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╰┈➤ This is a masterlist for the works written for my 2000 followers special event held at the end of October 2024, with a total of 30 requests accepted. The ones yet to be written are marked by the prompt chosen for them and are all subject to change, as well as their order.
#1 ★ CRADLE: assembling a baby cradle for your future child makes SHINGEN TAKEDA picture how you'd look when pregnant with his child ► "Oh, I've been imagining things alright. You'd be surprised exactly how much I've been imagining things." tags: Breeding; Mentions of Pregnancy; Nipple Play; Dirty Talk; Hand & Finger Kink; Body Worship
#2 ★ OUT OF LOVE: talking about babies with LUKE RANDOLPH between rounds of lovemaking ► "I want to meet them already." tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Cuddlefucking; Mentions of Pregnancy; mentions of babies; Fluff and Smut; Multiple Orgasms
#3 ★ CALORE: you're given a fertility potion so that SILVIO RICCI could be sure you're pregnant with his child ► "Here I thought ya were still sleepy. Getting straight to business, ain't we?" tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Mentions of Pregnancy; Fertility Drugs; Aphrodisiacs; Nipple Play; Nipple Licking; Morning Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Impregnation; Established Relationship; Married Couple
#4 ★ MY WOMAN: an interaction during a mission leaves JUDE JAZZA feeling possessive over you ► "I'll have to leave some kind of mark on ya so that everybody knows yer mine." tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Possessive Sex; Marking; Massage; Dirty Talk; Teasing; Spooning; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Fluff at the end
#5 ★ DOLLS AND TEA SETS: Buying his sons toys makes THEODORUS VAN GOGH wish he had to shop at the girls' section too ► "I want to have a girl." tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Married Characters; Bathtub Sex; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Fluff; Aftercare
#6 ★ WHOOPSIE-DAISY YOO-HOO, YELLING "I LOVE YOU"!: You're ovulating and thinking of letting ROGER BAREL impregnate you ► "Don't you worry about it. I'll take responsibility. I'll have you dressed in white as soon as you begin to show." tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Risky Sex; Ovulating Reader; Vaginal Sex; Multiple orgasms; Possessive Sex; Kitchen Sex; Dirty talk; Mentions of Pregnancy; Large cock; Size Difference; Size Kink; Slight Dumbification; Creampie
#7 ★ AFTER DARK: You make a deal with ALFONS SYLVATICA so that he decides when and how to breed you ► "Is today a safe day?" tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Public Sex; a little bit of consensual non-con (you know how it is with the villains); Negotiated kink; Risky Sex; Impregnation; Vaginal Sex; Quickies; Begging; Dirty Talk; Clothed Sex; Creampie
#8 ★ PUSH & PULL: When your corset suddenly malfunctions, CLAVIS LELOUCH gives you a quick load before your date in addition to helping you out ► "We'll do it before dinner, and we'll do it after. I have to make sure it takes, no?" tags: Breeding kink; Impregnation; Fondling; Clothing kink; Breast play; Mentions of Pregnancy; Vaginal sex; Creampie; Quickies
#9 ★ JUST ONE MORE?: RIO ORTIZ wants to have a lot of babies ► "I need to get you pregnant again. I want more babies with you." tags: Breeding Kink; Impregnation; Vaginal Fingering; Multiple Orgasms; Mating Press; Creampie; Aftercare; Humor
#10 Making sure that it takes with COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN and LEONARDO DA VINCI - COMING SOON
#11 Making the moment special with NAPOLEON BONAPARTE and JEAN D'ARC - COMING SOON
#12 With you taking the lead with KAGARI AMAGASE - COMING SOON
#13 When they'd already gotten you pregnant before with SILVIO RICCI - COMING SOON
#14 Making the moment special with CHEVALIER MICHEL - COMING SOON
#15 In the heat of the moment with VICTOR - COMING SOON
#16 Making sure that it takes with THEODORUS VAN GOGH - COMING SOON
#17 Making the moment special with KENSHIN UESUGI - COMING SOON
#18 (PROMPT YET TO BE DECIDED) with COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN - COMING SOON
#19 To produce a heir + While you're in heat with SILVIO RICCI and GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN - COMING SOON
#20 While you're in heat with ROGER BAREL - COMING SOON
#21 In the heat of the moment with DATE MASAMUNE - COMING SOON
#22 As a proof that you belong to them with THEODORUS VAN GOGH - COMING SOON
#23 With a chance for twins with SIRIUS OSWALD - COMING SOON
#24 Imagining you pregnant with CHEVALIER MICHEL - COMING SOON
#25 Making the moment special with JUDE JAZZA - COMING SOON
#26 As a proof that you belong to them with ELBERT GREETIA - COMING SOON
#27 When they'd already gotten you pregnant before with SHINGEN TAKEDA - COMING SOON
#28 With a chance for twins with JUDE JAZZA - COMING SOON
#29 As a proof that you belong to them with NAPOLEON BONAPARTE - COMING SOON
#30 Making sure that it takes with BYRON WAGNER - COMING SOON
╰┈➤ Professor Stein hates grading homework. You help take the load off his shoulders.
Dr. Franken Stein/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Cockwarming; Fondling; Teasing; Penis in Vagina Sex; Smoking; Desperation Play; Pee desperation (No wetting); No watersports; Light Masochism; Creampie • wordcount: 1,964 • masterlist
a/n: I'm only about halfway into Soul Eater, but Stein has my heart. I needed to get this out of my system.
Title inspired by Mindless Self Indulgence's song of the same name.
One glance is all it takes for you to realize something’s wrong with Stein.
You’ve seen your partner engrossed in work enough times to catch the distinct change of demeanor. For starters, this time you don’t even have to announce your presence as you approach him slouching over his desk, whereas normally you’d be overcautious about interrupting him. What’s more, he’s the first to greet you, with a lazy half-spin in his chair and a hand in the air, a listless expression on his face.
“Hello, Professor! What are you doing?”
Curious as you are, you still decide to stick to your little afternoon ritual first and prepare two nice hot cups of coffee to enjoy together while he works. He’s fast to sate your curiosity, but not without a tired sigh leaving his lips.
“Somebody’s not content with my teaching methods… Now I have to grade homework.
It’s your turn to sigh, finding it hard to sympathize with Stein when you know of his endless dissection lectures. He definitely has a more…hands-on approach to learning. It was about time he taught those poor kids something else, but you can see now why he’s been so unmotivated to grade the papers. The least you can do is keep him company.
While busy with the coffee machine, you can see how restless Stein is from the corner of your eye. He steers his office chair for a few laps around the lap, coming by to give your ass a smack at one point, before parking it in front of the desk again, and, even standing up to stretch his long limbs. Which he definitely isn’t doing enough of, on the daily, but you’re too perplexed to praise him for that right now.
“I can’t stand still.”
I can tell, you think to yourself, even if it only comes out as a soft hum instead.
…Or maybe, you can help him with that.
“Room for one more?” You swing your hips coquettishly as you place the two cups on his desk, somehow finding a spot without scattered papers.
“Mhm. Come here.”
Stein opens his arms to welcome you onto his lap, and you’d be quick to claim your seat, but there’s still something you have to do beforehand.
You reach down to his trousers and put a palm over his crotch, gently beginning to rub around the area until you can feel the outline of his cock.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?”
Stein’s voice has a probing edge to it, but he lets it happen.
Catching his ivy gaze is a threat to your composure, but you keep executing your plan with confidence, soon feeling his cock come to life little by little. “Getting you hard, obviously!”
“Obviously,” Stein parrots, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, yet he, again, lets it happen.
