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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)
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!
You don't have to follow the order of the prompts and can create as few or as many works you want to!
AUs,
NPCs,
Suitor x Suitor,
Suitor x MC,
Suitor x OC,
Suitor x Reader,
Suitor x NPC are all allowed.
You can find a gif and normal version of the banner below that you are welcome to use for this challenge!
The tag for the event will include #love chronicles creative challenge. Additionally, please tag both of us hosts ( @xxsycamore & @voltage-vixen ) in your creations so that we can see and reblog them. If I reblogged your piece, it means it was included on the final version of the Masterlist.
Targeted towards but not limited to otome fandoms. (IkeSeries; ToT; MLQC; MysMe; Voltage; Obey me, LADS, Love Unholyc, etc.) All other fandoms are welcome to join in!
Remember not to stress over posting dates and do only as many as you wish! We’re doing this for fun :)
I will create a masterlist featuring all works as well as their creators. The deadline is March 15th. If I reblog your piece, that means it's been included in the masterlist. Please send one of us a dm if you notice your piece has been missed!
This is an 18+ event given the nature of the prompts below, so MDNI. Suggestive works will also be accepted.
You are welcome to combine prompts.
Both our DMs are open for your questions, and you can also send an ask here on my blog, where other people who might have the same question will be able to get their answers too. We'd love to help!
We can't wait to see your works inspired by the challenge! Happy creating, everyone! ❤
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?
╰┈➤ 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 Making sure that it takes with COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN and LEONARDO DA VINCI - COMING SOON
#9 When they'd already gotten you pregnant before with RIO ORTIS - COMING SOON
#10 Making the moment special with NAPOLEON BONAPARTE and JEAN D'ARC - COMING SOON
#11 With you taking the lead with KAGARI AMAGASE - COMING SOON
#12 When they'd already gotten you pregnant before with SILVIO RICCI - COMING SOON
#13 Making the moment special with CHEVALIER MICHEL - COMING SOON
#14 In the heat of the moment with VICTOR - COMING SOON
#15 Making sure that it takes with THEODORUS VAN GOGH - COMING SOON
#16 Making the moment special with KENSHIN UESUGI - COMING SOON
#17 (PROMPT YET TO BE DECIDED) with COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN - COMING SOON
#18 To produce a heir + While you're in heat with SILVIO RICCI and GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN - COMING SOON
#19 While you're in heat with ROGER BAREL - COMING SOON
#20 Making sure that it takes with CLAVIS LELOUCH - 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
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
A/N: I decided to give Lana's new song a listen, and an hour or so later this was in my drafts... whoopsie-daisy? 🤷♀️
2000 Followers Celebration - IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON- Prompt 2. As a proof that you belong to them
When I met him, like an arrow
Like a bird in the heart, like a sparrow
It's long past midnight, and you and Roger are alone in the kitchen.
The gas lamp placed not far from where you are does little to light up the space - it's how you prefer it, only fitting for being somewhere you shouldn't, doing something you shouldn't. It casts long shadows, contouring all the hung-up herbs drying, utensils lined up. All things that look harmless and familiar in daylight, now their shapely shadows seem scary, reminding you of walking through the forest at night with a lantern.
Closing your eyes only enriches the imagery instead of smudging it to a distant blur, but you can't keep them open even if you wish. It’s the way Roger kisses you breathless that has you focusing all your senses on him, you have no choice here. Holding onto his upper arms keeps your feet on the ground, but a single involuntary flexing of the muscles under the flesh sends you walking on air. He's not stupid; he knows the way you cling onto him, the way you press yourself close, it has nothing to do with trying to keep your balance. You're either trying to push your puffed-out chest more onto him, or maybe you're trying to get his bulge to press onto your upper belly.
Roger's hand is so big as it creeps past your neck and yet further up. It's positively scary how it's bigger than your whole face; if he pushes you back, you'll look like a puppy with a muzzle on…
Picturing yourself as something as cute and tiny, it makes you giggle to yourself, an incitement to do some naught. With his fingers in close proximity, of course you mind goes to popping them in your wet mouth. Even if it would be nothing to surprise him with - as you can remember well the way he's shoved them in your mouth before - you act upon your shameless need to provoke him.
Lips wrapping around his long middle digit, you feel the weight of it on your tongue; deep but short of where your gagging reflex is going to strike, something that comes with experience and, with Roger.
You meet Roger's gaze with your own, and you see a faint, mocking smile there, but one that adores you to death. You keep up your little act for a little longer, surely getting lost in the analogy for his cock more than he does, but you are having so much fun with it. Bare toe scuffing on the cold tile floor coquetishly, you try your best to ignore the pulse of your core calling for Roger's cock. You know damn well what it means, along with all those other calls of your body. Your loins are on fire; pussy so wet it threatens to leak down the inside of your thigh, walls contracting around nothing. You're positively ovulating.
