

Silvio shivered, precum staining the front of his pants as his cock grew impossibly harder in anticipation for the long night ahead.

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aphroditestempleimagines · 7 months

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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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ridiculouslly-ridiculous · 2 months

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It’s Valentines like every day

Keith Howell x Fem!Reader (could also be read as MC/Emma)

TW/CW: porn no plot, oral (m! Receiving), cum (and I mean A LOT), cum swallowing, hand job, grinding, ball play, not beta read.

Word count: 460

I’ve been thinking about seeing how many times Keith can cum in one night — or just making him cum until he can’t cum no more.

The first one comes from giving him a hand job. You start off nice and slow, just really riling him up. And slowly start increasing the speed and pressure. His pre-cum leaking out and helping you to move your hand to really work at his sensitive spots, especially his tip where he’s the most sensitive. Even his first load is so messy — coming out in spurts, it gets all over your hands and his thighs, and stomach.

The second one comes from sucking him off. First you lick up all cum from the first load and just tease the hell out of him with your tongue before you start to suck his soul out of his body. And once you have him deep into your throat you can’t help but to tease his balls with your tongue. He shutters and his face is so red by how good you’re making him feel. He shoots his second load down your throat and he’s so turned on by watching you swallow it all.

The third one is just grinding your pussy against his cock. No penetration — just straight up grinding. The veins on his cock feel so good against your clit with each drag. His grip on your hips is so strong, he’s definitely holding back from plunging into your pussy and having you ride him, there’s definitely going to be some bruising in the morning. By now Keith is a whimpering mess and his moans are so breathy they’re verging on silent. You feel the grip on your hips loosen as he cums again, this time it splatters all over his abs. His breathing is labored and he feels so weak but so good.

You let him catch his breath for a moment, you watch as he breathes deeply how his adams apple moves. Deciding to tease him a bit more by scooping your fingers through the cum that just splattered across his abs and lick your fingers clean. You hear him let out a raspy moan and feel his cock twitch and harden underneath you as he watches you tantalizing lick up and savor every trace of his cum.

Then you proceed to make him cum again, again, and again. You don’t stop until you see Keith’s eyes beginning to droop and you see him close his eyes for just a moment. His long lashes fluttering and then his eyes slowly open. And he’s switched.

You now find yourself pinned underneath him, his golden eyes staring directly into yours. “You exhausted him so we switched,” he smirks, “Now, how about we return the favor, hm?”

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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Masturbation May - Day 5b: Edging (Keith Howell)

A/N: Keith was suggested for day 5 and I was very excited to write this! I heavily debated on which alter to write for and decided to try my hand at nice!Keith. I debated on mean!Keith at first but thought I might make him a little too mean. Anyway here we are. Also late posting

Featuring: fem reader || nice!Keith x reader

Warnings: masturbation; some descriptors of reader's body including cleavage and boobs; reader and Keith are NOT dating; dirty thoughts and sexual fantasy about reader with lots of guilt (sorry Keith); accidental edging rather than intentional; orgasm denial; the man is a mess

Word count: 2002

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Keith felt like a monster. Some tiny rational part of him knew that was an exaggeration, that the way he felt right now was just a natural reaction and a normal biological process. However, as much as he tried to rationalize and calm himself down, he couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that seemed to cascade on him the longer his thoughts lingered.

It had been a particularly warm day in Rhodolite, and when Keith ran into you in the palace, you were wearing a thin blouse with a sweetheart neckline to help beat the heat. The neckline didn't dip particularly deep, but it gave a clear view of the soft curve of your breasts, and it was enough of a change from your usual wear that it brought a momentary blush to Keith's face.

It was a rare day off for you, and you had offered to take Keith out into town to visit a café and enjoy the gorgeous weather. Perhaps any other day, he would have been delighted and had a great time relaxing and conversing with you. However, he instead found his mind distracted, and his gaze wandering to less-than-innocent places.

He always thought you were beautiful, physically and personality wise, and he often caught himself admiring your features. He thought of the shape of your mouth and the sound of your voice as you said his name, or the color of your eyes and the bright intelligence that lay within them. Sometimes he watched your graceful but dexterous fingers as they handled scores of documents with ease, your strength and your capabilities evident in your work. But his thoughts now seemed to dwell in dirtier places, and the more he tried to ignore them, the more they seemed to pop up.

As you two entered a bookstore together, you had accidentally bumped into Keith's body, catching his arm against your chest. It was only a moment, and the two of you had spent the next few minutes exchanging apologies, as was per usual. You both finally settled after finding a compromise, allowing him to purchase just one book for you as repayment for his clumsiness (which you would still argue with him didn't deserve punishment or repayment), and shortly afterwards, you two parted ways.

Keith hurried back to the palace after that, and as he entered his guest room, he couldn't help but immediately cover his face, sinking to the ground in front of his door. Although the touch had been brief, it was long enough for him to feel the cushion of your breasts, warm and pillowy and inviting. He could feel the itch in his hands to reach out and touch, to see if they really were as soft as they seemed from that first impression. He had to wonder, would you like being touched that way? Did you like to be touched that way?

You'd also had the sweetest flustered expression on your face after the accidental bump, likely too aware of what body part he'd brushed up against. Something deep and dark in him wanted to see that expression again, draw it out of you only for him to see. He couldn't even fathom what would have happened if... he was around. Keith was fairly certain his other self wouldn't go too far, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be taken advantage of at all, and was secretly happy that it had been him who was with you.

Keith tried to shake his head free of the thoughts, now, feeling ashamed and dirty, but his mind's imagery kept going back to you regardless. Even worse, he could feel the way his body awakened at these thoughts, heart thumping hard and pumping his blood down south. He found his hand snaking down without thinking, brushing against the tent forming in his pants, and the sudden sensation made him gasp, partly in pleasure and partly in alarm.

