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hanasnx · 7 months ago
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ohhh my god i haven’t seen anyone talk about riftan in so long??? i used to be so obsessed with him. i wanna sit on his face with his bigass hands locking my thighs around his head so bad
FACE SITTING — riftan calypse.
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 �� .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem + nervous reader | dom riftan | established relationship | sexual content | face sitting + riding | a little nose riding | use of good girl.
"Wait, wait just a second—" you protest, appealing to RIFTAN CALYPSE's sense of mercy with your touch on his hair, urging his neck to rear so you can raise yourself.
A simple and curt hum of, "Mm-mm," seats you right back down paired with his strong hands squeezing your thighs in a yank. He knows you're getting cold feet, and he won't let you retreat. His impatience has worn that sense of mercy thin, denying you a breather because he knows what it veils: your uncertainty. When you're with a man like Riftan, indecisiveness will not be tolerated. As soon as you feel the muscles in his arms untense, relaxed by your bare heat seated directly onto his lips, you try one more time. Your legs attempt to unfold.
"Riftan, I can't sit down." you whisper with distress, and those silvery eyes strike you with a single glance, flickering to your gaze high above him yet you still feel small.
"Why?" his deep voice rumbles through you, and you swallow your dry mouth. "Afraid you'll hurt me?" His tone is surprisingly condescending, as if daring a little thing like you to hurt a beast like him. You're incapable of such a thing, as he rudely points out, and you press your lips together to quiet your brewing protests. Harsher this time, his biceps swell as he forces you down, pinning you there with his overpowering strength. You gasp as his mouth opens, catching your folds with wet and eager warmth, lapping at your hole with a grateful fervor. His chin is rough against such sensitive tissue, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he eats you out.
It's difficult to focus. Between the pleasure fighting through your anxieties, you brace your hands on either side of his head, trying to ease the pressure on his neck from your weight in any small way you can. He noses your clit affectionately, swiping a kitten lick through your slit that runs a shiver up your spine from the change of pace.
"Where are you running off to?" he questions amusedly, and you can feel his smile stretch against you. "Keep trying to escape, my love, and I'll have to punish you." it's devoid of conviction, yet you believe him. However, you're sure his and your definitions of punishment are very different. A tremor surfaces in your thighs as you futilely battle his hold on you. "Are you really that scared of me? Don't you feel good?" he coos, the nuzzle on your bud sweetly fuzzying your brain. A long stripe from his tongue makes you whine, clutching the pillow under your hands. "Don't hide from me." Those thick callused fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and you wince, understanding his tone to be a demand, so you will yourself to relax. Uncomfortable, you push through it, straightening your back to sit solely on his face without a crutch.
"That's it. That's a good girl."
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heirloomgem · 3 months ago
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August One-shot voting poll
Hello everyone, its Heirloomgem here! I hope everyone is doing well.
As everyone knows, we did a voting poll for a monthly one-shot and the result was a landslide victory for YES!😁
Thank you so much for taking the time to vote! It means a lot to me.🥰
Anyways, since the final decision is a definitive YES.
The monthly one-shot voting poll will be with 3 different animes/mangas with each character. You can pick and choose whoever you want and whoever character wins, I'll release a one-shot fic of them.
You can also send me some suggestions/requests regarding the characters that are picked for the month only. However, I won't be able to do all the requests as I'm only picking some to write about.
With that said, I'll be only writing and posting a one-shot on the character who wins.😘
And so without further ado, we'll start now!
Here are the characters for August One-shot series to pick from:
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Once 1 week is up and the result is out, I will be posting a one shot series on the winner right after.
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snailsgoingdowntown · 1 year ago
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can you write a drabble fluff for Eliot Charon & Hebaron Nirtha (separate) x female reader about how she doesn't seem to realize how attractive she is. She doesn't know why men always seek for her hand in marriage. You can choose any of the characters above, it your decision to write what you feel is appropriate. Have a nice day
I just learned that a drabble is actually 100 words and this 600… oh well, I guess.
I couldn’t think of anything for Hebaron, so I’m sorry about that. I also hope you don’t mind the suggestive nature of this… I tried; I really did but this was the only thing that kept popping in my head. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!
Minors/blank blogs dni
Warnings: slight jealously, mentioned past harassment
Not-sfw warnings: suggestive
Blog contains dark content/dead dove, don’t eat.
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You were an extremely beautiful woman.