Deciding that’s been enough testing the waters, you move on to undoing his belt and freeing his half-hard cock from its confines. Giving it a few strokes with nothing on the way does the job a lot quicker, though you wouldn’t have minded putting your mouth to work if needed.
Stein doesn’t pay you too much attention as you position yourself over him, your skirt making everything much easier as you simply push your panties to the side and begin sinking down on his girthy length.
Even though you know you’re ready, the intrusion still leaves you breathless as you bottom out on Stein’s cock. Just a slight tingle of pain, the kind that promises a plethora of pleasure in its wake, making things that much more exciting.
The poor chair’s been through a lot, but even as it creaks a little under your combined weight, you feel as comfortable as a cat in a cardboard box.
“There, now you have nowhere to go!” you say triumphantly, proud of your idea as Stein takes a sip of the steaming black liquid. Seated sideways in his lap, you make sure not to be in the way to your best extent, and he proves you right by picking up the red pen once again and effortlessly at that. He even places his other hand around your waist.
“Much better,” he agrees.
His chin is rested upon your shoulder and you can feel his larynx producing those two words in the form of a soft vibration against your skin. It makes you want to kiss him, but you’re not here to distract him further than he already is, are you?
For a while, the only sound in the lab is the scribbling of the pen across the paper and the occasional sip of coffee coming from both of you. It’s strangely tranquil, and you’re glad it seems to be doing the trick…
Until it isn’t.
“Ngh…” you moan at the way Stein bounces you in his lap just once, experimentally, continuing off as if it’s nothing. You know better than to give him the reaction he wants, and you try your best to return to your scattered thoughts again. Next, his hand snakes upwards to squeeze a breast. You smack it away.
Cockwarming him normally is much easier. It’s a great way for the two of you to unwind and spend some time together while not getting in the way of his work. Though, the position is to be blamed here as well, you suspect, as you notice it feels significantly tighter inside you when you’re sitting sideways. Your legs are now pressed together as opposed to being parted over Stein’s own legs when you’re facing him or when you have your back to his chest. It makes things feel more intense. Stein catches that as well.
Playing with the stray ends of your hair, you wonder how much longer it would take him to finish with those papers. You’re not even realizing it, but you’re subconsciously grinding down on him. The pleasure suddenly creeps on you and builds up, and you stop. You’re unfairly teasing him when he’s trying so hard to focus…
“Light my cigarette.”
Not even noticing when he’d popped a cigarette in his mouth, you turn your head sideways and search with your eyes for the lighter lost among the mess on his desk. You’re a bit lightheaded already, evident by the way you fumble with it as you bring it to his mouth. The soft click is followed by the sound of him sucking on a breather, taking a long drag of it. It makes things to you which you dont want to adress, and you turn away as soon as you put the lighter back in its rather random spot. You swear you spotted from your peripheral vision a little heart-shaped cloud of smoke rise up in the air and quickly dissolve.
Stein pats your hip, giving it a good squeeze. His palms are so warm and tantalizing as they feel you up, you can’t help the automatic bodily reaction of clenching your pelvic muscles. You feel the heat move up your stomach and fill up your chest momentarily.
All of a sudden, the familiar feeling shapes into something entirely else, like an electric current zapping you throughout the length of your body. But it’s different from Stein using his soul’s wavelength on you.
You to use the bathroom.
“Professor, I think I’m going to take a toilet break, haha…”
“I’m almost done.”
Stein shuts you down almost immediately, and the mere thought of being deprived of that relief exaggerates the situation for your brain. Not good.
It doesn’t help that the whole thing makes you twice as horny, by some great design. Stein’s hand goes wandering over your body once more. While you’re busy cursing the diuretic effects of the coffee, Stein drums his leg against the floor. It seems like he’s just stimming, but you swear he’s finding subtle ways to rile you up. Your walls clamp down around his cock again. The sound of his pen circling a mistake fills your head.
A small eternity goes by until you finally hear the words.
“Okay, I’m done.”
The pen rolls away upon being dropped from his hold. The tips of his fingers arrive at the crux of your thighs, and it almost makes you jump. For a second there, you forgot what exactly it was that you were counting down towards.
You had no idea how overly sensitive the area had become while you were focused on the feeling of his fat cock lodged into your depths. Stein uses that to his full advantage.
“H-Hakase…” your pleas fall on deaf ears as he mercilessly rubs your clit. The sense of something rapidly building up inside you scares you, not sure if you’re going to cum or piss yourself first.
“Don’t worry about it. Just give in.”
You’re not convinced he understands the gravity of the situation. “But- But I’m going to…!”
“You won’t,” his tone is matter-of-factly, and you have no reason to doubt his knowledge of the human body. Though you suspect he might be saying it more because he doesn’t care about the outcome either way. Gross is not a word found in Dr. Franken Stein’s dictionary, last time you checked.
It would be a lie to say you coherently decide to trust him. Your body takes that decision for you before you can react, and you’re skyrocketed to the heights of ecstasy. The way you writhe in pleasure on his lap is almost embarrassing as he struggles to keep his fingers on your clit, the veins on his hand protruding.
You come down from your high as fast as you climbed up - the quick orgasm being enhanced by the pressure on your bladder, but desperation taking the spotlight as soon as it’s over.
Stein takes charge the very same moment, before the lust clouding your mind can lose its hold on you and ruin the beautiful moment. He grabs you by the legs, not knowing his own strength, and rotates you in his lap until you're with your back to him. In the next second, you find yourself bent over his desk, your upper half meeting the pile of papers as he begins fucking you in earnest.
He only lasts a few thrusts, all of which are filled by your near-screams and his grunting, and it feels damn good to get some movement after being still for so long. Stein groans and slams his hips in your tight pussy one last time before filling you up with his sperm.
On his exit, he wipes his cock in the inside of your thigh for good measure, your panties already sticky and ruined by your combined juices.
Thump. Stein takes you in his arms backwards with him to slam into the chair together while you catch your breath. He knows you’re in a hurry, but…
“Professor, that was… really good…”
“Mhm.”
The click of his lighter comes again.
“Though, my stomach is beginning to ache a little bit…” you confess.
You might be imagining it, but Stein stills completely for a moment, a dangerous aura coming from him. You keep forgetting that he’s a sadist at heart.
His large palm comes just over your bladder, but he’s good to you, and refrains from teasing you further. His tone is warm when he speaks up.
“Just think about how good it would feel when you finally release it.”
You giggle at his words, putting effort into getting onto your feet, wobbly as they are, like a newborn doe deer. He doesn’t stop you this time.
When you look down at the desk, the thing he last worked on comes into focus. You can see it’s a scrap piece of paper with a doodle of what appears to be Shinigami-sama on it.
A/N: Of coooourseee, avec plaisir :D This def ended up longer than expected, I hope you like it!!
2000 Followers Celebration - IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON- Prompt 8. When they've already gotten you pregnant before
You're awoken by the sound of baby cries.
It’s early in the morning, just before sunrise. Rio is nowhere to be seen, so you have no choice but to get out of bed and tend to the source of the noise. Reaching into the crib and carefully cradling the blonde-haired gremlin close to your chest, you rock back and forth in a way that almost lulls you back to sleep… Once your son is calm again, you settle him back down and change him quickly while distracting him with some babytalk, and he giggles at you as if he understands. All is well.
The second you're done, however, another set of cries echoes through the room. For a second there you really thought you were going so well at keeping your other baby sound asleep throughout it all.
"Sweetie, don't cry, mama is here…!" You hurry to pick her up before she can, in turn, make her twin brother cry again.
Suddenly you spot something moving on the floor, and shockingly enough, you realize it's your second eldest crawling towards you. Setting down the baby from your arms next to the other one, you bend over to take hold of your fast-paced toddler before he can hurt himself.
