#ikemen smut

[xxsycamore]

Afternoon Sun

╰┈➤ A needy Napoleon makes you take a break from your chores.

Napoleon Bonaparte/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Gentle Sex; Kissing; Nipple Play; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 2,631 • masterlist

"Okay, Napoleon, you can get me down already! I'm not going to run away or anything! Jeez!"

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as the man carrying you in his arms simply elbows the door open and takes you inside his bedroom. It's only when he sets you down on the soft duvet of his bed that he speaks again.

"Here you go."

You pout, but true to your word, you don't run away even as the chance to do so presents itself. However, that doesn't mean you give up on questioning him so easily.

"What's this all about? Coming and declaring that you're whisking me away from my chores? Poor Sebas is left tending to laundry all alone...!"

"I think he'll manage, Nunuche. You've been running left and right all day. I just figured you need a little break."

You watch Napoleon take off his coat and put it on his desk chair's backrest, his statement matter-of-factly and hard to refute. Especially when you've been secretly waiting for the day to be over so you can find yourself in the very same place as you are right now.

Napoleon rejoins you at the foot of his bed, now down to his comfy linen shirt, and pats his lap upon taking a seat.

Not seeing a reason to refuse such a nice offer, you crawl closer to him at sit sideways on his lap, enjoying the way his toned right arm immediately wraps around your shoulders to support your position. His gaze is soft when you meet it with your own, a smile playing on his lips, yet you can't help but think that he's being a little uncharacteristically quiet.

The staring contest is short-lived because he leans in for a kiss, all too soon. This is your "aha!" moment and you hurry to voice out your discovery - but not before placing a thorough smooch on his expecting lips, because you just can't help it.

"Napoleon! Did you take me here because I needed a break or because you were feeling lonely?"

When you take another look at his face, his brow is already furrowed in a little frown, likely from the unsatisfying contact. But it only grows once he actually registers your words.

"Why can't it be both?"

You chuckle at his honesty and give his lips another peck. As if he can be content with this.

Surprisingly, he doesn't push for a longer kiss as you'd predicted, so instead you have the chance to get a little more comfortable in his arms and take a breather. He looks as if he's carefully selecting his next words, so you give him the chance to while entertaining yourself by playing with the white ends of his hair. No matter how many times you try to smooth down the little silvery tuff, it keeps curling up on its own, sticking to the side of his face. It's adorable, especially in a moment where Napoleon is trying to be serious.

"It's just... you're rather busy these days. Getting up from bed so early, later running away as soon as you wake me up. I miss spending a quiet morning with you."

You try smoothing it down again, to no avail.

"Morning, you say..."

"Okay, fine, an early noon. You know what I'm saying, Nunuche."

That's your line, normally. He shouldn't be mad at you teasing him for his choice of words when it's so much like him to do the same to you.

But you don't feel like teasing him anymore. Your gaze moves from his smooth cheek to the intense emerald eyes staring back at you, waiting to be found. You can't get enough of him when he's being like that. Upfront enough with his emotions to make a bold statement and whisk you off your feet, taking you straight to his room. But at the same time afraid of acting selfishly. He'd stare at you as if begging you to say you feel the same way.

Which, you do.

You smile sweetly at your lover.

"So you want to cuddle in bed? Is this what you're saying? Let's do that, then!"

"Nunuche-Wait-"

It takes some effort to topple over a man of his build, but catching him off-guard does the trick. Laughter bubbles on your lips as you tower over him for a moment before rolling to the side, making space for him. Who cares if you're a little bit upside down, dialogally, in bed. Cuddles come in all angles and shapes.

He drags himself up until he's wholly on the bed, tackling you down despite your playful protests. Now he's the one on top, and you're about to say something about wanting to lay on his chest instead, when he suddenly meets your lips with his.

The earlier hesitation long dissipated, you're honestly happy to see him claiming his kiss now. You're glad you communicated your enthusiasm without taking the lead from him, and you're interested in seeing him express the neediness he previously showed.

"Nnnh..."

Oh, he's really getting into it. Trying to keep up with his tempo leaves you as breathless as he is, and the lewd sounds of the kiss make your belly tighten. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, and you let him toy with you as much as he pleases, enjoying his passionate loving show through the gesture, as if you're doing it for the very first time...

"Nunuche..."

At first, you're not sure if it simply fell out of his lips in the heat of the moment or if he's actually meaning to say something, so you just put a hand on his cheek to pull him down again.

"Nunuche, we... should stop."

Hazy but concerned, you look him in the eye with expectation.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you to rest and now... if we kiss one more time, I would just want to make love to you."

You can tell that's not the reaction he expected to receive because you watch his brows go from being tightly knit together to rising up. You figure out you're smiling in this very moment, even if you're not doing it intentionally.

"I'm...not going anywhere, Napoleon."

Your hand finds his nape as you gently nudge him to shorten the distance again. But there's room for one more whisper before your lips connect again.

"I missed you too, you know..."

Now, you're aware yours seems to be a completely different way of missing each other from the one he talked about earlier. But you're not ashamed to admit it, nor are you ashamed of raising your knee just a little so that it presses firmly against the front of his trousers.

It doesn't really distract Napoleon from kissing you again. If he wasn't doing it with intention earlier, then he surely does now, until you can't help making those small noises into the kiss anymore.

"Need you."

The two words roll off his throat a little hoarsely, and it's so easy for you to slip inside the scenario where neither of you has started your day yet. The only difference is the too many layers between your bodies presently, neither of which being the soft bedsheets. But that too will cease to matter eventually, especially with the speed at which Napoleon works your shirt undone.

Arching your spine off the mattress to let him tug it free from your red skirt, your eyes widen as Napoleon can't wait to fully get rid of the piece of clothing before attacking your chest with his agape mouth. His tongue wets your sensitive skin, letting the air cool it so you start to miss the heat of his breath again.

It takes a couple of inpatient motions but your torso is now completely bare under Napoleon's eyes. He resumes his actions, suddenly being more than precise, as he takes a pert nipple in his mouth and suckles on it.

You toss your head to the side, fingers curling up in a fist with the desire to tangle them in his dark locks instead, all too easily. It will be a little embarrassing to admit you're more worked up than him, but you can't help it when he claims your weak spots like that.

Your composure completely crumbles when he flashes you a look without breaking off his ministrations, and he looks utterly needy at that moment, like he'd be offended if you were to tell him that's enough. The shiver that goes through you builds up into a powerful throb low inside your belly and between your legs, and you already want him inside. But you don't want to rush things, not when he's giving love to every part of you like that.

It's just unfair that you don't have much to do with your own hands while he's slowly making his way down your torso, removing your skirt and your underwear with one swift movement. You want to touch him too, to pleasure him, to show him how much you want him... even if your body takes care of the last part, being more than expressive.

"Nnnh-!"

Napoleon's strong hands have to keep your legs open as he tongues at your swollen folds, the strong currents of pleasure making you instinctively close your legs. Though it seems like he doesn't mind having his head sandwiched tight, his heavy breaths fanning over your heated center. The repetitive flicks of his tongue send your whole body shivering and you hope the whimpers coming out of your kiss-swollen lips are enough of a warning, because you can't for the life of you use your words to tell Napoleon of your upcoming climax.

Judging by the way he's going even harder at it, it's safe to assume he was able to read your body language like he always does. In no time he's sending your body into ecstasy, licking you through a powerful orgasm and letting you buck against his tongue, making a mess of his face.

When he emerges from between your legs, you welcome him back into your arms and you can't not notice he's a little red in the face. It gives you a rush of embarrassment that you gladly accept, coupled with the slight tang of your own juices on his tongue as he kisses you again, not waiting to stabilize his breathing.

You wrap your arms around his neck, similar to how you previously locked him with your legs, and the sound of his metal belt buckle clanking against the prong and suggesting that it's now undone is sending signals to your brain, ones that make the throbbing inside you intensify. Even after such a good orgasm, Napoleon is able to lower your recovery time to nearly zero just by a flick of his fingers. This is how much you need him.

Of course, seeing that he loses no time nesting himself between your legs, he's no better than you. Still, you don't trust him with the task of putting his cock inside you, because he likes to tease a little too much. So your hand slides downwards, between your bodies, and does it instead.

Napoleon looks at your face as he bottoms out in you, inch by inch, he doesn't even waste the time of a blink. There's a fire in his eyes when you finally open your own to gaze back at him, and you cry out his name when he starts thrusting.

"Ahhh...Napoleon!"

"I'm here, mon amour."

Withdrawing a little, his hands find the folds of your knees, holding you open so you can receive his thrusts as he picks up his pace. You're not sure if you're happy to trade his closeness with the delicious new angle of his cock moving inside you, but the latter becomes more and more important by the second. By the time you realize the two of you are being up to no good in the middle of the day, it's too late to care about muffling your moans. They already know.

Still, Napoleon is quick to notice the hitching of your breath, and he doesn't like it when you're too shy to express how he's making you feel. So he snaps his hips inside you in a particularly deep thrust.

"Ah!"

And again.

"Say my name."

"N-Napo...leon..."

Obedient as you are, he didn't need to pry it out of you too hard, and he rewards you with a series of nice and deep thrusts that are more of a pleasant grinding sensation against your deepest parts. You cry out again, ready to tip over the edge again so soon, especially when he lets go of your knees and meets you skin to skin, a part of his weight falling over you like a blanket.

"God, you're so tight and hot around me. Are you going to come?"

You lock your legs around his torso instead of answering, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth anyway other than moans that resemble a broken "yes". You envy him for the ability to tie together whole sentences like that, wishing to feel him throb inside you with a mere word from your mouth too.

"Nggh- Napoleon!"

Or maybe you can do that just fine. His cock swells inside you as his thrusts grow erratic until he lets the strong grip of your limbs completely immobilize him, knowing that you're pulling him as close as possible and he'll get to spill inside you no matter what.

The sensation of fingernails biting into your sides feels a little rough as he grips you harder in the heat of the moment, but it only heightens the feeling when your whole body is glowing with pleasure. You're sure you're leaving little crescents across his toned arms as well.

He erupts inside you, filling you spurt after sput as you spasm around him, milking him for every last drop. You begin to feel so full of his hot come, tears well up in the corners of your eyes. A sense of belonging overcomes you, strongly, as if you can make Napoleon melt into your chest if you hold him like that just a little longer.