Lovely as roses, smile as bright and warm as the sun, eyes shining like jewels – so beautiful, so lovely. Eliot himself had fallen at first sight, but it was a puppy crush then. And well, four years later, and two weeks after returning from the campaign, he’s proud and grateful to call himself your fiancé.
But when he did return, something was amiss.
You were clingier than usual, more openly affectionate. One would think it would only be natural, considering he was away for three years, his life on the line and survival uncertain. It was added to the mix, yes, but it didn’t take him long to realize you were making a show of it; at first, he thought you were marking him in a way, telling every young woman that he was off the market. He was wrong, apparently.
For a week after his much-wanted return, you had told him in bed, naked form cuddled into his chest.
“Men kept proposing to me after you left.”
His fingers brushed against your shoulders, your hair tickling his chin. Eliot hums in response, grip on you becoming a bit tighter. He kisses the crown of your head, loving the way you nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, hands sprayed across his bare chest. He should have known as much.
You were a beautiful woman, extremely so.
It would only make sense that others would take the chance presented before them. Of course, they would never have dared to act in such a way. But with him gone, on a dangerous mission at that, uncertain if he would return alive or not…
Of course, they would target you. Why would they not? A pretty lady would mourn her fiancé’s death at any given moment. Waiting for his return, and even if he made it back alive, who’s to say that he didn’t find another lover on the trip? Or if he lost a limb or two? Became a different person, harsh and rash instead of the gentle giant?
They probably told you those things. Said how you can’t live without a husband, and what good is a woman if she is unwed? Unless you’re a high-ranking servant, or a servant in general, how could you make a proper living?
They told you things like that, didn’t they?
“I see. I assume they did not give up easily?”
“Mm, they kept harassing me to say yes. They were practically buzzing flies and annoying dogs… hounding me like that…” you throw a leg over his, skin as smooth as he remembered. And between your thighs was a mess – a claim, of sorts. Something you had begged for. Maybe it was the events that went on for three years that made you beg for it, reckless and yet, he was too.
He just missed you so much.
“Majority of the other women were left alone, even though it was their husbands and fiancés who left for The Campaign as well.”
The annoyance was starting to burn hotter in his chest. “Did they get physical?” Eliot holds you closer to him, tighter if possible. When you shake your head ‘no,’ his fingers slowly loosen their hold on you. He closes his eyes, kisses your forehead, threading his fingers through your hair. “That’s good,” he says, letting out a sigh.
“I just don’t understand why they were so… persistent. Every day, a new one would come, and every week I had to shoo them away. I just don’t understand why me, and why they leaped at the… ‘opporuinty’ once you left.”
Oh, if only you knew…
Instead of saying it – he plans to, tomorrow – Eliot raises, supporting himself on his arms, palms pressed against the bed. And when you look up at him with those eyes and kiss-swollen lips, who can blame him for starting another round?
Might as well make them hear who you crave and love.
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areislol · 2 years ago
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future works + others
here are some of the characters(fandoms??) i will be taking. they’ll most likely be open once im done with some requests and i feel like it’s the right time.
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the tainted half: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: open
muon
hoyeong
(more will be coming, but those are all im willing to do right now)
under the oak tree: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: not yet open.
ruth serbal
riftan calypse
elliot
hebaron nirta
gabel
leon
(more will be coming soon! ... if there are any more characters that is.)
resident evil: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: not yet open.
chris redfield
ehtan winters
leon s. kennedy
albert wesker
carlos oliveria
(more coming soon!)
the quarry: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: not yet open.
nick
dylan
travis hackett
emma
jacob
abigail
laura
max
ryan
kaitlyn
(all im willing to do right now.. not sure if there are any other characters, but when i do take these requests please do request me any character(that are not on here if you do not see anyone you’d want to be on here)!! did that even make sense.
secret alliance: character i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: not yet open.
yul
eun
hyun
avatar: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: closed.
neteyam(only fluff/angst)
jake sully
tsu’tey
neytiri
lo’ak(only fluff/angst)
ao’nung
tsireya
(you can request me any other characters that aren’t on the list, just cant think of any) harry potter: characters i’ll be doing | REQUESTS: closed.
harry p.
hermione g.
draco m.
ron w.
fred + george w.
bill p.
percy p.
charlie p.
tom r.
sirius b.
remus l.
neville l.
cedric d.
severus s.