"My god, did you manage to climb out of your crib again?? You really are your father's son…"
"Mama, mama! Can't sleep!"
The one who answers you is not him but his older sister, who has already gotten out of bed, dragging her doggy plushie that's almost larger than her entire being, letting go of it only to tug at your clothing so you can pay attention to her.
Before you can comfort her, you put down the toddler because you have to grab hold of yet another baby that has crawled towards you - where did he come from?? - and now someone is crying again, which makes a chain reaction and the room fills with a cacophony of upset babies. The loudest sound seems to come from outside your bedroom quarters, and you hurriedly reach into your wardrobe to put something over your sleepwear before investigating. But wait, there is a crying baby in the wardrobe too! And one is coming from under the bed!
You start looking around in all directions to see if more will come, and suddenly you gasp in shock. The balcony door is wide open! You leave everything behind and rush to the balcony, hopefully before anything bad can happen.
The early morning sun is blinding as it peeks over the horizon, and you squint to take a better look at the silhouette you spot at the far end of the spacious balcony. It's Rio. He notices you and slowly turns towards you, shielding his own eyes from the sun.
"You're up. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you…"
Though his tone is slightly wavering, there's a serene smile on his lips. His blue eyes are filled with love. He's dressed all in white, the open collar of his shirt swaying softly in the wind.
When he's finished turning around, you see him gently cradling his belly.
NOOOOOOO! No more!!!!
"My love! My love, it's alright, it's alright, it's just a dream! I'm here!"
You blink at Rio, the blurry lines of his face coming into focus as you realize he's leaning over you in bed.
"A dream…"
Rio smiles, seeing that you look calmer already. But in the next second, his shoulders droop.
"I failed. I told you I'm going to ward off all your nightmares, and yet… I'm sorry. What was your dream about?"
You don't answer the question right away. Pulling Rio for a comforting hug, you enjoy the feeling of his weight over you - even if he's holding himself upright to his best extent - while you pick up the pieces of your dream.
Okay, yeah, that was crazy.
"I don't remember," you lie, looking for a cause instead. "I think I might have heard the baby cry while I was asleep?"
"Yes, you probably did. I got up a while ago to change him, and when I came back, you were tossing and turning."
That explains it…
"I see. Well, good morning to you, Rio!"
Realizing that you didn't exchange a proper greeting, Rio fixes his mistake as soon as you remind him of it. He barely says 'good morning' back to you before pressing his lips onto yours. His kiss is extra long and dreamy in order to make up for it, and you get so into it that you let out a little moan. But once you two part, a question is pending on your mind.
"How is he now?"
Rio's blue eyes wander away from you for a second. "The maid took him. I still hate handing him over like this, but… I thought we might use a break. And your restless sleep just confirmed that for me!"
You can't help but laugh a little at Rio's hesitation, and the way he's possessive of his baby just like of its mother. You always knew he'd be like that as a father, but you have to admit you're proud of his progress. Besides, you're sure the maid is doing a great job of caring for your son, so you put your own motherly worries aside for the time being.
The morning is not so chilly, but you still invite Rio under the covers, for the sake of coziness. He snugly hugs you from the back, spooning you while leaving chaste kisses on your exposed neck and shoulders. His little kisses tickle you, and you kick your feet a little, and in answer Rio readjusts his own legs so that they're intertwined with yours. You're so hugged right now.
The closeness does something to you, and interestingly it's not making you drowsy, but quite the opposite. You try to be sneaky and start subtly humping Rio's thigh that is conveniently nestled just between your legs.
But Rio is not as nonchalant about it as you…
"Are you horny?"
His question is accompanied by some movement of his own. Eager, needy movement, hips rubbing against your ass.
You can swear you feel him getting a little hard already.
"Maybe…"
Rio's hand is already in the décolletage of your nightdress, making an easy trip down the skin that is still warm with sleep and cupping a breast; rolling a nipple between his fingers.
"I'll do everything," Rio breathes out, a huff of air hitting your ear just before he nips on it, "Just lie here."
Even though it's been a while since your son was born, Rio keeps it on with the princess treatment. Aside from preventing you from even lifting a finger, before anything even begins, he waits patiently for your signal, and only then does he show his horniness at all. The control he has over his erection amazes you.
"Aww, but I wanted to ride you…", you confess, even though you evidently comply with his wish by the way you're pushing up the hem of your dress and baring your ass to him.
"Mmm, maybe on round two, if you're still feeling like it! Now, let's get you nice and ready…"
Wait, round two?
As Rio's hand travels the curve of your ass and between your cheeks, you're afraid you're already quite ready for him. His neediness turns you on so much, it just fills you with love and you can't get enough of him. Thankfully, your body communicates that for you, and Rio recognizes that he doesn't need to lose any more time to enter your core with his fingers.
It only takes you a few thrusts to cry out for more, and your husband is quick to deliver. You feel him positioning his hard cock at the entrance of your pussy and you curl up even further on the bed to give him all the access he needs, yet…
"Ngh, no, not like that…"
Rio lets out a troubled noise, but before you can ask, he simply repositions himself - over you. Taking hold of your hips. Pushing them apart and up.
"R-Rio…"
The sensation of Rio's cock pulsating just over your sex, the head of it poking at your plump lips yet not entering, it drives you insane as Rio takes yet another moment to fight off the trouble that he refuses to tell you about. But then he finally looks you in the eyes.
"I want more."
What leaves your lips is simply a moan, no coherent reply among the lines of "What are you waiting for, then?", because he hardly gives you the ability to speak at all when he holds his cock over your pussy, stroking it, making it gently slap your pussy in the act.
"I need to get you pregnant again. I want more babies with you."
Your eyes widen. Is that what he meant? You suddenly understand the hesitation, even though the relief that comes to you upon hearing the reason behind it surprises even you. Seems like you've already taken that decision for yourself. If anything, your body is telling you that you're more than ready now. There's just one small detail…
"P-Plural?"
Rio grunts in annoyance, more because of how hot and swollen and uncomfortably hard his cock feels in the iron grip of his fist than because of you negotiating the details of the deal. His eyes are filled with so much lust for you they're almost clouded to the reality of what he's asking for. Yet, his priority lies in plunging his cock into your depths and fucking you raw with the permission to fill you up to the brim.
He has the nerve to give you puppy eyes as the head of his cock breaches your entrance.
"Just one more? Please?"
The built-up sexual tension starts feeling like a build-up to something bigger and more intense inside of you, and even though it's embarrassing to admit, you know you have to do something right now, or you'll come off that edge and cry at the loss of a perfect orgasm. Nails biting into Rio's arms, you slam yourself down his cock, your hips wiggling just enough to let it happen, and suddenly there are fireworks.
Your throat is hoarse when you come down your high, without realizing that the moan you let out might have resembled a scream instead. What you know is that Rio is barely waiting for you to recover - though, with that quick orgasm, your cool down time is zero - before starting to rock his hips onto you.
He readjusts the position of your hips so that there's no doubt he's fucking you in a shameless matting press, you both knowing he's not going to last long that way. Neither of you mind.
"I'm going to give you a baby. I'm going to make you a mama again…"
The angle of his thrusts hits a delicious spot in your depths, and you already feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and you let it be, letting Rio's promises take your imagination to the primal places of your brain. You ride your new high all the way into Rio's own orgasm as his hips suddenly snap and still against yours, his cock seemingly swelling even further with each pump as he fills you with his cum. And oh, you missed that feeling.
Once the beast in him has calmed down and gotten his full, Rio is back to his lively and helpful self, making sure you're cleaned up and pampered, and there are even talks of breakfast in bed. Your husband is amazing, and you swear that's not the happy hormones speaking!