He doesn't seem to be letting go of you anytime soon. The little readjustments of limbs that need to be made so he lies comfortable over you are making overstimulation spark all over but it's not unwelcome at all. It makes you clench your insides and feel him remaining there, where he belongs.

"I love you."

It's how you know he feels the same way. You might be having your own way of communicating it, as he always likes to remind, but you still deem it unfair to remain quiet just because you want to be completely still.

"I love you. I love you so much, Napoleon."

Your voice is a little hoarse from how deep in your throat those moans were rolling, but you think he might like the way your words come out. His soft humming sounds happy. And sleepy.

"Napoleon."

"Let me stay inside you for a little longer. Let's turn around."

The air gets trapped in your lungs for a mere second because admittedly, his wish does things to you. But you're able to let it out in the next moment, once you've settled nicely on top of his chest. Just like you wanted in the beginning when things were far more innocent...

"Napoleon.. you'll fall asleep..."

"Mmm."

You're not sure what that means. You just know the whole thing starts to resemble awfully much those late mornings you both missed, even if now it's the afternoon sun that peaks through the curtains to rest on your naked back, like the bedsheets that are missing. Maybe you'll rest your eyes for a moment too.

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[littlekohai77]

"𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡"

(William Rex NSFW alphabet)

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: heavy discussion of pregnancy and lack of safety, probably ooc, discussion of his worries, really just a big ass ramble, op is delusional.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🅰--> 🅰🅵🆃🅴🆁🅲🅰🆁🅴:

The best you could ask for. Literally. He is the king of aftercare.

He doesn't go very hard on you as he's very mindful of his actions, but he still takes really good care of you. From giving you a massage to preparing a bath for you.

He doesn't even ask the maids to do anything, he does most himself. Because he likes taking care of you and how close that makes you two. He absolutely adores the giddy yet tired smile you give him every time. It melts his heart in a way words can't explain. He also loves joining you in the bath and washing your body and hair for you. Insists that you should relax until you give up. Might get a bit handsy when washing you body, but it's just sensual squeezes to your sides and nothing more.

🅱--> 🅱🅾🅳🆈 🅿🅰🆁🆃:

His favorite body part on himself is probably his entire Phonatory system. The thing that allows him to use his powers. Powers that have brought him pain but also opportunities to enact justice.

On you, he likes your eyes the most

He adores how expressive they are. How they fail to hide any and every emotion that you're feeling.

🅲--> 🅲🆄🅼:

Okay so... He never really talks about it.. Not out right at least. But there are signs. You can kind of tell that he's really fond of children. Especially from the way his eyes soften when you're cradling a baby in your arms, cooing at them and rocking them gently. It touches a deep spot in his heart and blooms warmth all throughout him.

But he knows.... He's meant to have a tragic fate.... One that he has composed himself enough to welcome with open arms.... A chaotic end... One so horrifying and cruel... He wants to end it all with a blast to say the least.

But the thing is, he doesn't know when it's coming, just that it will come. And that information.. . That scares him.

He doesn't want to die early and leave you with all the responsibilities of raising your children.

But what if he lives long enough till his face has worn down with wrinkles from the scars of time. What if.. . What if, he lives long enough to see his children grow.. .

But then there's another factor, he has enemies like an unkempt garden with weeds. They keep on spawning and will continue to do so. How will you two handle the pressure? Can he ensure to himself that he's capable of keeping everyone safe? Can he ensure that your mental stability won't crumble if...

And so he always avoids releasing inside of you. Commonly undoing himself on your stomach, thighs or back.

He knows he shouldn't and that's why he doesn't but oh does his heart clench with desire to do so.

Which is why, sometimes he slips and losses composure, fading in and out of consciousness as he releases inside you. He's immensely pleased yet also horrified. You guys haven't spoke about it and although he's sure from his observations that you wouldn't mind having a mini you running around, his previous worries still lay dormant. So he prays to whatever deity might be listening that the seed doesn't take.

🅳--> 🅳🅸🆁🆃🆈 🆂🅴🅲🆁🅴🆃:

Has sniffed your undergarments when jerking off more than once. This was after you guys got physical though. He respects you enough to not do these indecent things before you two have become comfortable with each other's bodies.

🅴--> 🅴🆇🅿🅴🆁🅸🅴🅽🅲🅴:

He has a lot of experience. Not because he's a womanizer though.

The thing is, he comes off as someone with a lot of experience due to his extensive knowledge, confident attitude and sense of knowing how to act. But you're definitely not his first.

🅵--> 🅵🅰🆅🅾🆁🅸🆃🅴 🅿🅾🆂🅸🆃🅸🅾🅽:

Probably cowgirl. Or just about anything where he can see your face.

The reason he likes cowgirl is because, he can tease and rile you up into taking control. Which reveals a new side of you to him.

And if your thighs grow weak, he can always grab onto your hips and thrust up into you.

🅶--> 🅶🅾🅾🅵🆈:

He's more romantic than serious and he can also be quite teasing during these times. So if he notices your mood being tense, he might crack quite a few jokes that are so funny you're literally laughing one moment and then moaning the next. And it's not even that good of a joke, it's literally those simple jokes but there's something about the way he delivers them that cracks you up.

He likes when you moan in between your fits of laughter. He finds it greatly endearing.

🅷--> 🅷🅰🅸🆁:

Not completely shaved, he doesn't like how prickly it gets and doesn't want those rough follicles to hurt your soft pillowy folds

Not a completely unkempt bush either, he doesn't like the feeling of it.

Regularly trimmed and groomed. He takes good care of himself.

🅸--> 🅸🅽🆃🅸🅼🅰🅲🆈:

The intimacy is through the roof. He's such a romantic. Kissing your eyelids. Running his fingers down your back. Squeezing your tender flesh. Showering your collarbones with hickeys. Sucking on the flesh and nibbling on it til you give out a whimper. And then drawing out his tongue to soothe the location of the assault.

🅹--> 🅹🅰🅲🅺 🅾🅵🅵:

Not that often. Without you around or thoughts of you in his head, his horniness takes a deep dive downwards.

But we're speaking of when he gets pussy three days a week.

Leave him dry for four-five weeks and he'll be spending almost every hour thinking of you. Which will eventually get to him and he'll succumb to jacking off to thoughts of you five days a week.

It's not that he's ashamed of it, no he enjoys it. It's just that he doesn't quite find the drive or need to do it most of the time.

🅺--> 🅺🅸🅽🅺🆂:

Pet play but it's more so of him not even ordering you around and just doting on you while you reciprocate his worship as he calls you his little doll, flower etc. So… name calling to be frank?

Name calling but it's when he's on edge and overcome with the need to prove a point to you. Still doesn't order you around but does fuck you ruthlessly until you're quivering from how good it feels. During this time, he takes a bit of a more degrading tone.

Breeding kink. Restrains himself from doing that though.

Blindfolds. Finds it exciting how much more reactive and sensitive you are when your vision is blocked and the only senses you can rely on are touch and sound.

Overstimulation. He doesn't mean to hurt you but sometimes he just gets so mesmerized by your reactions, your quivering thighs, the way you weep ‘sto-op! Please-ah!’ And yet pull him in by locking your ankles behind his back. He gets so addicted and ahead of himself that he forgets that you need rest. Would snap out of it the moment you utter your safe word though.

Edging. He likes it because of how many interesting noises and reactions it pulls out of you. By depriving you of release again and again he gets to bask in your desperation as tears roll down your flushed cheeks with your thighs quivering as you pull your weeping little cunny up and down his cock.

Hand holding. He doesn't know why, he just lives for the intimacy it brings. It also helps him sense if he's being too rough.

Food play. He loves food, he loves you, why not combine the two? Likes to lick whipped cream off your chest and back, knowing just how sensitive you are in those places.

Nipple play. He likes them. Soft and squishy one moment, hard and perky other. He loves to graze his fangs over them.

🅻--> 🅻🅾🅲🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽:

Anywhere.

Okay maybe not out in broad daylight at the town square but he's completely up for semi public places. He's surprisingly jealous and possessive. So he absolutely loves to make those nasty nobles hear just how good he makes you feel and that he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

Totally okay with only doing it in bedrooms if you enjoy privacy though.

🅼--> 🅼🅾🆃🅸🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽:

When you touch his thigh, when you dote on him, when you look him in the eyes with adoration and confess your love to him, when you're so flustered that your face is burning up and you can't even look him in the eyes, when you wear a revealing dress that accentuates your chest.

🅽--> 🅽🅾:

He isn't going to order you around. Not in a million years, not when you're having rough hate sex, just never.

He understands the gravity of what it's like being under his command. And he has a pretty good guess that you'd feel absolutely betrayed... Even if you said you wanted it.... He deeply fears that one day he'll get so accustomed to it that he'll start using it outside of your nightly activities. That he might feel the need to control your actions and get frustrated when you don't do as he wants... And then let it all slip.

He remembers the look of utter terror on your visage the first time he used his powers on you... The night you first met...

He never wants to see that face ever again. Not because of him. Not because of anything in this world.

He remembers how weary you were of him, how long it took for you to warm up and have faith in him. He praises you for being cautious but God does he never want to go back to that. Never wants to see you retract your hand or look into his eyes with fear in yours.

🅾--> 🅾🆁🅰🅻:

You're getting it the most. He just prefers it that way. He loves to pamper you and he's quite sure it hurts to take all of him.

Along with that, he loves to observe and note your reactions to him. He wonders if you'll get shy this time. Would you cover your eyes with your forearm again? Would you be more embarrassed if he was doing this in a room adjacent to the ballroom during a party?

He allows you to give him head, mostly because he's intrigued and wants to see that desperate sheen in your eyes as you try not to gag and push more of him inside your mouth. He lightly strokes and plays with your hair as you do it. Clutching it roughly just as he climaxes.

🅿--> 🅿🅰🅲���:

Mostly slow when he's being romantic.

Painfully slow and rolling his hips when he's being teasing.

Erratically fast and deep when he's enraged.