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bunnibaby-love · 10 months ago
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𝘹𝘹 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹𝘹
♡ nsfw + size kink + dom charac + sub reader + doll petname + ooc on some charac
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He's just so big and muscular that he feels like he can break you with his one hand! You look like a doll beside him
He hates being ordered around but you look cute wheneve you asked him to get you something on top shelves. Chuckles to himself whenever your little legs can't keep up with his walks and would love to just carry you around
He's kinda concerned about your body, you look so fragile but you assure him you are alright and it's just your body type
That time you offer to relieve him, something inside him snap seeing you look under him, so small under him he can easily manhandles your pretty head and take him. Surely you won't break right?
He realized he has a massive size kink. Something about you being smaller compared to him makes him feel hot all over
He had you on your back and legs daggling on his shoulder while he put almost all of his weight under you. He easily covers your whole body with his. You look like a hopeless rabbit that about to break but he just can't help himself
He effortlessly flipped you on your stomach using his one arm and buried your face on the pillow with his hand
Smirked to himself when he saw you looking like a rag doll, lying helplessly after he basically treat you like a toy
Aftercare! would lay your whole body on top of him while massaging your body with the bruises he left you and kissing your face all over. He doesn't really feel bad about breaking you, he actually loves it! you look so cute and pretty little doll
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♡ Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Diluc, Dottore, Blade, Jingyuan, Ishakan, Riftan, Toji, Geto, Sukuna, Sylus
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remdragonknight · 7 months ago
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The Vulgar Deal
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, creampie, use of the term “good girl”
18+ - Minors Do Not Interact
This is pretty vanilla. If I’m being honest. I wrote this because Hebaron Nitra is not represented enough in fan fictions.
Word Count: 3k
Pairings: Hebaron Nitra x Fem!Reader
Summary: As the Governess of Maxi & Riftan’s child, it is your duty to assure the young boy is well educated. However, Hebaron has taught the young master some shrewd words. After reprimanding him, you and Hebaron strike up a deal.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Much like a force of nature, you marched down the main hall of the castle. Your brisk stride and furrowed brow announcing your frustration to everyone in full view. Down the long expanse of the hall, you saw him. Standing amongst a small group of fellow knights was Hebaron Nitra.
Without breaking your stride, you pointed at the crowd ahead and bellowed, “Sir Nitra, I must have a word with you. At. Once.” Putting an extra emphasis on the last two words.
His back was to you, his broad shoulders towering over the other men that surrounded him, and he turned slightly to peer at you. Then, he smiled and called out your first name as though you two had been long time friends. In reality, you had spoken to the man sparingly during the three months of your employment as the Governess at Castle Calypse. All of which were to reprimand him in some way.
He waved the men at his side off and turned his attention entirely to you. That impish smile still plastered on his face.
Your heeled, polished leather boots stopped mere inches away from his dirty and worn pair. Based on the slight sheen to his brow, he had most likely just finished sparing with some of the other knights. His cheeks flushed with a slight shade of pink.
With hands on your hips, a slight upward tilt of your chin, and puffing out of your chest, you stated, “I have a bone to pick with you, Sir Nitra.”
With his smile still present, he raised both his brows and said, “Oh, is that so? Please do enlighten me.” Then, with a much too obvious show of swagger, looped his thumbs into his belt.
Once again, your index finger came up. Pointed towards his face. Your eyes narrowed as the malice dripped from your every word, “You have been teaching the young master nasty and vulgar words. How dare you speak so…flippantly around him. He is a young and impressionable boy.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared daggers into Hebaron’s own, somehow joyful, gaze.
He stroked his beard with a thumb and index finger. Then, for a brief moment, gazed up at the ceiling, as though he were trying to recall a memory or event. He snapped his fingers in realization. “Haha, yes! I recall it now. It was just the other day. Her Grace had brought the young lad out for a walk about the grounds. I was training some of the new recruits at the time.” He grimaced at the thought and continued, “Damn idiots were useless. I do remember saying a few…colorful words at them.”
You gaped. The man acted as though this explanation was more than reasonable enough to justify his crass behavior in front of the Duchess and young master. Your hands tightened into fists at your sides. You lowered your head briefly, took a deep breath, and shot your gaze back up like a slingshot launching a rock at a giant. “How dare you speak in such a way in front of Her Grace and the young master!” Your voice much louder than you had intended it to be, “That is in no way the proper manner in which to speak in front of them.”
Your jaw was set tight as you gazed up at the man.
Yet his face still had that devilish expression on it. As if, there were some sort of inside joke you weren’t aware of.
Hebaron shrugged.