He's truly so capable, you almost start to see the appeal of him carrying your babies for you…
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╰┈➤ You have a corset malfunction to deal with, and Clavis decides to deal with you.
Clavis Lelouch/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Breeding Kink; Impregnation; Fondling; Clothing Kink; Breast Play; Mentions of Pregnancy; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Quickies • wordcount: 917 • masterlist
A/N: I did promise my tumblr followers a Clavis fic, since they voted for it... it was meant to be something completely different, a continuation to Virgin Bunny In Heat... but I hope you'll take this instead! At least until (if) I think of what to write for part two. I moved the Clavis request up the queue for you, Clavis freaks <3
2000 Followers Celebration - IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON- Prompt 6: Making sure that it takes
"Come ooonn!! Stupid thing!! Ugh!!"
Your patience is wearing thin as time keeps ticking away, not waiting for you to deal with your corset's malfunction.
Taking a deep breath - because you know it's the last deep breath you'll be physically able to take - before trying yet again to thread the lace ribbon through the eyelet, behind your back, that's right, while you're still wearing it. Because you're stubborn like that. And because there's no time!
"Are you ready, dear?"
Your husband, Clavis, is not very patient either, but you can't blame him. You two haven't had much chance to spend some quality time together lately, it's no wonder he's excited about your dinner date. You were hoping to fix this without his assistance, but alas…
"Clavis, can you please come here for a moment?"
You can all but hear the sound of him turning on his heel followed by steps closing in on you.
"Oh my."
You're too busy with your new attempt at lacing up your corset to pay attention to the way he stalls at the threshold. It takes you a moment to realize what he's looking at - it's you.
You're slightly bent, in order to make it easier for your hands to reach your backside. Your tits are spilling out of the corset which is not yet fastened up. You're squirming, making them jiggle.
The moment you look up at Clavis, you catch him bringing a hand to the front of his trousers to adjust his cock.
Your mouth opens, but before you can remind him that he's here to help, he seems to have remembered that on his own, because he rushes to your rescue.
"Here, let me."
Clavis' hands are warm when you feel them over your own, taking hold of the ribbon. He's surprisingly… professional about this. No untying the ribbon further instead of tying it up, no flirty remarks. You hate your brain for this, but it makes the moment more intimate somehow. Maybe that's why you shiver once you sense him pausing to put a hand on your waist.
Clavis silently moves his hand over your waist, bottom to top over the fabric of the corset, and then moving towards the front.
He cups your right breast through the corset that is not yet fastened fully, and you let out a surprised gasp. Remaining still, your anticipation grows as you wonder what has suddenly distracted him from his mission.
He toys with the upper hem of the corset, slipping his thumb inside, between your breasts. Suddenly, he pulls the ribbon. The corset tightens up, robbing you of your breath for a second. Clavis's thumb is now squeezed by your tits.
You can feel his thumb moving back and forth slowly, testing the snug fit. He only plays for a little bit before removing his hand and grabbing your waist again.
"You know, my bunny… You'll have even bigger issues fitting your pretty breasts in this corset once they grow. Once I get you nice and pregnant."
A strong rush of heat floods your bloodstream, spreading all over.
At the same time, Clavis uses his hold on your waist to press himself as close as possible and rub his clothed erection on your butt.
"C-Clavis…", you begin, gasping for air, even if the corset has loosened when he let go of the ribbon, "We were supposed to… start only after the dinner…"
"Mhm", Clavis agrees, an evident excitement in his tone, "We'll do it before, and we'll do it after. I have to make sure it takes, no?"
Your mind is racing, not able to keep up with the sheer horniness of your husband. How - right now? When you're supposed to go out? And no proper clean up afterwards? Is he going to make you drip out the deeply lodged remains of his cum on your dinner table's seat?
While you're caught up in the details, Clavis is already taking action on his main goal of getting this over with. He's so hard he can't think straight, you can tell that much by the way he pushes you gently to a more bent position and flips over your petticoat skirt.
He makes a quick work of his trousers, letting you feel the head of his cock poking your wet folds. In the next moment, he's in, setting a steady pace that is only slow in the beginning to savor the warm hug of your pussy before picking up. Soon he's rocking his hips into yours like an animal in heat, eager to shoot his load. You meet his thrusts halfway with ones of your own, moaning at how well he fills you when your hips meet. Pussy tightening, you don't even warn Clavis when an orgasm hits you, the pulsations milking him for his seed.
Clavis groans as he cums inside you, trying to be as close as possible as he pumps you fill.
He straightens his stance, careful not to pull out yet. Suddenly, you're pulled by the lace ribbon of your corset, back into his embrace. The new angle doesn't allow for any movement, but you're both already past that. You're left to enjoy the presence of Clavis' cock lodged deep inside you at least until it goes completely soft. The hug is nice, too. You're still high on the feel-good hormones and the thrill of the unprotected creampie. There's maybe a little hunger mixed in that, which reminds you of the dinner you're more-than- fashionably-late for, already…
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╰┈➤ MC is not around, and Napoleon has to deal with it.
Was looking at my WIPs and found this "Napoleon lonely" fic, I've no idea where this was going. Probably in a not-so-sfw direction… But I figured it's better to put it out there as it is instead of not letting it see the light of day at all! Besides, I'm away from my boyfriend right now, and I relate… I'm no better than Napoleon…
Napoleon enters his room, and the noises of the rowdy bunch consisting of the rest of his housemates currently having dinner follow him even in his private space. The window is left wide open, and they're just out there, around the table that has been set in the garden. Napoleon has always been an initiator of this change of atmosphere - memories of warm Corsican summers resurfacing in his memory - and the residents never fail to make him feel at home in the end. But tonight he's not feeling it; alas, he leaves the table early.
He approaches the window but changes his mind about closing it. Their laughter is far more preferable than the silence. The backdrop of the blue hour spilling through the short curtain in the middle paints his room in a rare and intriguing light; one you can only get at this time of the year. It's a room he enters all the time, yet the moment she's not around, it becomes a foreign place.
She should've been here to immerse herself in this almost mystical atmosphere; they'd leave the window open just like that, falling into bed together and holding each other in the progressively darkening room. He'd play with the hem of her light dress and she'd stroke his hair.
Napoleon's brow knits in a frown directed at himself. Is he seriously such a hopeless romantic?
It's only for three days! Three days and then she'd be back - and they'll have many, many such nights all for themselves again.
No, the ambience of chatter intertwined with laughter coming from outside is not enough. Napoleon crosses the room to where a gramophone is placed upon a small table and places the needle at the beginning of the record without paying much mind which vinyl was last played. If it happens to be one that she chose, maybe it would even make him feel closer to her that way.
The melody is gentle and soothing; piano and violin strings fill the air and fit in perfectly with the rest of the scene. He already accepted his fate; he'll lie in bed and sulk like a teenage boy missing his crush.
Thank god she's not here to see him, actually. He put in a lot of effort in reassuring MC not to worry about him in her absence, and it's important to keep his word on that, mental states included. He's a grown man, he should be fine. He has a lot of stuff keeping him busy, between the école and the bodyguard gigs and his activities and hobbies around the mansion. Plus, he's not a baby.
It's funny that they never separated like that before, well, not after that incident at the beginning of their relationship; that's it. These memories are not ones he wants plaguing him, so he tries to shoo them away by moving his body in just any direction. Now that he thinks about it, his most trusted coping mechanism has become escaping into the presence of his lover.
And what if she's not around, and the thoughts are all about her? What then?
Napoleon lets his shoes fall with a thud to the ground, one knee already in the bed. He ends up lying down with his feet facing the headboard; the intricate comforter underneath him silky and smelling like laundry soup and sunrays. He rolls to his back and cushions his head with his right arm, staring at the ceiling.