🆀--> 🆀🆄🅸🅲🅺🅸🅴:

Unless he's not had an opportunity to touch you in weeks, is in the middle of an important mission and can't seem to get your sweet pussy off his mind, he won't resort to a quickie. He likes to take his time with you. He's an observer, he loves to see your reactions and a quickie is way too little time to enjoy them which leaves him unsatisfied.

Would do it as often as you like if you prefer it though. Just know that he'll be especially hungry for you the next time he gets to put his hands of you.

🆁--> 🆁🅸🆂🅺:

Willing to take a lot of risks, mostly because he knows he can simply wipe their memory by ordering them to forget what they saw and heard.

So it only depends on how much risk you want to take.

🆂--> 🆂🆃🅰🅼🅸🅽🅰:

Could probably go for 2-3 rounds when he's being slow and romantic. 3-5 when he's being a tease. 4-5 when he's being rough. 7-8 when he's pissed off.

🆃--> 🆃🅾🆈🆂:

Girl it's the Victorian era.

While vibrators can't be found, dildos do exist.

He likes to use them to tease or punish you. Making you keep it inside the entire day or the whole dinner while lightly caressing your thighs.

Also teases and rails you with it during sex, using that time to regain strength.

🆄--> 🆄🅽🅵🅰🅸🆁:

(This is hard ngl.)

He's such a tease. If you want pleasure, he'll make you spell it out for him. But don't worry, he'll still give you what you want despite you failing. He holds it out a little longer each time though to inject a sense of panic into you. Make you think what if he doesn't let you cum this time?

He legit asks the most philosophical questions known to mankind in the middle of fucking you into the mattress. He cackles when you blabber and mumble out your response. So incoherent. So adorable.

This can't be said for when he's jealous though. As he's prone to fucking you to unconsciousness if that's what it takes to drill it into your head that he's the only one capable of making you feel that good. (Would still stop though if you cried or said your safe word)

🆅--> 🆅🅾🅻🆄🅼🅴:

He's not afraid of being loud. Just that his moans are simply not like that. His leans more towards breathy and whispery. And that's why it doesn't make that much sound. And when he releases, it's a deep groan or a silent scream.

He likes it that way though, as that allows him to fully be able to hear your moans.

🆆--> 🆆🅸🅻🅳 🅲🅰🆁🅳:

Would share you with Victor. But only if you want to.

Would let you peg him. Even if just once, he just wants to experience how you act when you do it to him. Are you domineering? Are you sweet? Are you teasing? Would you also rub his cockhead while thrusting into him?

He likes to make you wear collars. He likes this sense of ownership.

🆇--> 🆇-🆁🅰🆈:

Probably 6.5-7.5 inches. Possibly the only thing he's ever been most insecure about. Cause you know, in times like the Victorian era, large penises were a sign of lack of intelligence.

🆈--> 🆈🅴🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶:

Not that much tbh, lower than expected, a bit more than average. He's more preoccupied with being overwhelmed with love for you, observing you, adoring you, appreciating you and wanting to squish you cause you're just that freaking cute than wanting to bully your pussy.

But he does get hot and bothered whenever you're just being too adorable and flustered.

🆉--> 🆉🆉🆉🆉🆉:

He generally has a hard time falling asleep, so he naturally stays up even after you've dozed off. Tries to fall asleep with you but if it doesn't work, he might go play the piano for a bit or take a stroll in the garden or maybe even read a book with you in his arms.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

[tacticalanklenuzzler3000]

Ellis Twilight x Reader x Jude Jazza

MDNI 18+ ONLY

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happy birthday Ellis my beloved. pretend like I posted this on the 4th.

I fooled all of u into following my side blog so you can watch me write smut about anime guys instead of big military men rhahagahahahgaa

cw: mfm threesome, reader has a vagaina and breasts but no size description, reader is gender neutral, my boyfriends are kissing each other! we are bisexual! HAPPY PRIIIIIDEEEEEE, lewd? fingering, overstimulation, kissing, uhhh slight pet play?? words like cunt are used, praise kink go crazy go stupid, degradation kink go silly, self indulgent look away from me

do they hate each other? a little bit yes, but they can turn that part of their brain off to bond over the love of your body. you are the bridge for their emotional gap and what an honor this is for you.

thankfully they don't bicker back and forth much, considering Ellis is so passive. he will accommodate the both of you, even if Jude is snapping at him.

tho all of his mean snaps and sharp words die on the soft curves of your body (sort of.) it at least gets him to shut up long enough to kiss your skin.

even so, you were a bit hazy on how you ended up with the 2 of them in your bed. your back to Jude's abdomen and Ellis on his knees between your splayed legs. their fingers were cold against your skin, goosebumps following right behind their fingertips.

"you aren't kissing me right.." Ellis whines in that whispery tone. he moves to pepper kisses along your cheeks. "want it like this.." his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

you whine at the loss of his lips, watching him sit back up on his knees. in one easy motion, Ellis moved his lips from your cheeks to Jude's lips.

even caught deep in a kiss, Jude looked irritable. you figured that was just his permanent expression.

2 pairs of hands pet and groped at your pliant body. when you closed your eyes, savoring their touch, you could tell who was who if you thought hard enough. however, thinking was last on your list of things to do right now.

Ellis used his fingertips mostly, drawing shapes on your thighs or trailing them from your throat down your sternum. he'd call you a sweet pup, so soft and easy [/praise♡]

Jude would knead your skin like dough and push his manicured nails into it. every soft swell would be subject to his groping and pinching. he'd squish your soft hips and splay his hands on your plush tummy, all while calling you a needy dog, a mutt in heat. you're so easy [/degrading♡]

a tight coil started building in your abdomen. was it jealousy, wanting all the attention to be on you? jude did complain about how needy you were.. or was it your slowly winding orgasm from Ellis's long fingers circling your clit? you chalked it up to the latter, lips parting to a soft pant.

the 2 finally pulled away from each other, their lips kissed red and glossy.

"..hah..." Ellis's cheeks were dusted a satisfied pink. his deep jewel toned eyes were hazy with a happy lust when he looked down to you again.

"can you do that for me?" he asked, eager, hunching over you again.

"quit hoggin' 'em," Jude complained, tugging you closer to his body.

" 'm not," Ellis countered, kissing up to your lips again. Jude was quick to suck his teeth at the sight. he was never the best at sharing

he found your mouth again. Ellis was nothing if not earnest. with the way he pressed himself against you, it felt like he could never get close enough. you never met someone who kissed with their whole body before.

absorbed in the attention Ellis gave you, you hardly registered Jude's cold hands moving down your legs. tucking his fingers behind your knees, he brought them up to your chest.

you were tucked into a ball between them the new position was essentially presenting your tight heat like a meal on a platter. and that glint in Ellis's eyes told you he was awful hungry

his curly hair tickled your chest and stomach when he kissed down your soft body. the softness of his touch was quite the contrast to Jude's pinching and groping.

Ellis leaned his head against your thigh and sighed, dreamy and warm. goosebumps quickly bloomed against your skin. he and Jude watched with blown pupils as Ellis's ring and middle finger sank effortlessly into you. you squirmed some, from his fingers, the position you were folded into, or the 2 pairs of eyes on your naked body, you weren't sure.

slender fingers prodded and scissored between your walls, searching for any spot that would make you squeal. palm up, ellis circled and pushed until the tips of his fingers were just on your sweet spot. you curled your toes in anticipation, breath hitching for just a moment

"there it is," Jude's keen eye didn't miss your subtle reactions.

Jude slipped a hand free from one of your legs. Ellis was quick to take it in his own, setting your ankle on his shoulder. working together for so long has given them almost a 6th sense. it's like they communicate telepathicly.

your theory of mind reading is essentially confirmed when Ellis pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you. Jude's free hand found your needy clit immediately after and you felt like you could already see stars.

you stuttered out a moan, head falling back in pleasure. if Ellis's fingers were any deeper, you were sure you could feel them in your throat. and if Jude's constant circling of your clit was any faster it would boarder on overstimulation.

" 's good ain't it?" Jude teased, moving his hand away from your clit to grab your chin.

you whimpered, cheeks dented from his fingers pushing into them. you could hear the devilish grin in his voice when he forced you to watch Ellis between your legs.l

Ellis moaned from deep in his chest, latching his mouth to your cunt. he practically had hearts in his eyes looking up at you, moan vibrating your already sensitive clit.

"yes- fuuck.." you whined, nodding eagerly. you hoped with enough enthusiasm, and they wouldn't edge you.

their needy hands, sultry voices, and mixed scent were driving you to your climax even faster. it was making your already mushy brain turn to pure goo.

"so pretty.." Ellis mumbled, lips barely leaving your skin.

you flushed red, not sure if he talking to you or your pussy at this point. he was drunk off your body, moaning and whining as his tongue pushed into you. your hips desperately bucked and squirmed, to get closer the source of pleasure or run away from it, you weren't sure.

Jude mumbled something about being 'like a dog,' but you chose to ignore it not knowing if it was meant for you or Ellis. however, he was proven right when Ellis was all but nuzzling into your palm. you tried not to pull his hair like reigns, but with the way he way he was kissing and sucking at your clit you couldn't help it.

at this point, Jude had released your other leg, letting it fall open to accommodate Ellis's wide shoulders. with both hands free, your poor body was subject to his relentlessness.

his teeth quickly found your shoulder, and fingertips quickly found your nipples. already kissed and sucked hypersensitive by Ellis, Jude's pinching and palming of your chest was boarding on too much of a good thing.

all of it was too much. you could hardly get a full lungs worth of air, most of it being pushed out with your moans.

"aa, th're almost there.." Ellis mumbled against your fluttering cunt. his soft voice was so laced with lust that you could almost feel the words hot against your body.

"y-yes! almo-oh-st.. fuck-!" you nodded, hips struggling to buck with the tight grip Ellis had 💔

"maybe when we're done, we'll teach ya t' watch that mouth, huh?" Jude nipped at your ear, giving youa few more firm circles of your clit.

finally

that was all you needed. your nails dug into Jude's forearm and your legs clamped tight around Ellis's head. you figured he'll be alright without air for a minute while you rode out your long deserved orgasm.

Jude gently pats your tummy with a quick kiss to the side of your sweaty temple. it's his version of saying "good dog" when you finally come down.

Ellis doesn't know when to stop. he will keep kissing and trying with your pussy if you let him. don't let him unless you've cleared your schedule.