He couldn't believe himself, getting hard just from an accidental touch, especially with someone that wasn't even his lover. What if you found out, somehow? You'd find him disgusting, and he'd be lucky if you ever looked his way again, much less spoke to him. He tore his hand away, shutting his eyes closed tight in an effort to calm himself. But alas, all he could think of was you.

After a respite from the outing and the heat, you had planned to have dinner with Keith, Yves, and Licht, and Keith could see that his time was limited to deal with his problem. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to face you, especially if he saw you in the same top you wore earlier. However, the more he thought about taking care of his urges, the dirtier he felt, feeling like a disgrace for pleasuring himself to the thought of you. But he had a feeling the images wouldn't leave his mind until he addressed his true desires. After a long moment of contemplation, he slowly undid his pants, his erection straining against the material until he practically popped out in his freedom. He thanked the gods, then, that his other self wasn't usually aware of what happened when he wasn't presenting; based on what he could infer from his own servants' reactions, he could only imagine the way he'd be taunted, mocked, and ridiculed.

He slipped off one his gloves, pocketing it before it became dirty, and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The feeling was heavenly as he stroked lightly, slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. Something in the back of his mind nagged at him, telling him this was wrong, but he did his best to ignore it, reasoning with himself that his response was natural. He was just attracted to you, of course his body might get a little excited about it from time to time. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or creep you out, but doing this just this once would be ok, right...?

Keith moved his hand faster, chasing his pleasure. He wanted this over this, wanted to finally calm down so he could face you like normal. He couldn't help but picture you in your shirt again, the way you'd looked out in town with the sun shining around you and highlighting your hair. He remembered the feel of your body touching his at the bookstore, and wanted to feel it again, hold you closer and get a fuller taste of you and your curves.

He fought against the sinful thoughts, not wanting to desecrate your image in his mind, but the lust and guilt were evenly matched. As his orgasm approached its zenith, Keith's mind started playing tricks on him. Right before the peak, he imagined you finding out about what he was doing, making a cry of disgust that shook him out of his fantasy and cut his pleasure off short. He immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes flying open, his heart pounding in his chest, and his orgasm skittered away almost instantly.

Listening around, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat, no sign of you having approached his door. He looked at the clock again and saw he still had time left and tried to calm his racing heartbeat, fingers trembling with his anxiety. Seemingly against all odds, he was still hard despite the anxiety attack, and he wanted to hit himself for still being so aroused. His cock was twitching, desperate to release after getting so close and hanging heavily from the blood flow. His cockhead was a mess, smeared with his pre, and he just knew his room smelled of his scent.

Maybe a cool bath would calm him down instead, but Keith knew he didn't have the time for that. And if he called off the dinner, he'd make you suspicious and possibly offend the Rhodolitian princes-- not that he thought that's what would really happen, but he was practically panicking now. He leaned his head back against his door, knees trembling and groin aching with need, considering his options.

Finally, he decided to give pleasuring himself another try with what time he had left. He reached his hand down and grasped his base, his hips bucking involuntarily in response, and he couldn't help the low groan that came out. He worked up a moderate rhythm, squeezing rhythmically and twisting his wrist to give himself more pleasure. It wasn't long before he could feel his orgasm make its return, quickly building back up and making his body throb with desire.

He continued palming himself, his hips thrusting of their own volition into his hand, chasing his orgasm once more. If anyone could see him now, they would say he was the very image of sinful, cheeks flushed a bright red, hair mussed, and his golden eyes teary and pupils blown out with lust. Everything in his being ached to release, his mind and his body battling fiercely as to whether he should get to cum or not, that sense of shame still lingering in his mind.

But before Keith could help himself, he envisioned you before him once more, but in a very different manner, your soft hands splayed across his chest, pushing him back against the door, then moving down to rub along his thighs as he fucked his fist. Your voice was talking him towards his orgasm, encouraging him, saying how good he was for you, how you couldn't wait for him to explode. The words were crass, lewder than you'd probably ever say in real life, but it was still tantalizing. It was such a turnaround from his prior imagining, of course it pushed him ever closer to his climax, wondering if you actually sounded like this in bed.

Fantasy-you knelt before him, your blouse slipping off your shoulders, revealing the rounded tops of your breasts. His eyes couldn't decide where to settle, wanting to maintain eye contact with you but flickering back and forth between your tits and your lips that were curved up into a wry smile. Your enticing words continued, telling him how handsome he was, how you wanted to see him cum, that you wanted every drop. And with your words, Keith's vision changed, immediately seeing you with his cum covering your chest and your chin, dripping down depravedly, and his orgasm rose up, wanting to fulfill his desires—

Keith gasped, tearing his hand away from his body, his cock throbbing needily at the denied orgasm, and he willed himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and counting to ten. That last image was the final straw, appalled at himself for imagining you in such a dirty scenario. He knew he should have taken the cold bath; he couldn't believe he let his imagination get away from him like that, and it took everything in his power to imagine something else, anything else at all.

Unfortunately, somehow like you were summoned, a knock resounded on the other side of the door that he was leaning against, and his fear chased away any remainder of his lingering orgasm. He could hear your sweet voice coming from behind, telling him you were fetching him for the dinner party, and he wanted to collapse right then and there at the timing. He scrambled to answer you, cursing the squeak in his voice like he was on the verge of puberty, and rushed to clean himself up.

It was some sort of miracle that his body calmed enough by the time he opened the door, and you were seemingly none the wiser, allowing him to move forward with the dinner plans and act like a normal person once more as the evening continued. But Keith knew he was treading on thin ice. If today's session had taught him anything, it was that he needed to address this issue before it truly went out of hand. He just couldn't help it; he was enamored with you, and knew he needed more, and soon.

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