Outside, Theo raises his voice an octave, leaving Napoleon wondering if he's being provoked by Arthur or if he's talking enthusiastically about his brother again. He should really go back out there. Maybe later, when it's for dessert. But not now.
The feeling of missing her is both torture and warmth. On one hand, the way she's missing from the picture is gnawing at his soul; on the other, he's thinking of all the things he wants to do with her once she's back - and she will be back soon, so that's soothing enough.
In their blissful daily life, he rarely has a chance to daydream about his Nunuche. His every wish is able to come true as if with a magic wand; all he has to do is find her and scoop her up and have her all to himself for a moment. He once read that distance makes the heart grow fonder. He hates how true that is.
Turquoise eyes moving from one blurry surface around the room to another, the faint blue light contours something sitting on the nightstand on her side of the bed. It's long become part of the background, much like the rest of her items scattered around the room that is now a shared space. But being this idle, Napoleon actually sees the objects for what they are - and he lets out a quiet huff upon successfully identifying what he's looking at.
It's a plush toy, a little puppy... something he gave to her back when she'd only been at the mansion for, what, a week or two? These days used to slip by like seconds until they made up the much larger mass of this beloved, seemingly age-long stage of falling in love.
It starts with a simple "I love it when you touch me." It's quite broad of a statement, for all the ways in which you touch Napoleon naturally differ from one to another. But there's something in the way he practically purrs when the afterglow of your passion settles, and you're lying in each other's arms, and you trail a hand idly on his back, fingernails lightly biting in the flesh. Sometimes you experiment and find your way around his body, tracing random patterns across his arms and down his chest and even on his belly, and it tickles him just a little bit sometimes, but he never protests. It's when your hand arrives at his cheek, and he suddenly takes a hold of it with his eyes still shut, and puts a butterfly-light kiss on your soft palm, that you begin to think it's not about the touch at all.
The knight in shining armor that he is, Napoleon has given you a whole collection of memories of him kissing the back of your hand. He's always so gentle with it, like it's made of glass - even if he knows better, for all the hard work you've done prior to arriving in his life, and for all the hard work you stubbornly insist on doing afterwards - he always treats you with the same amount of gentleness. Once he surprised you with a gift, claiming he got it on a whim like he tends to do, but you know better for the sheer thoughtfulness of it: a little box of hand cream. The heat blossoming on your cheeks didn't seem to cut it for him, so he even insisted on putting it on for you as well. The gentle massage he gave to your slightly sore muscles was nothing quite like anything you've experienced.
But innocent gestures aside, Napoleon's love for your hands rarely stays hidden during your nightly activities either. Usually, it manifests in those short and straightforward pleas of "Touch me", "Take me in your hands," "Stroke me with your hand."
Sometimes he buys you gloves, for the same reason of protecting the delicateness of your hands, especially when the weather is too harsh on them. But he always buys you gloves as if he's buying you stockings. His personal choice, dressed in black lace, inevitably shines through the pretext.
It's not unusual for him to get carried away in what's supposed to be a gentlemanly tribute to your hands, kissing finger after finger, until he pops your index finger in his mouth. The gaze he shoots your way is nothing but naughty, as he makes sure only the very tip of your finger is past his lips, and sucles on it, much like he does to the hard pebbles on top of your breasts. It's a fight you're bound to lose every time; you can hardly compete with Napoleon when he adores a part of you.
8/10 You hand... I love the way it fits in mine. I swear I'll always hold your hand in mine and protect you.
-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!
As more time passes since you began dating Napoleon, it was bound to happen sooner or later that you exhaust every single tactic you can come up with for ways to get him up in the morning. He can sleep through noise, stolen bed covers, stolen pillow, you might as well strip the bed to its bare strings and he'll still curl up for his five extra minutes.
One time, after receiving the same old protests mumbled in incoherent italo-français, you let out a prolonged sigh, and confess mostly to yourself than anything, "But I'm hornyyy!"
It goes without saying that you're beyond surprised when Napoleon removes the arm shielding his eyes from the bright morning light, and even looks at you.
"Then go ahead, have fun."
At first, you take it that he's suggesting you masturbate your way out of the distracting condition, and you're ready to hit him with the pillow you just stole, but your mind goes blank when Napoleon sleepily squirms out of his undergarments.
Is he seriously saying...? As unbelievable as it seems, the evident throbbing of his hard cock, sporting a glorious morning wood, seems to leave no room for misinterpretations. Napoleon is quite literally offering it to you.
Of course, you take a moment to confirm this with him, because you don't trust his half-conscious mind enough not to lead him to a decision he'd regret. For your seriousness, you're granted with an awfully flirty smile, one that is enhanced by his raspy morning voice and the thin slits of his restless eyes making his emerald eyes gleam even more.
"Why are you hesitating? I thought you wanted to help me wake up?"
You're meant to take it as a challenge, it seems. Very well then.
By the time you impale yourself on his cock, starting off with a slow pace of rising and falling on top of Napoleon, you notice that he's back to sleeping... It's almost admirable, but you know he's not seen all you've got for him yet.
What's worse, you start to like the idea of having your fun with him that way. It feels just a bit greedy, having skipped all sorts of foreplay in order to chase your own desire, but Napoleon has no problem with that. It won't be your fault if you get an orgasm or two out of the whole ordeal before focusing on getting him off, isn't that right?
7/10: "Aren't you happy with this arrangement, Nunuche? We're both getting what we want, it seems. And besides that... there's no better way for me to wake up."
-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!
I'm happy to announce that based on the feedback from this survey, @xxsycamore and I will be facilitating a fandom wide collaboration event!
Starting from the day this post goes live, you can begin creating and posting your fandom works (fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, mood boards, etc) following the list of prompts at the end of this post.
This collaborative event features prompts from our previous challenges, in addition to new ones. We will be accepting older creations from previous challenges as well!
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Under the cut you'll find the list of prompts typed out for your convenience 🔽
1. Sex in the Rain
2. Sexy Lifeguard
3. Servant for a Day
4. Sunset to Sunrise
5. Petting in the Pool
6. Applying Sunscreen
7. Candlelight Confessions
8. Nighttime Skinny Dipping
9. Touching Under the Table
10. Touch With Your Eyes Only
11. 2 Wet Bodies & 1 Towel
12. Risky Flirting at the Workplace
13. Finding Their Sex Toy Stash
14. Forgo Underwear on the Date
15. A Night Too Hot for Sleeping
16. Rendezvous Under the Moon
17. Sex Under the Sundress
18. Bodies Roasting by an Open Fire
19. Banging on the Beach
20. Canceling Plans to Snuggle and Fuck
21. Forced to Share a Tent While Camping
22. Popsicle Licking
23. Settling the Score After Beach Sport Games
24. Favorite Body Part Accidentally on Display
25. Water Fight Results in a See-Through Shirt
26. Untying a Bikini Top/Bonded by a Bikini
27. The Recipe Says "Add a Pinch of Love"
28. Snowed in During a Romantic Getaway
29. Ice Cube Cool Down
30. Strip Poker
Hey Mo! I was just reading through your Napo kink hcs and I see it's been a while but you did say they're always open so I'd like to ask how he'd feel about somno, both giving and receiving?
Also if you're ok with a double request it looks like nobody has asked about the giving side for hand kink so lemme hear that too 😘
What if we make it a TRIPLE request by separating the giving and receiving for the somno in two posts? HELL YEAH! Thank you for the request <3
Napoleon + somnophilia (giving)
It all starts one evening when you're getting intimate with Napoleon, everything being playful and lighthearted, until you point out how needy he is being, and you add like an afterthought, 'as greedy as you were last night when you humped me in your sleep'.