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[ethereal-blossom]

IKEVIL VICTOR NSFW HC's

MDNI

౨ৎ He's such a HUGE giver. Prefers for him to go down on you than vice versa. The most powerful man in the country loves to go on his knees to make you see galaxies that only he can make you see. Every moan slipping from your tongue is the highest form of encouragement for Victor to make you feel even better. Every thrust is done with your pleasure in mind, and Victor will always make sure your release comes first before he chases his own.

౨ৎ When you do go down on him be ready to get so so so soooo much praise. "Ah, right there, my dear," "mhm, my darling robin is being such a good little girl. I can hardly wait to do bad things to her all night long-" "my darling, you feel so wonderful."

౨ৎ Lazy morning sex is a must. Since the Queen's Aide is a time-consuming job, you don't always see Victor throughout the day and usually you're out when it gets dark to do your job as fairytale keeper. It happens occasionally that you wake up in the morning by Victor gently brushing your hair off your shoulders so he can place soft kisses on your bare skin. His thrusts are so sensual and slow, such a contrast from how he makes love to you in the night. He loves to intertwine your hands and to either press his forehead against yours or to whisper sweet nothings in your ear with his low, raspy morning voice.

౨ৎ The definition of Sabrina's lyric "when you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things" he could be pounding into you like a starved man and he'd still call you a good girl and praise you for taking him so well.

౨ৎ However, that doesn't mean he isn't such a tease with his words. He especially loves to point out every time he thinks his darling good girl looks so corrupted with cheeks rosy red and such a lewd expression as he's fucking the innocence out of you.

౨ৎ That wedding epilogue wherein Kate asks him to touch her and Victor, knowing fully well what kind of touch she wants, teasingly gives her such a domestic one? Yeah, he loves teasing you like that. You could ask him for a kiss and instead of the obvious deep and passionate one you want, he either gives you a short and gentle one on the lips, a kiss on the cheek, or a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then this man has the audacity to ask "like this/are you satisfied? " or when you ask him to touch you and he purposefully touches you an inch from where you want to be touched. Victor just loves to see you struggle to make your not-so-innocent desires clear, and he loves the frustrated expression as he almost gives you what you want: it's just adorable. What can he say? It's evil but he's a villain after all.

౨ৎ Always does after-care. In fact, there's no one beating Victor in after-care; he whispers affectionate words as he caresses your bare skin, cleans you up and suggests a bath together, not only grabs the glass of water but even brings it to your lips, will bake/cook you literally anything you want that you crave for, and you always end up snuggled in his muscular arms. I usually struggle to see some characters do aftercare or at least be very affectionate when doing so, but for Victor it feels extremely natural.

౨ৎ Desk/office sex. That's the headcanon I need Cybird to turn canon. Imagine Victor being frustrated with something the council or one of its man did and you either visit him in your break or are there to give a report. Victor is putting up a happy face, partially because he's genuinely thrilled to see you but also because he doesn't want to bother you. You notice anyways because he's your man so of course you know he's acting a bit off. You offer to make him feel better, which will throw Vic off guard the first time but then he'll amusingly note how his darling robin has become so bold. But also, if you visit him in his break for the simple fact you're needy Victor will find it absolutely adorable, and how can he say no to his dear robin flying all the way to him for his touch?

౨ৎ He's such a dom and usually on top. Victor is someone who we only see in authority positions like being the Queen's Aide, co-founder and leader of Crown, and even the oldest. He's taken on a somewhat parental role and he loves to take care and spoil others. Plus, he's lowkey pretty manipulative if you read between the lines and he always seems to have a sense of control. But the most important part is that Victor seems to enjoy and not mind it. So I think it's safe to assume the bedroom is no exception. He loves to be the one in control.

౨ৎ But just imagine how pretty he is when you're on top of him and his hair is spread out under him like a snow angel. This time, you're prioritizing his pleasure and my oh my, the absolutely filthy moans you drag out of him have Roger tune out all sounds. I mean, this man already shamelessly moans in some of his voiced lines. But Victor also has to really restrain himself to not roll you over and be the one to top you. It occasionally happens when he's close because he just can't resist to bring you just as close and make you finish at the same time.

౨ৎ Also imagine how hot he looks like when he's putting his hair in a ponytail as he's on his knees about to go down on you. He'd look the way he looks like in the banner.

౨ৎ Outside of all this dom and control talk, it'll be the biggest turn on for Victor if you grab his pontail and show him exactly where you want him. Genuinely making his dick twitch in his pants. Overall, he will find it absolutely amusing and adorable to see you take control in the bedroom. Partially because it's like a puppy trying to overmaster a wolf but also because he loves to see that strength in you, and he loves to see you chase down your pleasure and how he's of service to you. He's someone with strong dom tendencies but he also loves to a sub for you <3

Anyways, in celebration of kinktober!! Might turn a few of these headcanons in scenarios for it hehe✨

[2af-afterdark]

Selfish Bird

Fandom: Ikemen Villains Content: Victor x gn!mc (you/your), suggestive but not really smutty, fluff(?) A/N: I had a thought, made a drabble that isn’t really a story and has no flow. It may be out of character (I’m still finding the character’s voices), but I fucking love Victor (and William and Ellis and Elbert and Roger and maybe Jude…). Please just let me have my thots… Word Count: 457

“If I can make a request,” you walked your fingers along the edge of his pants, “I would like to get a taste of you.”

Victor hummed thoughtfully.

“Our sweet little robin has finally given into the darkness and turned to desires most illegal.”

You stared at him in disbelief before speaking. “I'm trying to flirt with you.”

“But I take care of so many charming cursed boys. “How will I explain it if I bring home a new mother for them before they're ready?”

“I already live here…”

“You're right,” he lamented. “What kind of father would I be if I suddenly told them that I'm pursuing the robin they've come to adore?”

“Victor,” you growled, “if you don't bend me over this kitchen counter in the next ten seconds, I swear to God-”

He looked at you with mischief in his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Why would I use a counter when a bed is much more comfortable?”

“You're terrible,” you mumbled as you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed yourself onto your toes to kiss the side of his mouth. “Now, about my request…”

He grabbed at your ass, kneading the fat and squishing it between his fingers. His touch crawled over your most sensitive places, which were only protected by a thin layer of fabric.

“Only if I get to sample you too,” he said as his fingers slowly crept between your legs and rubbed at the place you most wanted him.

Then, the pulled away just as quickly as he had pulled you in.

“But dinner comes first. My boys need to eat to stay strong and healthy.”

“Victor,” you whined as you grabbed onto him again and pulled him away from the counter, “that can wait. The others know how to be patient.”

You, on the other hand, were not. The spot between your legs was throbbing for him, and it was only getting more intense and desperate with each passing second.

A joyful, wicked smile crossed his face.

“Our sweet robin has become even more adorable. They've given into the darkness and learned how to be selfish.”

“So…?” You asked, pulling at his sleeve to try and lead him away.

Again, he wrapped his arms around you, but this time he positioned his arms under your bottom and lifted you off of your feet. You had to quickly grab onto his shoulders to balance yourself so you didn’t completely fall forward.

“Ten minutes should be enough selfishness for now, yes?” He asked as he started to walk with you in his arms.

You could only nod your head so fast that your neck felt like it would snap.

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



[chirp-a-chirp]

Simmer

Story Preview: “You keep saying my name like you can’t remember it,” Carla jokes, her breath hitching at his movements. “I promise I know what my name is.”

“Oh, I know.” Leon’s eyes darken. “But I’m aiming to make you scream mine.”

For @xxsycamore Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge! • Challenge Prompts: Blowing air on neck; not wearing underwear • Rating: Mature 18+ (MDNI) • Fandom: Ikemen Prince • Pairing: Leon Dompteur X OC (OC named Carla, f!character) • Word Count: ~2400 • Tags: Teasing; Vaginal Fingering/Sex; Pet Names; Kissing

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Music from a summer festival floats in the breeze, lively and vibrant. Street lanterns give way to bright lights within a boisterous tavern. Festivalgoers line every available table and bar stool, enjoying rowdy jokes, copious mugs of ale, and simmering plates of food.

The day had been spent in a blur of dancing and celebration. However, the only thing occupying Leon’s mind now is the pair of playful, simmering blue eyes following him. Leon takes Carla’s hand, fingers twining together, leading her away from the crowd.

There’s an energetic warmth the fourth prince emanates, framing a wide smile and sparkling eyes holding more love than words could ever express. The tavern lights catch in Carla’s hair, reflecting a kaleidoscope of rich copper and golden tones. Her hair cascades past her shoulders, strands flying with abandon except for a single wisp tucked behind her ear, held in place by a yellow flower. The flower recalls warm memories from earlier in the day.

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“A pretty necklace for a pretty lady!” An eager shopkeeper had made a pitch to Leon at the festival, showing off a series of glittering jewels at a table from an outside market stall. “Make her day more splendid by buying one of these.”

Carla laughed joyously, shaking her head. “The day is already splendid with him here.” Carla did not care how saccharine her words sounded—they were the truth, and that showed in the vividness of her smile. Her arm curled around Leon’s waist as she leaned against him.  “Besides, I’d rather wear flowers in my hair than diamonds around my neck.” 

“That can be arranged.” Leon grinned, bending down to pluck a yellow buttercup growing in the cracks of the cobblestone road. His fingers gently wove the flower in her hair, just behind her ear. The shopkeeper left to talk to another customer. Leon bent his face and whispered so only Carla could discern his words.

“Wear this for me tonight. And nothing else.” 

Carla’s cheeks turned bright pink. She murmured back teasingly. “If you’re THAT impatient, we can get things started—once the flower drops from my hair.”

The air simmered with adoration, laced with anticipation. Leon’s breath caressed her ear. “Until it drops. Not a moment longer.”   

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The buttercup clings tenaciously to Carla, as if it wants to prolong the wait. The tavern Carla and Leon are in doubles as an inn, with several bedrooms and a spacious suite for the more well-heeled clients. Leon leads her upstairs, winking at the barkeep. Carla has her suspicions of what’s to come as a trail of red rose petals lines the stairs towards the double doors of the suite. Those suspicions are confirmed when Leon picks her up bridal style and carries her over the threshold.