You told yourself you'll keep things safe today - you'll please Roger to completion with your mouth and avoid anything risky. His thick fingers would suffice for soothing the emptiness inside you, and you'll fuck yourself on them if needed until your body stops begging you for the forbidden.
Then why is it that you lured Roger in here? Perhaps tucked in the shadows, you feel more courageous to play with fire.
All of a sudden, Roger captures your other hand and places it over his manhood. Heart threatening to jump out of your chest, you close your fingers around the fabric without thinking, craving to feel the shape of him. Thick, long, and painfully erect. You want every inch of him inside you, so deep it would finally scratch that maddening, invisible itch.
"Skirt up."
His voice breaks the silence, along with the light tap on your rear, and you can't not comply with it. Isn't this why you put that short skirt on in the first place? Your hormonal brain has set you up without you realizing; every choice calculated, yet somehow involuntary at the same time.
You all but feel the string of wetness stretching out when he pulls your panties down.
"I want to be inside you already."
His words rewire your thought process on the spot. It's something about the way he words it; putting his cock inside you is a matter of time and not of choice. He could play with you for hours, or he could skip to the main part right away if he wishes - then, when you're the same as him, why are you hesitating?
It's hardly the first time you've taken the risk, and… Roger too, knows that it's bound to happen, sooner or later.
His eyes are dark and murky with shadows when you're taking too long to turn your back to him and present your cunt. But his gaze is almost too self-assured, and suddenly it clicks - he knows, doesn't he? The Good Doctor probably knows your diagnosis.
Soon enough, you feel the blunt tip of his cock teasing and poking at the entrance of your pussy. Sucking on your bottom lip prevents you from whining, but you can do nothing about the lewd sounds ripped out of your throat once his cock's head catches inside. As much as your cunt asks for it, all soft and wet and accommodating, Roger's size manages to surprise your senses yet again. Getting used to it starts to sound like a myth, but you're not sure you ever want to say goodbye to that slightly burning stretch that turns into intense pleasure on its wake. Your eyes are wide open as you look down at your hands but you see nothing; they're unfocused and a little blurry with physiological tears. Your soul triumphs as nature wins. You let it have its way, releasing the painful hold of reason, and get lost in the feeling of Roger fucking 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."
It takes you a second to realize what he's saying, but when you do, your whole body blushes. An overpowering sense of belonging.
"Your slightly protruding tummy will crush to dust the fantasies of the fools whose eyes linger long enough to notice. It will let them know you're all mine."
With no hope of giving him any kind of response other than desperate moans, you cum on the spot, surprising yourself with just how much his words stimulated that silly ovulating brain of yours.
The excessive wetness is now beaten to creaminess that sticks to your bodies, the noises growing even more obscene than before.
You will your tightly shut eyes to open again, trying to look past the pink-tinted fog and maybe turn to catch Roger's gaze. You need to see the man who fucks you into being his.
Instead, you notice that he has you bent over the stove this whole time, and you're inevitably distracted, just as Roger hits a spot inside you that puts you into a whole new trance. There's something about having your hands on the stovetop that signals danger to you, even if you know you're not going to burn. Being with Roger feels a little bit like this.
A sharp thrust aimed at that same sweet spot sends you to the heavens a second time, and your head is empty again, mouth falling open to spill all the moans reminiscent of his name. Like a mantra, you call out to him, and he knows damn well what you want.
"I'll give it to you, don't fret."
He sounds a little breathless himself, making you proud - he couldn't last too long this time, as if in a rush to fill you up. He's proven his stamina and endurance many times before, so you know the desperation is courageous.
After a couple more of those fast-paced, loud slaps of skin against skin, the sudden ceasing of the noise is telling. Roger stills, and with a grunt, dumps his load deep inside you. You feel it stuffing you further along with the delicious thickness of Roger's fully swollen cock, and for good measure, he fucks it nice and deep inside you with some finishing shallow thrusts.
Both the metaphorical and the literal heat ruling over you begin to dissipate. You feel so, so satisfied. Roger helps you straighten up from your stiff position and then lends you his chest to lean against as you catch your breath, knowing that your legs are reduced to jelly.
The kitchen is quiet again in the dark of the night, and the deep yellow lamplight seems so cozy now.
"Though, I'd like a red ribbon around your neck. Having you in white from head to toe will make you look a little too innocent - and you're not."