He's stunned by the thought of himself doing such a thing to you out of nowhere, without any caution. Well, not that he could warn you in his sleep, but he still feels the need to give you an apology. Which you're quick to turn down, explaining to him that you don't really mind.
What's more, you suggest he goes all the way with you, next time he drifts in and out of a sleep filled with naughty dreams.
He calls you a weirdo for it, a horny weirdo to be exact, but in truth, he's relieved he's no longer the bigger pervert in the room. For now.
Perhaps because the conversation is still fresh on his mind, the first opportunity to execute the naughty plan arises no longer than a night or two afterwards.
After some tossing and turning, Napoleon feels sleep losing its hold on him, and realizes it's his throbbing boner that prevents him from finding a comfortable position in bed.
He's not humping you this time, it seems, but remembering your wish stirs him awake. Should he really do it? If you were already in his arms, his little spoon, it would have been easier to blame it on the position - with just some minor adjustment, underwear moved to the side, a swift movement of his hips...
But he's staring at you instead, face to face, taking in the sight of your rising and falling chest, a single breast having escaped past the strip of lacy nightgown, your slightly agape lips as you dream away sweetly...
He feels like a pervert. You gave him consent, but he still feels like a pervert.
Napoleon gives you a little nudge until you turn away from him - this is the most convenient way to do it, both for the sake of not having to look at your innocent face, and for accessibility reasons - and embraces you for one long moment until he's assured you're back into deep sleep. His cock has only been getting harder in the meantime. He's not sure if he truly has wet dreams as often as you suggested, or if it's just his testosterone levels naturally fluctuating during the night, but he feels especially worked up, as if he won't last long already.
With a lower lip caught between his teeth so tightly it leaves a bloody mark, Napoleon helps himself to your thighs, fucking right between the warm, soft flesh of them. That's how much he allows himself.
This time, at least.
5/10: Yes, I... did it last night, as you asked. Don't look at me like that, Nunuche...! Fine, yes, I admit, it felt very good. Just don't come complaining to me when it turns into another bad sleeping habit of mine, okay?"
-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!
napo + role playing? Thanks in advance if you decide to write it!
it is napo kink time once again!!!! (Reminder that I'm always open to those, just make sure it hasn't been written yet - look at the list at the bottom of this post for reference) Ty for the request anon!
Napoleon + role-playing
When you first suggest role-playing to Napoleon, he's bound to be surprised. I feel like his dirty thoughts about you, as plentiful and graphic as they might be, have rarely, if ever, wandered off in that direction. He's pretty fixed on the right here, right now - the miracle of finding each other in the whirlwind of time, the joy of being his current self alongside you, it leaves little need for this kind of escapism. You, on the other hand, are presented with one too many fitting roles for him to keep your mind in the gutter. When you come to wake him up and pull the sheets off of him, he's a spoiled patriarch. When he's awake enough to come help you with chores, insisting you simply sit down and watch while he's doing it all in your stead, he becomes your knight in shining armor. When you go out in town together, he jokes about being your bodyguard like the good old days. When he takes you for a ride, putting you on his horse so you take the reins, he becomes your instructor - the fantasy enhanced by his excellent teaching abilities you've already seen plenty of. When he reserves the mansion kitchen for just the two of you, he becomes Chef de cuisine, and you become his sous.
Napoleon is capable of being so many things, but at the end of the day, he just wants to be the man in front of you. Sexual roleplay with him will always be an act of spontaneous rendezvous rather than a carefully planned activity. He's someone who adapts quickly, so it hardly makes the experience any less enjoyable. The thing is, you'll have to initiate things on your own. A few measured strokes of his ego while he's putting one of his many skills into action, a few intense stares while he's joke-scolding you for getting distracted with whatever he's trying to get you to do... he's bound to feel something. From there on, it should be easy.
I can see him engaging in some master/servant roleplay, though it might require a brief kink negotiation beforehand (I've expanded on the topic in one of my fics, King's Game). It's normal for him to have mixed feelings about it, but it might turn out to be a positive experience for him, to delve into this topic in a safe, controlled environment. I'd even go as far as to say that he'll prefer it the other way around, to be in the submissive role, as a servant in this case.
I think, especially for role-play, Napoleon might introduce a safe word for the two of you, something that hasn't come up as a topic beforehand since he's not much into other kinks that put you in such situations, like BDSM for instance. He seems the type to prefer the straightforwardness of the color system to anything else he'll have to think about and remember. Otherwise, he'll probably suggest 'crepe' or something, lol.
3/10 "What are you waiting for, Mistress? Give your faithful servant an order, and don't forget to be as greedy as you wish."
-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!
Hello! For the Steal my heart event, may I ask for shingen + 🥺?
You absolutely can!! I looove how this turned out, as I saw a sidestory from Koro's pov (for the 5th anniversary, I believe!) and it inspired me a lot for this! Please enjoy ❤
It's a beautiful sunny day - just a little too hot maybe, but that's why you and Shingen decided to spend some time by the river today.
He's been talking about being out of shape lately, so it's no surprise he uses the opportunity to do some exercise in the fresh air. The two of you took with you Koro, Shingen's pet bear cub, for similar reasons - while he's technically sporting the ideal body for a young cub, Koro's lazy, dependent lifestyle is not to Shingen's liking. He keeps worrying about Koro's capability to fend for himself, as their last visit to the area resulted in no successful hunts and only served to soften Shingen more...
By the time you're done settling up your cozy spot by a nearby tree with the intention of doing some light needlecrafts that don't require bringing your whole sewing assembly with you - the projects you've been working on recently are quite large both in ambition and in dimensions - Shingen is already naked. Wait, what? You might have forgotten to count your handsome naked lover in your equations.
Remaining only in his hakama pants is absolutely essential to Shingen's exercise, there's no doubt about that. How else would he be able to pretend to be focused on his activities while convincingly moving in whatever direction your eyes gaze? He must make up for the sight he robs you of, with some worthy competition.
While Shingen stretches his body, rising his torso gradually from a bent position, arms raised high, you notice something right behind him... It's Koro, standing up on his back paws, the way bears just do sometimes.
But the timing makes it look exactly as if he's imitating Shingen... and so you explode in laughter.
Shingen has to pause his routine to give you a confused look, and all you can mutter through your laughing fit is the word "cute".
"Cute? What do you mean cute?"
Whoops, there we go. There's no turning back from this.
"Are those cute? What about this?"
Shingen does a series of muscle flexes, from his biceps to his back, in a showy fashion that neither of you can take seriously. At some point, he even reaches down to grab the confused Koro, effortlessly maneuvering him behind his back and onto his shoulder. Well, almost effortlessly.
"Koro, you need to go on a diet. From now on, you'll only eat as much fish as you can catch in the river by yourself."
Koro lets out a roar of disapproval, and suddenly the whole thing becomes even more hilarious and cute and definitely less sexy, much to Shingen's dismay. The sight in front of you kind of remains you of those bodybuilders posing with their little fluffy hamsters.
There you go exploding in laughter again.
Now, how to explain to Shingen what you just thought about?
I don't know if you saw, but my blog was terminated for two days during a scam accident :D I'm alive now! Let's celebrate it with an idea I've had for awhile: making a part 2 of a fic of your choice! This is my way of joining ✨Love Chronicles✨, the challenge I'm hosting alongside dear @voltage-vixen ! The challenge is a compilation of previously existing prompts, with a bunch of new ones thrown in the mix. I'm going to suggest a few (smut) fics and you can vote for your favorite, then we'll select a prompt at a later date!
Which one gets a part two?