“A year since we met.” A soft grin tugs at Carla’s lips at Leon’s words. From the moment they met, Carla had been drawn him, and he to her. Carla was delicate in form, yet strong in will; her compassion and fearlessness enveloped his senses. Leon exuded a natural magnetism that shone brightly even in the darkest corners. Carla looked forward to the next year with Leon and the next. But now, she looks forward to tonight and what it will bring.

“I love you so much, it’s absurd. So, I thought we should celebrate. Proper like.” A loving purr rings in Carla’s ear.

“Proper,” Carla snickers, wiggling out of Leon’s arms. “Your tongue is many things…proper is not the first that comes to mind.” Carla’s hands lift Leon’s black shirt, her fingers tracing his lower stomach.

“Eager already?” Leon teases, his fingers grazing the petals of the nearby buttercup. At that precise moment, Carla’s stomach rumbles. Leon laughs. “Let’s eat. We’ll have our little fun soon enough.”   

“Little fun? You’ll pay for that!” Carla huffs at the short joke, sauntering her hips as she walks towards the kitchen in the suite. An appreciative chuckle and subtle tweak to her backside her tells Carla that Leon riled her up intentionally…and she fell for it. Two muscular arms encircle her waist from behind. 

“Well worth the price.” Leon’s chin rests on top of her head. Carla leans back against his chest reveling in his presence. He marvels in how effortlessly they fit. Fun-sized Leon often called her. But a presence larger than life. She turns in his arms, smirking. “It’s not like we lack for choices. So, which is it—hot and hearty, or quick and efficient to satisfy?” The tone in her voice implies other meanings.

“Ha, either as long as it involves you.” Calloused hands trace the small of her back.

Carla’s eyes dart towards Leon’s waist and back at him. Her hands resume exploring the threads of his shirt, raw desire radiating from her. From their beginning, there was no hesitancy. His warmth drew her in, making her want to bask in all that was her Leon. Hers. Carla nips affectionately at the triangle of exposed skin just below his throat. “And something of substance, I hope.”

Leon’s amber eyes flash with heat. “Hmmm, I do have something pressing for you.”

“Oh?”

“Come closer and find out.” His eyes dilate as Carla leans further in, their bodies just pressing together. Leon’s smile grows as he tries to keep a cool demeanor. “Put your arms around me,” he intones huskily.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Carla wraps her arms around his upper back as she stands on tip toes.

“Hold yourself just like that...if you can.” The playful challenge is impossible to ignore. Her lips ghost his neck, her breath caressing Leon’s skin.  “No mischief little lion.” Carla chuckles as she twirls fingers in his dark hair.

“Good girl,” he praises.

“For now, love.” The more Carla tries to focus, the more Leon distracts her. His lips graze her forehead and down her cheek. He blows a gust of air onto the buttercup, shaking it mostly but not completely away from her hair. “You can say you want me you know Carla. I won’t bite…hard.” Goosebumps prickle her skin at the thought of Leon loving her without abandon. “You’re practically begging for it.”

“Says the man who uttered the word beg first.” Her lips are tantalizingly close to his.

A wave of lust and affection overtakes him. “I could kiss you now.”

“And just like that you admit defeat.”

An amused snort escapes Leon. A part of Leon wants to continue their banter, but he wants to immerse himself far more in everything Carla brings. He leans in to kiss her, pressing Carla against the kitchen counter. The flower is freed from its confines, falling to the floor. 

“Hmmm…” A rush of fiery warmth envelop the pair. Leon’s mouth pours everything into these kisses, licking into her mouth, open and eager. Carla mewls against Leon’s lips, eliciting a low guttural moan of his own, telling her she was not the only one swept away. Carla hooks his hip with one of her legs to pull him even closer. Her skirt floats up her legs, exposing more of Carla’s glorious skin. Leon’s hand slides up her thighs under her skirt and travels further upward, grasping her ass, pressing heavily against her skin. His eyes widen at the lack of fabric underneath his fingertips.

Baritone laughter reverberates in the air. “Forget what I said about you being a good girl!” Leon teeth graze the shell of Carla’s ear.

“You aren’t the only one who can surprise their lover,” murmurs Carla. “Took you long enough to find out.”  

“Let me show you my appreciation then.” His tongue teases, slowly sweeping across her lower lip, mirroring his fingers as they circle intently around her wet, unclothed entrance. 

“Leon…please…”

Carla’s soft voice, muffled against his lips, briefly stops his movements. Her head nestles against the crook of Leon’s shoulder, her breath shaky. Is this too much? His fingers trace backwards along her inner thighs, away from her core. His kisses become lighter, scattered across her hair, still carrying the same warmth Carla craves. “Carla,” he murmurs.

“Sweetheart…” She laughs breathlessly against his skin, feeling cherished yet bursting with need. “That was a plea to continue. Just in a way I can return your affections better.” Her eyes move to the bunched-up position against the counter.

How is she so cute and sexy at once? A mini battle of Leon the gentleman versus Leon the lover plays out before Carla’s eyes. Spying a plush beige couch in the suite, Leon half runs, half drags Carla there. Intuitively sensing her lover’s thoughts, Carla pushes him in a seated position on the couch. He reaches out and pulls her in his arms and onto his lap, kissing her hungrily, hands roaming her curves.

Carla’s hands travel greedily down his shirt, quickly undoing his buttons. “Hmmm…” Her fingers skim Leon’s exposed muscles. “I do appreciate a man of substance.” Carla flashes Leon a naughty smile as lips join fingers, skating across his pecs with sweet, ravenous intent. Leon’s black shirt slides off his arms and is quickly discarded.

A gasp of surprise is heard as Carla’s blouse and bra fly off with Leon’s skilled hands. “Impatient man!” Carla lets out a delicious giggle, her hands looping around his neck. Her body begins rolling against him.

“You’re one to talk lioness.” Leon’s predatory smile belies his chiding words. His hips thrust upward towards her heat, his taut pants providing some but not nearly enough friction. “Carrrrrrrrrla,” he pants.

“You keep saying my name like you can’t remember it,” Carla jokes, her breath hitching at his movements. “I promise I know what my name is.”

“Oh, I know.” Leon’s eyes darken. “But I’m aiming to make you scream mine.”

Carla stills at that proclamation, her teasing bravado vanishing under the intensity of his gaze. Leon pulls Carla’s body so that his face presses against her chest, hands traversing under her billowing skirt to grip her hips and butt.

“Eyes on me love.” He looks up at her, his eyes the color of liquid amber, reflecting the lust boiling through him. His lips press invitingly on her soft mounds, licking stiffening peaks with hunger and precision.

Carla throws her head back and closes her eyes. “Oh GOD,” she cries, not bothering to lower her voice.

“Leon.” The mischief in Leon’s voice, though muffled underneath bouncing flesh, is readily apparent. “That’s my name. Say MY name when I give you pleasure like this.” His lips wrap around a pert nipple.

“What,” Carla mumbles, her thoughts scattering at his flickering tongue. Those thoughts reassemble at the cocky smirk she feels rising on Leon’s lips against her chest. Carla’s mouth opens and shuts without a sound before she laughs loudly. “You REALLY need a modesty lesson!”

“Just telling you what I’m going for, that’s all.” Leon shrugs his shoulders lazily. “I’ll wait. Show you what patience looks like.” Leon grins, leaning slightly back against the couch, a wet nipple popping out of his mouth.

Her half-lidded eyes widen at the threat. “Don’t. You. DARE.” Carla gasps, her breasts rubbing against Leon’s face. Her fingers grasp the back of his head, threading through his hair. “Don’t stop…please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…Leon…”

Carla’s voice, soft and pleading, leaves Leon beyond pleased. His grin widens against her chest, his fingers caressing the back of her thighs.

“Well, since you asked so nicely lioness.” I NEED you. Need you to be as crazy for me as I am for you. His grip becomes lighter, palms traversing up and down the back of her upper thighs and rear, wet kisses raining down her chest. Carla sinks into his touch, melting like molten golden onto him, crowning their love. She shakes with anticipation and then pleasure as two fingers swirl within her. For several minutes, her body rocks against his fingers until it becomes too much. Her hands quiver as she unbuckles Leon pants.   

Leon knows he’ll be quicker at this activity than her. He plucks Carla off his lap, setting her on the side of the couch. Shoes are hastily removed and his remaining clothes shucked off in one quick, effortless movement. As he picks Carla up and puts her back in his lap, he notices she’s taken her skirt off, rendering her fully bare before him.  

“Yes,” Leon growls.  

They crave. They want. They come together, their shared body heat comforting yet electrifying. Their names fly from one another’s mouths in unrepressed delight.

“Carla,” Leon rasps, his heat thrusting into hers, her encompassing warmth and pressure capturing him completely. He pants, pushing down the waves of pleasure cascading through his veins to prolong the moment. Carla shudders, overwhelmed, eyes glazed over as she bounces up and down Leon’s lap. The fire in Leon eyes tells Carla he feels the same. Their lips crash onto one another as she bucks against him, clinging to his shoulders and curling her toes tightly, her rhythm matching the heat rapidly pounding into her. They grip one another, crying out as they release, their world going dark in a scorching blaze.

Leon sinks against the couch in the aftermath, arms still tightly wound around Carla’s waist. Carla collapses against him with a groan.    

“Leon…”  The room is filled with heavy panting and intermingling breath. She presses her forehead to his, still craving a connection to him. Sounds of the festival and tavern below are faint and distant.

“God, I love you.” Carla laughs tiredly, blushing, placing a feather-like kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart leaps at her words—unvarnished, direct, vulnerable, like Carla herself.  

“And I love you.” Leon gives a soft, lop-sided grin. “You really are too much.”

“Happy anniversary Leon. The first of many I hope.” The tender note in her voice tells Leon how much she truly means it.

“The first of many, I KNOW.”

“You hungry?”

Laughter echoes in the suite. Carla tumbles on the couch, Leon’s arms enfolding her as he lays overtop her. Smoldering flames of desire reignite from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as his lips press against her neck eagerly. 

“For you, Carla? Always.”