Lower lip puffing up in a pout, you look up at Roger. He grins. It’s a little surprising that his mind still lingers on thoughts about marriage, and it makes you feel a little ashamed since yours is still in the gutter. Though he remembers you best with bows in your hair, he seems to see past your attempts at coyness, drawing you in more mature colors, like that of cherries in spring.
He kisses your pouting mouth. It's almost cute, nothing like the passion-packed kisses you previously shared with him. It shifts the focus of your imagination again, the hormones playing with you. The softness of his gesture makes you crave more stolen kisses over the stovetop - this time, not in the throes of passion, but in moments of domesticity. Of you cooking a meal on that stovetop. Maybe even a family meal. You just hope you're not too bad at using it…
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I guess you're right! I don't know, after writing so many of those I'm noticing which ones were requester-favorites to the point where it feels like there's only 5-6 of them in total haha! One Yang kiss coming right away, thank you for your continued support! <3
Though the adrenaline that surged through your veins is still there, you will your heart into calming down now. You're safe. Yang is safe.
This should be something to get used to - you know it, you knew it the moment you accepted Yang's love and started calling the Lao-Shu your family.
Yet the smell of blood is thick in the air and Yang is still furious. The surprise attack targeted the two of you right in the middle of what should have been a rare opportunity to spend some time together outside. All those pink-tinted daydreams of what common couples do on a date, they often turn red under the sky of godless Veleno.
As you stand in safety behind your lover, you gradually begin to notice his tense stance - someone who can kill with their eyes closed and go on with their sleep afterwards - and you wonder, deep inside, if you have actually gotten used to it more than Yang has. That kind of reality, but with you added to it, you mean.
It's scary to approach him from the back. For a second, you're scared that his instincts would kick in and you'll see the flurry of his wide sleeves dancing as he turns to slice you open. But you know him better than that. If he's operating by instinct now, it would be the one to protect you. So approach him you do, step after step, your open arms outstretched until you feel the damp clothing of your lover under your fingertips. You gradually slide your arms around his front, hugging him tight. It's alright now. I'm safe. We're safe.
He would never say it out loud if he needed that kind of grounding, but you're here to give it anyway. You feel his deep breaths now, heart still racing from the battle, and you're reminded of your own unsteady heartbeat.
Your hand moves upwards until it finds his face, cradling it, turning it towards you. It feels so, so daring, so dangerous, to steal his attention like that. But he's your Yang. He won't hurt you.
Without saying a word, Yang complies with your demand for a kiss, placing his lips over yours. It's another act he's capable of conducting in blindness, yet there's a certain stiffness to it now. A little as if he's juvenile and inexperienced with kissing. You almost find it in yourself to chuckle at him.
He kisses you until it starts feeling familiar, and then some more. And deep within, you wonder if Yang thinks he's grounding you instead of the other way around. ──────────────────
──────"Spoon? What do you need that thing for, at this hour? And don't even think about having more dessert."
Aaaagh! That's not what you meant! Not at all!
When you saw that Kanetsugu was finally, finally ready for bed, you were more than eager to invite him under the warm covers for some much-anticipated cuddles. The normal kind would not be sufficient for you tonight, you suddenly decided, as you waved your arms frantically in a flash, declaring SPOON! SPOON!
You'd completely forgotten to take into account that, unlike how it is with war signals, Kanetsugu doesn't really know what the drill is here. The poor man hardly knows one definition of the word and here you threw another one at him, expecting him to follow orders as if you were his lord.
He's surely seen you use a spoon before, as you were able to get your hands on the European-style utensil from merchants... even if things like that are not exactly nonexistent in the present era, they're different and saved for nobility. While it's not like you're exactly inconvenienced by the lack of such utensils, there's nothing more useful for scraping the sides of a bowl for those last bits of dessert!
You look at Kanetsugu like he's some sort of buffoon and he looks back at you with the exact same kind of stare. To refresh his memory, you make a hugging gesture with your arms, to which he audibly sighs.
"Just how much of your nonsense am I supposed to keep up with? Can't you just call things by their proper names?"
There's nothing wrong with spooning, and you're not at fault that he refuses to expand his vocabulary. While you're busy thinking of a comeback, Kanetsugu is already settling down on the futon behind you, ready to cozy up and comply with your wish. But that's not what you had in mind!
You wait until he's all settled, and only then do you raise up and hop on the other side of Kanetsugu. He's been promoted to a little spoon!
Kanetsugu lets out a very troubled noise, like he wants to complain, but decides against it in the last second. If you know him well, you know that he's a little flustered by his current position - and if you know him best, you know that he'll never admit out loud that he actually enjoys it. It's only the way he shifts his legs so you can envelop him further that gives him away. ──────────────────