CLAUSE 69 - part two will feature the six later-added princes and cyran
A LITTLE GIFT - part two will be a Roger/Reader/Alfons threesome
VIRGIN BUNNY IN HEAT - part two will be Clavis losing his virginity
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION -p2 will feature another villain as a pornstar(not 3some)
LATE AUGUST NIGHT TRYST -2p will be a second 1nightstand for Napoleon and Reader
ONE HOT LOVE - p2 will be a Alice/Ray/Fenrir/Sirius/Seth/Luka sixsome
Something else? (no Nine Nights or Monster Villains Night)
SMOOCH THEM UNTIL THEY PROTEST with Kenshin - p2 will turn into smut
Voting ended onMar 16
the fics:
Clause 69 (rhodolite princes x Emma)
A Little Gift (Roger x reader)
Virgin Bunny In Heat (Clavis x reader)
Lights, Camera, Action (Liam x reader)
Late August Night Tryst (Napoleon x reader)
One Hot Love (Fenrir x reader, Black army x reader)
You Kept Smooching Kenshin until he protested (Kenshin x reader)
For the breeding season prompts may I please request #2 with Alfons Sylvatica for female reader x suitor?
Here’s to another 2k, and another, and another, and another!!! Love ya lots, I hope you have fun with these! 🥰
AFTER DARK ───── ✦
╰┈➤ You know you're willing to be bred by Alfons. But when, or how - you decide to leave that decision to him.
Alfons Sylvatica/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Public Sex; a little bit of consensual non-con (you know how it is with the villains); Negotiated kink; Risky Sex; Impregnation; Vaginal Sex; Quickies; Begging; Dirty Talk; Clothed Sex; Creampie • wordcount: 1,559 • masterlist
A/N: Andy!!! It's always a pleasure writing your requests! 🥺❤ Hoping you'll like this one & thank you so much for the kind words!!
2000 Followers Celebration - IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON- Prompt 2. As a proof that you belong to them
"The moon sure is beautiful tonight."
Walking hand in hand with Alfons through the moonlit pathways of the park, you realize what a good idea this outing was. You know your lover's penchant for after-dark activities and the way it extends to the more innocent ones as well, such as a romantic walk. Alfons’ night owl lifestyle has been no secret before you started dating him. You wouldn't have it any other way. Being with him always means that the nighttime is yours, so much that you can toy with the thought he might as well embody it. Nothing else is as dangerous but exciting, lets you feel hidden within but exposes your true colors.
He pays little attention to your comment about the fullmoon hanging overhead, directing his gaze towards you rather than the skies above.
"Is today a safe day?"
You're stunned motionless for a brief moment, stomach dropping in a way only he inflicts on you. It's not so much that what he's suggesting is awfully, terribly unfit for what should've been a perfectly wholesome date - there is some shock there, but it's something that you've come to expect with a man like him - it's more about the effect those words have on you. Just a few of them, yet the gears of your brain are turning and turning.
"It- It's not."
Oh, but whatever you say to him, it doesn't really matter. So what if you can't have him put it in? That won't stop him from doing all kinds of dirty things with you under the moonlight. You can already feel the pavement under your knees, and the ache in your jaw as he fucks your mouth to his liking, telling you to open your blouse so he can see your tits in the meanwhile.
Though you will your legs to keep you upright and in motion despite feeling weak, now it's Alfons who's halting your step. The hold he has on your hand is firm and secure, keeping you in place.
Your eyes have already adapted to this darker part of the alley, with the last lamp post in sight well behind your back now. The moon still serves to cast some light, and thus, you can perfectly see the little smile on Alfons' face. It's all lit up with twisted happiness. His eyes have almost fallen shut from how much he's smiling.
"Then, that's fantastic news."
Your heartbeat speeds up. Whatever came before is nothing in comparison to this, nothing could have prepared you.
It's your own fault that you let yourself forget about the deal you made with your own personal devil.
You asked for this, didn’t you?
Once it was made clear you crave Alfons to the grave, that your feelings run deep for each other, that you deserve each other, it was only natural that a talk like this would happen. Just as it happens to every lovey-dovey couple. It's not your fault that loving a villain painted your idea of this in a bit more twisted hue.
When Alfons asked you about it, some good time ago, you smiled at him and told him you're leaving the decision in his hands.
It was one part heartfelt understanding of his more complex persona, as anything as serious and permanent as that would be a big change to his ways. Whatever inner conflicts are going on for him, you'll let him resolve on his own. He knows you're there for him, there's no need to interfere further. As for yourself, you've already made the decision.
Oh, but your condition was, once he decides it's time, he won't warn you.
The next few seconds pass in a flash; a bench that you didn't notice it was there, the secure grip moving to your wrist and tugging you to the side of the path and towards said bench, your skirt hiked up as you find yourself bent over.
Alfons' next movements are slower, calculated. He pats your ass, sliding his palm down its curve until he can feel your panty-clad heat.
"Such a skimpy pair. Did you have easy access on your mind?"
To show his point, Alfons hooks the thin string of clothing on a single finger, moving it easily to the side. It's not a particularly big difference, yet you feel even more exposed now. There's nothing on his way of having you.
"It's merely a coincidence..."
You mutter the words as a part of some bigger excuse that hasn't come to you yet. You think you have time in your hands; that Alfons is just beginning to toy with you as he likes to do.
"I'll choose to believe that."
But in the very next moment, he's back to his adrenaline-inducing rush, undoing his trousers and letting the sound of rustling fabric make you anticipate what's coming next.
Alfons is not joking about any of this. Taking you in such a public place, albeit at a dead hour, is nothing to him. He's without shame, unlike you - well, you're not good at protesting it if you truly do feel ashamed about this - so you're not much different than him, you think.
As he aligns his cock with your drenched hole, he coos at you.
"Look at you. You're going to get bred on a random park bench."
This can't be happening. Not even in your wildest dreams would you believe he'll choose to do it like that, so sudden, so... crude.
As he puts it in, the sound of his relief-loaded groan is almost sending you in the throes of climax, combined with the delicious stretch of your inner walls welcoming his painfully erect cock.
"Alfons...!! Ahh~"
He's quick to start pistoning his cock inside you, in a manner that would soon be sure to snap the endurance even of a man like him. He's intending to give you a quick filling, and even though you pictured your first unprotected night to be endless, you find something terribly exciting about this. There's plenty to come, you remind yourself.
As a rapidly building orgasm blurs your vision with tears, you let Alfons do whatever he wants to you. He feels you releasing around him, walls clenching snugly around his cock, his thrusts becoming more audible with the additional wetness. Thank god there's no soul around, though you can never be quite sure.
As the bliss from your orgasm slowly dissipates for a new rush of desperation, a worrisome thought crosses your mind. What if Alfons fills you up with his semen right now - just one dangerous dose of could be, could be not - and that's it?
The way you pictured it in your head - a honeymoon to come with the decision that you will be taking that risk. A no-turning-back. You never considered that Alfons could do something way more deranged with your desire to be bred. He could leave you hanging. He could leave the rest for next month; let the fate decide without necessarily doubling or tripling his chances.
Or, he could choose to pull out this very moment.
"This is where you beg for it."
As if reading your thoughts, Alfons makes a wave of panic rush through you, and he likely doesn't miss the way your insides clench around him either. It's one of his favorite combinations, and it's damn effective on you.
"Alfons!! Breed me, please! You need to breed me, pleasepleaseplease-"
Your pleas fill the air on a night where there's not even enough wind to make the leaves rustle, not even the nightbirds serve to mask your sound.
Alfons likes what he's hearing. That much you know, though the rest is a mystery for you: he just keeps going, and you'll have to just wait and see his decision.