[eventinelysplayground]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

This is the complete list of all the fics I've done for Kintober 2024. The prompt list I followed was provided by @natimiles, @candied-boys and @valkyyriia. They said using an unused prompt on a different day was allowed so I did do that a few times in the challenge. All of these fics are NSFW so minors do not interact. If there are fic specific trigger/content warnings I will place a detailed description in the individual fics info and a ⚠️ on this list. I hope you all enjoy the fics and have a great Kinktober! Horny Rainbow divider by @cafekitsune

Day 1: Bondage: Tied up, Shakespeare ⚠️

Day 2: Role Reversal: Attempting Villainy, Victor

Day 3: Face Sitting: A Pleasing Apology, Keith/Alter Keith

Day 4: Biting/Marking: A Visual Demonstration, Mitsuhide

Day 5: Cock Drunk: Trading Spaces, Chevalier

Day 6: Punishment: Wake the Blacksmith, Clavis ⚠️

Day 7: Blood Play: A Short Symphony of Blood, Mozart ⚠️

Day 8: Temperature Play: Cold, Roger

Day 9: Impact Play: Silence, Sariel ⚠️

Day 10: Cockwarming: A Hundred and Fifty Pages, Leonardo

Day 11: Mirror Sex: Reflected Beauty, Elbert

Day 12: Food Play: Dessert, Yves

Day 13: Rough Sex: Licht

Day 14: Overstimulation: Jin

Day 15: Predator/Prey: Hunting Party, Nokto ⚠️

Day 16: First Time: First Time, Tristan & Violet (ikepri OCs)

Day 17: Breeding: Follow the Rules, Matias (Matthias)

Day 18: Praise Kink: Praise Me, Mitsunari

Day 19: Blindfold: Unseen, Vlad

Day 20: Body Worship: Worship of the Flesh, Kennyo

Day 21: Begging: It Never Happened, Ieyasu

Day 22: Hate/Angry Sex: One Thing, Jude ⚠️

Day 23: Somnophilia: Keep Sleeping, Hideyoshi ⚠️

Day 24: Against the Wall: Lost in Eternity, Comte

Day 25: Multiple Orgasms: Shingen

Day 26: Outdoors/Public: In a Garden of Roses, Silvio

Day 27: Lingerie: Jean

Day 28: Wax Play: Faust

Day 29: Shower/Bath: A Relaxing Bath, Alfons

Day 30: Jealous Sex: The Green Eyed Monster, Theo

Day 31: Free Day: A Simple Night, Azel

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

@2af-afterdark

Saw you wanted some of the poly husbands and MC- so I tought why the fuck not- 🙃

Bur just a forewarning this is my first NSFT thing that isn't a Crack ship lol- so sorry if it's gonna be crap-

Info shiz: cubby MC, They/Them/you/your Pronouns, AFAB, being stolen from Chalaver because I finished his route(dramatic), fingering, nipple play, threesome, cunt + ass, Clavis is a teasing brat, Oral (m reciveing)

Gilbert was in a meeting, a boring meeting about the peace treaty between the kingdoms. So, his attention waverd as he made sure to atleast have the chance to get resources from the kingdoms for his people of this must be done. For now of course.

But, well, a little rabbit caught his eye. They were a little chubby, cute and sweet, and such an... innocent look in her eye. This must be the Bell Clavis talked about in their letters. He quickly saw the appeal in the Rabbit.

After the meeting he retired to the room that he was allowed to use. Unsurprisingly, his leopard was waiting for him.

"Well hello there, what a surprise seeing you here"

Gilbert smirked and kissed Clavis passionately at the greeting

"Why hello to you too cunning pet~" Gilbert teased in return, just makeing Clavis melt.

"Well, what did you think of our local rabbit?" Clavis asked curiously while Gilbert remade marks on Clavis' weak spots, claiming the man again.

"They are quite cute... and innocent... you want to ruin that with me?"

Clavis smirked "that sounds like alot of fun~" he kissed Gilbert, giveing him the few marks that he could as they schemed.

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You were doing your work for Chalaver as the palace librarian. You were ever so grateful for the position, but he seemed to want something you couldn't give him.

After you finish going trough the library, Clavis walked in, his signature smirk rested on his lips.

"What do you want Prince Clavis?" You asked, already on gaurd

"You wound me, why I'm just here to watch over you and be sure your safe since your dog decided to go and play with another dog"

"What do you mean by that?-"

Suddenly, a man dressed in all black, wearing an eyepatch walked in and started to wonder the library

"Well, Kings got a collection"

He didn't seem truely interested in the books, something about him put you on edge

"Why hello Gilbert, has the prince of Obsidian gotten lost? I'm sure the little rabbit and I could esxort you back to your room"

The prince of Obsidian... memories of the recent battles flood into your mind, what nearly happend rushed back to you, everything bad. He was the root of it.

Clavis couldn't help but giggle and booped your nose.

Gilbert looked towards Clavis "why yes, I think that would be nice, two lovely roses by my side" he smiled and... everything was a little better for some reason. The eye of the storm so to speak

Before you knew it the three of you were in the room Gilbert was staying in.

Gilbert took off some of his excess clothes, sighing softly "what a boring day... the only goof part was seeing you both"

There seemed to be a few... hickeys? Resting on bold spots, easy to see like this

"Well of course my dear"

Clavis smiled as he was also now just in his loose shirt and pants. Many, many more hickeys laied on his body, just hidden out of sight in what he normally wears.

You couldn't help but be quite flusterd by being in this position, by two hansome men, two princes none the less.

Clavis took your hand and kissed it sweetly.

"May we have a taste, because you look quite delicious~"

He softly teased, whispering into your ear.

"B-but-"

"Ah- I see, let me do what I can to apologize for whatever some of my men have done and give you one thing to command me to do and I'll do it. No questions asked"

Clavis was shocked, and clearly a little nervious. You haven't really seen that sort of care from him towards any of his brothers...

It then clicked.

"You both are lovers"

Gilbert chuckled "why yes, we are. We were hoping for the chance to share you due to how entertaining you have been towards him." He walked closer to you, lifting your chin to meet his crimson eye "I'm starting to get the appeal of such a cute little bunny~"

You blushed, but couldn't look away at such a commanding and... lustful gaze. Your faces drew close and ended into a passionate kiss.

Arms wrap around your waist as kisses teased your neck, checking for your reaction, marking the Lilac haired man's favorite reaction spots.

Gilbert hummed and moved to mark his own favorite spots and kiss Clavis aswell, makeing sure he wouldn't feel abandoned for their new toy.

Two pairs of hands rid you of your clothes, then of theirs aswell. They both circled you, like predators circling their sweet little prey. Memorizing your naked form top to bottom.

Clavis took the first move, grabbing your belly and your brest, groping and tugging at them. Teasing your body to see the reactions you give.

Gilbert observed before stepping in and starting to tease your pussy with his fingers.

"Damn~ already wet for us?~ that's cute~" he couldn't help but smirk as he pushed a finger into you.

You clung to Clavis who hummed softly "awee~ you like that?~" he smirked, nipping at your skin

Gilbert whispers in your other ear as he fingerd you "want some revenge on him?~"

You nodded a bit, Clavis was being such a tease. You needed something to get back at him.

Gilbert smiled and led one of your hands to Clavis' nipple, gentley leading you to play with it. That earned a weak little moan from the man.

"Have some fun with that as I prep you for us~" Gilbert smirked and added another finger into you as a reward.

You started to play with Calvis' nipple more, happy to hear the moans. You used your mouth on the other nipple causing Clavis to put a hand in your hair.

"A-ahh~ what a good mouth you have~ ma-"

"No. They are not giveibg you oral."

Clavis whined as he grinned into you, causing Gilbert to stop and forceing Clavis on his knees.

"Open. No teeth this time." Gilbert growld demandingly.

Clavis rolled his eyes and started to suck Gilbert off, before Gilbert took his head and started to face fuck him aggressively.

You stared in awe, touching yourself at the scene, unsure of who you wanted to be in that moment.

Gilbert looked over to you and smirked, calling you over and useing three fingers to finger you again. You cling to Gilbert in pleasure and soon both of your first orgasams came. Gilbert fingers you until you were finished before pulling his hand away and pulling out of Clavis

"If you swallowed. You can taste their cum too."

Clavis nodded and swallowed before Gilbert let his clean his hand of your cum.

"Bunny, it's now your turn to make Clavis cum, since he liked your mouth so much that's what he can have"

You nodded as Clavis stood back up and smirked at you "I promise I won't make you too exaughsted for the next part~"

All you could do was blush and get onto your knees, doing as you were told and started to pleasure Clavis. Clavis smiled down at you and played with your hair, letting out moans and being sure that your mouth didn't leave his cock.

"Fuckkk~~ such a good mouth bunny~" he moaned, not takeing too long to cum down your throat.

Gilbert smirked and sat Clavis down, then put Clavis' cock into your ass, before slamming into your pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the feeling of being stuffed with two cocks. They started agonizingly, teasingly slow.

"F-faster- please-" you begged

Gilbert smirked and nodded going faster, Clavis managed to keep pace so that one cock was allways in you. Just the rush of pleasure made your body ready to cum again.

"Awee, Bunny is going to cum~ not that I mind at all" Clavis teased

"Then do it. Cum on a Villains cock" Gilbert smirked, and you did so, clinging to him before they both also cummed into you.

"Don't think that means we are finished"

You don't remeber how long you were in that room that day. But by the time you woke up again, you were asleep in a carridge on Gilbert's lap, while he and Clavis were talking.

:huh...? Were are we going...?"

"We are going to Obsidian, your new home. Now rest Bunny, you had a bug night" Gilbert said as he gave your head a kiss before going back and talking to Clavis

[xxsycamore]

❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ❞

╰┈➤ 💜 Clavis seduces Emma in a bunny suit so she can finally pop his cherry.

Clavis Lelouch x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags:Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants • wordcount: 1,495 • masterlist

"Welcome home, Emma. I've been waiting for you."

The wave of shock that washes over Emma's being brings forth an unmistakable familiar and dangerous warmth that traverses from her cheeks straight down to her nethers. It doesn't leave her time to breathe, to think, yet the words still manage their way out.

"Clavis, what are you wearing?"

Hand still on the doorknob, Emma's eyes are cast down low, at the figure kneeling on the floor. Clavis' tall, slender form is clad in a tight suit, squeezing his flesh in all the right places. Clavis lowers his head as if desperate to rub himself all over her legs, showing the joy of a domesticated animal welcoming his owner home, and in the act, a pair of long faux ears brush past Emma's frame. From the position he's taking on the floor, she can see the star of the outfit - an obscene protrusion on his rear, white and fluffy. A bunny tail.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

Emma's blood runs hot, fingers curling inwards until she can feel her own nails dig into the inside of her palm. It emphasizes their positions on the spot. She has claws, and Clavis is soft, pliant, vulnerable, practically begging. She can do whatever she wishes with him.

His methods of seduction are an incitement to riot, as she barely needs stimulus to desire him. Yet Clavis puts on so much effort for her. He moves his body alluringly in a way he's never done for anyone; he gazes at her in a way he's never gazed at anyone. The littlest things about him are enough, all those things he doesn't even suspect are erotic, so how is she to endure the current situation?

"On the bed, Clavis."

The man on his knees smirks as he obediently bows, turning around to comply with her wish. Emma's eyes follow his rump. Of course they do. He gives her so much to look at.

She'll have to give that tail a little squeeze later.

Emma follows him to the bed and climbs up, signaling for Clavis to come closer. He sits on the place between her legs, leaning slightly backward as he props himself up with a hand, chest puffed out. Ready for her next move.

Emma reaches two greedy hands to grasp his waist, and she pulls him in closer, letting his scent engulf her completely. Has he always had such a perfect waist? It's not tiny enough for her hands to properly enwrap it, but rather just enough to desperately try to tighten her hands enough to fit more.

"Kiss me, Clavis. You know how to do this much, right?"

Way better than a virgin does, she refrains from adding, for the sake of her own composure. They've made out before, but never took the next step. The amount of heated kisses they'd shared had been enough to see Clavis become bold and risqué in his need for more, often kissing her breathless. The bulge in his pants has always been alluring but it's never been quite the time or the place. Partly because Clavis has a penchant for being at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

His lips are now planted against her own, and he already begins with his game. No time for lovey-dovey kisses, even if they're to his liking as well. His tongue slips between Emma's parted lips, making his way in, provoking her. It turns her rasped breaths into moans, and she doesn't mind it even this early on. If she's being vocal, he'll start being vocal too. For the time being, she lets him lead the kiss. It's almost like he shows what he wants to be done to him in return, she thinks. Although he's a gentleman through and through. His demonstration simply can't be as true to his desires.

He withdraws, and keeps his mouth open, tongue poking out. Emma doesn't wait for the thin thread of saliva between them to break; as long as he took a breath he should be fine for continuing where they left. It's like they never stopped the kiss that way.

She takes it easy on him when she takes the lead, dragging her tongue on his plump lower lip as if asking for entrance. It humiliates him a little, as if they're still not past this stage, as if he needs that - but strangely it's only lust he feels as a response. He answers properly to the gesture, obediently parting his lips to be penetrated, and Emma slips her tongue in.

"Nngn…"

Emma takes notes of all the little things that push Clavis' buttons; like curving her tongue to caress the underside of his tongue, or withdrawing to scare him with a too-early end of the kiss. She wants to learn more and more about how he wants to be kissed, touched, loved.

"Haah… haha.. You can get more handy than that, Emma."

He needn't say more. Emma's hands move from where they've held Clavis' waist, leaving unmistakable warmth behind as their imprints, and they travel up his back. Emma traverses it with hands alone from one side to the other, measuring him up, taking note of the hard places of him just like the soft ones, following the curves of his shoulders, the dips of the junction between them and his neck. It's an endearing gesture, until she cards her fingers through the short purple hair on the back of his head, upwards, taking both of his sleek black bunny ears in her grasp.

He doesn't feel the tug in the way an actual appendix would, of course, but his groan is sincere, and the action successfully makes him tilt his head back to reveal his slender neck.

Emma leaches on it, her glistening lips wetting his neck as she sinks her teeth into the column of his neck. He's so weak to neck kisses, she can practically feel him get hard where they're pressed body to body.

Leaving only one hand on his head, she lets the other one get playful and travel back down. The moment she's past the leather of his belt, Clavis' body rocks forward, and his rear lifts off the bed. He's on his knees now, between Emma's parted legs, arms snaking around her shoulders for support as she keeps kissing and nibbling at his neck.

With his behind now in full reach, Emma gets bolder, squeezing and groping his rump, the back of his thighs, and finally his fluffy white tail. It makes a little wicked smile bloom on her face. She lacks all of those adorable assets, yet Clavis sees her as his little bunny. She understands now, both the endearment and the lust behind it. Though it's a little scary that they've both become like that - with carnivores and prey it's quite linear. They devour until they're sated. With rabbits, well, Emma knows what people say about rabbits.

Clavis moans now, open and vulgar, and each vocalization of his arousal makes his Adam's apple move where Emma can feel it under her lips. It makes her see hot-white behind her eyelids that fell closed amidst it all. She wants to be locked in that tango forever; to see how Clavis gets worse and worse, until they finally cross that line, to take and take from each other until there's nothing they haven't done to the other.

"Ahh-- Nghh!" Clavis' head trashes, and it makes Emma's sucking at his skin a little difficult as her lips begin to miss their target. She makes him stay in place again, nails biting on the fabric of his suit, pressing him closer to her. His moans become hopeless now, and she feels proud of herself, just a tad curious which part made him like this. Clavis riots in his flesh restraints again, though he can easily remove himself from her grasp with his strength alone. She lets him have his breath, letting go and catching a glimpse of his face that she began to miss.

He's a mess, cheeks flushed red, hair disheveled, and faux ears askew and flopping to the side. Although he pants heavily, he finds it in himself to smirk. It's a rather mischievous one; not the kind to signal achievement of his goal but rather that he's done something forbidden.

"Nnnh…You handled your bunny a little too rough and he creamed his pants."

Eyes widening, Emma feels a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as the words sink in. She's stunned, a little guilty, a little curious… but as her gaze shamelessly shifts to his trousers to see a little wet spot on the front of his still-tented crouch, she's sure she's never seen anything more erotic in her life. She wets her lips to speak up.

"Looks like my little bunny in heat will stay a virgin for a little longer."

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No Nut November-!!

𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝕀ℕ-!!

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢-- 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁🅂: Ellis Twilight from IkeVil, this was supposed to be multi character but I got carried away.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: nsfw, content minors dni or bald Jude is coming for you, oversimtulation, slight non consent vibes, slight mention of overworking, squirting, semi public sex, possibly extremely ooc.

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🄻🄴🄰🅂🅃 🄻🄸🄺🄴🄻🅈 🅃🄾 🅆🄸🄽: 1-2 weeks.

◡̈🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:

The thing about him is... He's a person who who enjoys pleasing you and keeping you happy. Making you feel joy, satisfaction and serenity as much as possible is what he most aims for.

So... It wouldn't necessarily be difficult for him. It would be you who would make the challenge difficult. Because the moment you start showing signs of being needy is when his resolve starts to crumble and he gets hit with the desire to please you. To stop seeing you frown and press your thighs together, trying to desperately to get enough friction. To stop hearing your cries of disappointment and dissatisfaction from behind your door cause your fingers just aren't thick or long enough to reach those oh so sensitive spots deep within you, something only he can reach. He just wants to break down this door, hold you and glue himself in between your thighs.

In another scenario where he's thinking about just how happy you would be, just how bright you'd smile after a full month of being deprived of pleasure. Where he's considering the big reward on the long run, he'd still lose.

Because since you guys are all doing this challenge together, Jude would try to drown himself in work as a distraction to make himself stop thinking about his cute little lover. Which would lead to him taking a lot more of the load than normal, in turn lessening the load for Ellis. Allowing him more free time.

And what does this goofy little goober do with his free time? Well he spends it with you. And he's not that much of a patient fellow.

Which would eventually lead to you being propped up against the wall in your balcony, legs hung over his shoulders, his face smushed into your little pussy, his nose pressed up against your clit, creating stimulations that tether on the edge of pleasurable and painful, him creating scandalous wet sounds, slurping up all your joices like a starved man, sucking on your puffy folds, your toes curling, the coil in your lower stomach tightening impossibly, eyes rolling back, as you beg him to slow down and yet keep grinding your cunny against his drenched face.

All care for public decency has lapsed through him. As you whimper, mention that what if someone sees- He chuckles, causing vibrations across your little flower, sending chills that run up your spine and shoves you over the edge, a clear liquid spilling all over. Him pulling away to open his mouth and catch all of it, pulling apart your puffy lips and rubbing your little nub to draw out the high as long as possible. He looks so pleased. So happy to finally have relieved you of the pain he was foolish enough to put you through for one and a half weeks!

"One... " he brings his face closer to your cunny, licking up the access juices dripping from it, the stream now weaker than before. "One ... Muh-ore! " he gasps, his voice coming out muffled as he encloses his mouth around your nub and sucks it into his mouth. And you're too dumb right now to even respond, all that come out are incoherent words and high pitched noises.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜...

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞... :)

[ethereal-blossom]

I want you

Pairing: Alfons x Elbert

Warnings: possessive Elbie, anal p, marking, relationship open to interpretation.

MDNI

"Al, I want you."

Four syllables from the blond nobleman was all it needed for Alfons to put his teacup down. With a knowing smile, he glanced down. "Oh my, I wonder for what?" He stood up and gazed up to look at the youngest crown member. "Pardon me, Ellis, but I'm afraid our tea party needs to come to an end earlier than expected."

"It's no problem at all. If you need any help, let me know and I'll be happy to give you a hand." The smile of the fluffy-haired man was innocent, unlike the event that was about to come.

Right when Alfons wanted to thank Ellis for the kind offer, Elbert came in between. "Alfons."

Sea blue eyes stared him down with such intensity, had Alfons not been someone familiar with Elbert, it would have been impossible to break the eye contact.

"Haha, what an impatience. Oh, well, it can't be helped. I'll see you for dinner, Ellis."

That's the story of how Alfons found himself on all fours on Elbert's bed. A slim, pale hand held his chin, forcing him to look in the mirror that reflected a scandalous image of a nobleman pounding into a hedonist. Alfons recognized the mirror as one that's been collecting dust in the corner for quite some time now. He had wanted to sell it, but it seemed his dear Elbert had found a good use for it.