For a second he pulls out, then he sharply snaps his hips as he reenters you, stilling as he hisses and lets his orgasm wash over him.
"Ahh...Yess...~!"
With your back arching, you subconsciously push back against Alfons to ensure he's as deep inside you as possible, enjoying the feeling of his semen filling whatever empty space inside you is left, surely squeezing through your cervix and into your womb. The lack of movement heightens your sensitivity as Alfons' cock throbs inside you, and it sends you into another orgasm, triggered more by the phycological than the physical. You feel dirty, but you feel so good.
Alfons pulls out and tucks his cock inside his pants like nothing happened. Albeit he's gentle with you when he aids you to a standing position again, making sure your skirt is back down and covering your cum-dripping cunt, his casualness is bewildering. Even more so when he offers his hand so the two of you can continue your romantic walk. As if your world isn't still spinning, as if his sperm isn't currently inside you seeking to take root.
Little do you know, that this is Alfons' method of feeling in control. Had he led you to his bed with that same intention, the night would have gone in a different direction. Same lust, but packed with emotion. So, so much emotion. A little too much to handle on the very first time he shares himself with you in that deep, primal way.
Now, there's plenty of time for that. No need to spoil your after-darks.
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╰┈➤ You know your man too well, but damn if he's not a player. You're both mad at him and want him badly, and maybe that's a good opportunity for him to make it up to you... ┈ ✦
Jin Grandet/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) •tags: Make up sex; Masturbation; Established Relationship; Jealousy; Bickering • wordcount: 1,147 • masterlist
A/N: Just a little something for Jin's birthday, because time passes but I still find myself thinking about him, listening to a song and going "this is Jin core kinda" - in this case, I was inspired by B.I.G's song by the same name. Enjoy!
It's a cloudy afternoon and you're fresh from the shower; moisturized, perfumed, sleepy, and task-free for the remainder of the day.
Jin is nowhere to be seen, and normally, you would've found this to be the perfect scenario for a little shut-eye until he returns home. The bedsheets are crisp and recently changed, the sky outside is dark, but sleep doesn't come to you.
To your surprise, the door opens. You have your back to it, but you know it could only be Jin. He's home early, it seems - your heart skips a beat with excitement, but the feelings you harbor a little more complex today. You decide to pretend to be asleep for a second more.
The closing of said door is noticeably quieter as the one entering takes notice of your resting form. He steps further in, taking off his coat, then his shoes, from what you can make out of the noise. It's a little late in the day for an afternoon nap, so you suspect he might open the curtains instead of encouraging you to go on, but he doesn't. He approaches the bed, and soon it sinks with his weight.
It's a pretty large bed, plenty of space for him not to disturb you with movement - and you catch yourself wishing it would be smaller. Mind going back to sublime drunken naps on the sofa after tavern visits and how Jin's chest becomes your pillow, and how his large limbs stretch out of the margins of the piece of furniture, and how both your skin is covered in red marks in the morning formed by rough clothing unfit for lounging around. And how it still is some of the best sleep you ever get.
Aghh! You decide to break the illusion and scoot closer to Jin. Your backside presses into his front, and at first he does nothing - perhaps worried that he woke you up - before getting the memo and putting his arm around you.
His muscular forearm slides just underneath your boobs.
"You're naked..."
Jin's tone is quiet, as if he's talking to himself, still not sure if you're asleep or not. Yours, on the other hand, is unmarred by sleep when you reply to him.
"So you noticed."
Jin smirks against your neck. "Of course."
Even without the clothes, your body is toasty from being under the covers for some time now, flushed from the warm bath you took. Jin's hand roams idly on your skin, drawing random patterns. Knowing him, things will soon stop being so innocent and he gets more and more handsy. So you decide to be upfront and beat him to it.
"I was touching myself."
Jin's movements don't halt, and you know you failed to make him blush, but that's alright. You haven't made your point yet.
"Aww, that's some sad news. You could've waited for me to come home, ya know?"
"Nope, I'm mad at you."
Now he does halt.
"Why?"
You don't exactly have your words ready, so while you collect them, you let your leg slide more between Jin's, just a little something to let him know this isn't anything too serious.
"Because you're such a player."
The silence signals he's trying to freshen his memory, and it doesn't take him too long.
"Sweetheart..."
Though everyone in the kingdom knowns their handsome king is happily taken, it's not uncommon for the more daring ladies to blatantly pick up on him. Jin, being a gentlemen, finds it hard to turn them down without the occasional wink or smirk. It's simply his nature. You know it for a fact, you know it so well, and yet...!
"Please don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, baby. I'm sorry. I will turn down the charm, I promise."
No, you change your mind, he's the worst!
Hogging the covers to yourself, you curl up more so that he's not as pressed against you. Of course, he takes on the challenge, playing the back and forth with you. He rains apologetic kisses on your naked back, pausing to take a lungful of your washed hair, still wet at the ends.
"You'll see when I put on my charm and take them away from you... all the nobleladies are swayed when a royal woman puts on a gentlemanly front. I've read about it all across history!"
Jin gives your comment a thought before the rumble of his laughter manifests as a gentle tickle on your back, and you didn't realize you've clung back to his body.
"We'll go down in history with a bad name if you do that."
You're laughing too now, already deeming the whole thing too silly to keep being moody about it. Jin is back to touching you all over, and you let him do as you wish as the flesh begins demanding attention. It's inevitable between the two of you, love too hot, libidos too high.
Jin's calloused fingers soon arrive at the crux of your thighs, finding your clit and unceremoniously beginning to stimulate it. You gasp for air, whispering his name like you've been waiting for ages.
"Oh, no, no, pretend I'm not here. I'm just helping you touch yourself as you said you were doing earlier."
Fuck. For a moment here you thought you were past the mind games, but you guess not. The wetness from before is still present to facilitate Jin's ministrations, and your hunger is awake once more. Jin is a little too good at this. Closing your eyes, you realize it's impossible to pretend he's not here, your own touch can't get you quite this high. Your back arches, and Jin follows your movement so he can be as close as possible, toying with your clit until the pleasure builds up to a dangerous degree. And then you release it at once, coming undone on Jin's fingers.
As the feel-good hormones hit you all at once, the world slows down to a blissful blur in the afternoon hue of the room. Jin spoons you through the coming down from your high, and you definitely feel his boner poking you. With the way your legs are clasped shut, your sensitive core is trapped between them in a way that stimulates you a little, and together with the thought of Jin's cock being nice and ready for you now, the satisfaction running through you becomes hunger once more.
You prop up yourself on one arm, finally taking a look behind your shoulder.
"Oh here you are, baby. I was just touching myself... will you help me out?"
The gleam in Jin's eyes grows fiercer with your words, a small smirk stretching the corners of his lips. The sight of him takes your breath away, as adoration and lust battle inside you, and he looks like he's doing no better either.
"You greedy little thing... Of course I will, my darlin'."
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OMG IM THE ANON ASK FOR WILL IM SORRY I DIDN'T NOTICE UR REQUEST NOT OPEN YET IM KINDA BLIND 😭 🥀 pls no need for reply to thid one! I just want u to know it was an accident forgive me
I'm gonna reply just to tell you it's alright!!! :D it's a very common thing for ppl to send asks like these, it's no biggie!! I'm sure ive done the same thing with some other writer at some point lol
Don't be so harsh on yourself!!!! Have a great day!!! ❤️❤️❤️
William Rex x fem reader promp 9 plsss a bonus if Roger hear what they're doin cuz... 😛😛
Stop blueballing poor Roger!! :D
Sorry anon, requests are not open! But I think you can expect a William fic, I can't check right now but I remember someone requested him! Have a good day
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