"Interrupting my lovely tea party with Ellis, dragging me to your bedroom, practically ripping the clothes of my body.... My, my, you seem desperately greedy today, Elbie."

The blond bend over, his lips brushing the shell of Alfons' ear before he mutters: "You belong to me. Only me. Not to anyone else. Me. " As if to emphasis the words leaking with possessiveness, Elbert's hips started to speed up feverishly.

Alfons bit his lip, trying to still the moans that desperately wanted to roll off his tongue. "You di... ngh.... didn't happen to hear a-ah... about my trip to my friends last- NGH." The pleasure of Elbert hitting his prostate had Alfons lose sense of any awareness for a second, so much so that it didn't take a cursed one with superhearing to hear. It didn't help that Elbert kept aiming for that spot, almost obsessively so, as if he was driven by an instinct to drown in the noises.

"I did. Why?" Why were you there? With them?

Elbert's tone was as cold as the frozen lake but oh, his voice.... It was breathy, filled with desire and the exhaustion of a fragile body trying to desperately mark its possession. It made a shiver ran down Alfons' spine straight to his dick. There was a time that jealousy, that sign of transparent attachment, would have made him want to run for the hills. But now, with the man who was rutting against him much like a beast in heat, bend over him with his raspy breathing blessing his ears-

Alfons' hand moved towards Elbert's hip, supporting it in its movements, maybe even encouraging it. "Ngh, I only gave them illusions. I, aah, hold no interest in anyone that isn't you, Elbie."

And like that, the sea appeared to calm down after the storm. The heated pace became gentle, slower. But still, there was something. Alfons could tell by the way those magnetic sea blue eyes looked at him through the mirror.

"Al, who is the most beautiful? Between your friends and me?"

Ah. "It's you, my lord. There is no one in the world more beautiful than you."

One of the filthiest, whiniest moans Alfons had ever heard rolled from Elbert's lips. The pace picked up speed again, this time with no intention of slowing down.

"Ngh, I'm the most beautiful when I'm inside of you, Al. Or, when you're inside of me?" The thought alone had Elbert's hips stuttering. Meanwhile, Alfons felt some of the strength in his body slipping away. The arm he had been using to carry himself gave up, having his moans now be muffled by the bedsheets. Elbert repositioned himself, making it able to press his back against the man that belonged to him. "You're the most beautiful when I'm inside of you. You are mine. All mine. Mine."

It became too much for Alfons as Elbert started to mark his neck with love bites. He tried to bring one hand to his cock, but a stern "no" and the pinning of both his hands against the mattress by a certain blond was enough to be the finishing touch. Alfons lifted his face, looking his Elbie deep in his desperate, greedy eyes and came all over the nobleman's bedsheets.

"Look at... Hah... how I fit you perfectly," Elbert rasped. "Look at how you were made for me, ngh."

With one deep, last thrust the nobleman came inside him. It was impossible to take in the beautiful man who looked like he was in Heaven despite all of his sins and not believe you're looking at a painting by God; the golden locks that stuck to his sweaty white-as-snow skin, his lips seperated in bliss, and the constant twitching of his hips showing how much he was coming inside his treasured beloved.

"Al..."

"Yes, dear Elbie? Did you fulfill your needs?"

"No.. I want more."

"Haha, of course you do. Why don't you let me do all the work this time, hm?"

Elbert had never pulled out this fast so he could let himself lay down on his back, spreading his legs without a word. A greedy fever in his eyes that Alfons was ready to cool.

"My, you're so obedient I don't even have to speak," Alfons grinned amused. "So, where to start?"

And with that, Alfons' hands started to reach for Elbert's thighs.

[2af-afterdark]

Push or Pushed

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Ikemen Prince Relationships: Rio Ortiz/MC Characters: Rio Ortiz, MC Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), mild body worship, Nicknames: Mistress Summary: Rio takes time to worship his beloved mistress. Word Count: 357

Soft moonlight poured through the gossamer curtains, bathing only one small corner of the room in enough ambient light to see the devoutly mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Eyes that bore straight through you as his mouth trailed kisses from your lips, down the soft skin of your neck, nibbled at the length of your collarbone, before his mouth found its way to your chest.

"Mistress," Rio muttered, his hot breath tickling your skin. "You're beautiful."

"Rio…" you said as your face grew hot staring into his brilliant blue eyes. "Don't say that."

"But I can't hide how I feel. Everything about you is perfect. Like here," he ran the flat of his tongue over your peddling nipple, smirking against your breast as he pulled a soft moan from your throat, "you react so sweetly."

His lips latched around the sensitive bud, gently sucking until it was hard in his mouth and he could lovingly nip at it.

He pulled away, a thin string of saliva  connecting him to your breast before it snapped. As his eyes continued to stare straight into yours, his cool fingers brushed over your hips with adoration. 

"And I can't get enough of holding you." 

His lips ghosted over your stomach, slowly crawling down your body until he was happily settled between your legs. 

"And this part tastes divine," he said as he peppered kisses over your glistening folds. 

You felt the muscles in your stomach clench and he laughed, sending vibrations straight to your core.

“I can tell how happy you are when your tummy tenses up like that.”

You covered your eyes with your hands so you didn’t have to see the mischief twinkling in his eyes any longer. “You don’t have to point out everything.”

“I do,” he insisted. “I have to let my mistress know everything I love about them. Everything from your soft lips to your beautiful breasts to this delicious place.” 

“Now,” he flicked his tongue, digging into your pussy to taste you even deeper, “I would like to keep admiring you until you know how much I love every part of you; inside and out.”

[sasuke-naruto]

Naruto and Sasuke daily life

[sasukeuchiha-24]

🐍💜✨️

[randonauticrap]

Excuse me, if anyone asks, my body now belongs to Aqua. For obvious reasons.

Tempting the Beast - Chevalier Michel x MC - Ikemen Prince (NSFW)

Author's Note: I'll be using dialogue prompts from @xxsycamore list that can be found HERE.

Prompts: “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?” and “I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.”

“Prince Chevalier!” I gasped loudly, hoping my tone wouldn’t betray me. “So sorry for the intrusion, I was not expecting to find you out here tonight.”

Even with his back to me, Chevalier’s imposing figure was unmistakable. His elegant cloak billowing behind him in the gentle evening breeze, he barely turned before addressing me. “You’re fooling no one,” he stated simply. As a faint flush colored my cheeks, I was momentarily pleased for once that he was not looking towards me.

“Was my brother that horrible an escort to send you running out here?” he asked as he turned around, amusement alight in his eyes.

“Clavis?” I scoffed. “No, he’s a wonderful date. I’ll have to thank whoever suggested I bring him this evening.” Sarcasm dripped from every word I spat out.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, a smug smile spreading on his lips.

I bit my lip, swallowing my desire to wipe that smile away. “And what had you escaping out here?”

“No reason. Just wanted some quiet…” His gaze landed on me. “But I’m not getting that now, am I?” I quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t see the flush filling my face one again.

“You didn’t think anyone would follow you out here?”

He shook his head. “No one would dare.” He grinned at me proudly, his bright blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “They’re all afraid of the Brutal Beast.”

“Everyone that is, but you.” His voice is low and sultry as he approached me. His finger traced a line from my jaw down the column of my neck. I closed my eyes, sighing, enthralled by his simple touch. I didn’t hide my reaction; why bother, when he could read me like a book anyway?

Looking up at him, I tilted my head and exposed my neck. “Only a simpleton like you wouldn’t be afraid.” He huffed out a soft laugh and took another step closer to me. I couldn’t help but notice his gaze had fallen upon my exposed neck. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?”

I turned around, resting my hands on the ornate stone balustrade, and overlooked the vast expanse of lush greenery. “No,” I called out. Cocking my head slightly, I was able to see Chevalier from the corner of my eye, still standing where I left him. “It’s a terrible idea. Lousy idea.” My eyebrows were raised in a quiet challenge, betraying my words.

The stars twinkled in the clear night sky over the enchanted garden, the once quiet breeze now charged with electricity. An otherwise serene setting, save for the beast quietly stalking me. I closed my eyes just for a moment; a slight thrill flowed through me, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he pounced.

His steps were so silent, it wasn’t until I felt his warm breath on my neck that I knew he had me.

“I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.” A veiled threat, he teased. We both knew I wouldn’t reconsider.

Caged in his arms and pinned to the cold, stone balustrade, I barely brushed my body against his. Just enough to send him a message.

I felt the smile on his lips as his teeth grazed the delicate skin on my neck. Leaning my head back, I melted into his body as he marked me as his.

“Are you so foolish you think you have tamed me?”

“Of course not,” I replied, lacing my fingers in his, guiding his arms around my waist.

I yelped as he pressed his body tight against mine, pushing me against the cold stone of the balustrade. With his mouth still pressed against my throat, one hand began to hike up the skirt of my dress. My body slackened, succumbing to all desires, and gave up all control to the beast behind me.

“Scream as loud as you like, no one will hear you,” his husky voice purred in my ear as he slid a finger inside me. “In fact, I encourage it.” Moans of pleasure escaped my lips as his fingers twisted and twirled, his teasing unrelentless.

Embraced by my lover, my body was at his mercy. Rapture rippled through me as Chevalier's body joined mine, the beast finally claiming his prey. Every touch from his hands, from his mouth, from his hips, stoked the fire blazing in my belly. Until all that was left was the embers of euphoria and my name on his lips and his on mine. 

"You truly are a beast." My voice was breathless, my body boneless. 

"Ah, you're finally learning," he laughed, his smile taunting me. Turning me around to face him, he brought his hand to my hair, and began to unpin it.

I tried to swat him away. "I'll have you know I spent a long time fixing my hair like that. Only for you to mess it up now?"

"And give my brother the pleasure, the satisfaction, of claiming these marks as his? I can't allow that." His fingers gently grazed those marks as he finished fixing my hair so the marks were suitably covered. "Run along now," he whispered, caressing my shoulders. "I'll be in the library later, should you...need me."

He brushed a soft kiss on my forehead before turning,  leaving me flustered, alone under the stars and the moon. With one arm wrapped around my waist, I smiled as my other reached for my neck, my fingers tracing my mark, his mark.