Your cheeks, which were already flushed, felt enflamed at the rage bubbling within. Your eyes widened and you drew in another sharp breath, but before you could speak Hebaron beat you to it.
“Look, it’s not a big deal.” He put his hands up, in a gesture familiar to a gamekeeper trying to keep back a wild animal. He continued, “Her Grace has heard far worse than that on expeditions and the lad will hear more than just me using…vulgar words.”
Your mouth dropped at this. Her grace was such a sweet and refined woman that you could not fathom her being on an expedition surrounded by burly and crass men saying lewd things to her. Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pursed. Once again, you let out a sharp breath. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you found yourself at a loss for words.
So, you settled to staring intensely, your eyes filled with a simmering hatred.
Hebaron smiled broadly, “It’s understandable that you’re unaware of how things are around here. You’re still new, but I can assure you that the lad will continue to hear words like-”
“Stop!” You said curtly, throwing a hand up in an attempt to thwart him from continuing that statement. With an exhausted sigh, you stated, “I understand. However, I ask that you refrain from speaking that way in front of the young master.” You paused and steadied yourself for your next words, “Please.”
A lascivious smirk crept into his expression, “Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you’re angry?”
You sucked in a sharp breath. Your eyes widened. You were unsure what to do with your hands anymore. Or what to say in response.
Hebaron leaned down so that his lips brushed ever so slightly against your ear. His hot breath washing over you as he whispered, “I would love to see what sort of expression you would make with my dick filling you up.”
Another sharp inhale escaped your lips as you placed a hand on Hebaron's chest. It felt dense under his tunic, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. In a breathy whisper, “This is…hardly appropriate, Sir Nitra.”
Hebaron pulled away enough to meet your gaze. His green eyes bore into yours. You felt your knees threaten to give way.
“Perhaps, I pay a visit to your bedchambers this evening and see for myself what sort of…expressions that face can make.” Hebaron said.
Your brow furrowed into a tight knit. Then, you spun around on your heels and marched away back down the main hall.
Despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “That wasn’t a nooo.”
That evening, you sat in front of your vanity. Brush in hand. Yet you hadn’t bothered to tame your hair because your mind was still reeling over the things Hebaron had said. You couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the day. Now you were in your chemise, the one made of silk and lace, thinking about a man who was many years your senior.
You bite your lip.
He was still a handsome man. Despite his age, brutish nature, and vulgar tongue.
Good god, his tongue.
You imagined his dragging across your breasts. Your stomach. Your…
A firm knock at the door startled you from your lewd daydream. Your gaze shot to the door. Your heartbeat quickened as you stood up on shaky legs, tossing the brush aside. With careful strides you managed to push yourself towards the door.
You grabbed the handle. Your breath hitched in your throat. Deep breath in and out.
Then, you cracked the door open a few inches.
“Good evening.” Said the deep baritone of Hebaron’s voice.
In his hands you could see a bottle of wine and two glasses. He waved them at you.
You opened the door fully and stepped back to allow him in. He strolled over to the table and chairs that you normally used to eat at. Then, he sat down the bottle and glasses and turned to face you. His mouth dropped and he let out a strangled moan.
“Sit.” You said firmly.
Without hesitation, and without taking his eyes off you, he sat in one of the chairs.
You closed the door and locked it. The firm click sent a chill through you.
Turning to face Hebaron you were amused by his obvious staring. His mouth slightly open. He watched, rapt and in awe, as your hands went to the delicate buttons of your nightgown. One by one you began to undo them. As you worked your way down, the two sides fell apart, revealing a slice of flesh. Dipping from your neck to the valley between your breasts, to your navel. As you let the garment drop to the floor you heard Hebaron let out a shaky breath.
“I have a confession to make.” You said softly.
“Lord, let it be a long one.”
“I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. I do, however, detest your crass manner of speaking. It’s rude and undignified. The young master should be raised in a distinguished way so that he may become the best man he can. For Anatol’s sake. Do you agree?”
Hebaron nodded vigorously, “Of course.”
“So…I will allow you into my bed tonight. Under the circumstances that you no longer speak using such filthy words. Especially, in front of the young master.” You stepped free of your pooled chemise and slowly made your way over to Hebaron, “You will also make sure that no one else speaks that way in front of him.”
You stopped a few feet away, just outside his reach.
“Do we have an understanding?” You asked curtly.
Hebaron drew in a deep breath as his eyes searched your body, then his gaze met yours. He nodded, “We do, but I have one more condition to add.”
“Go on.”
“I will stop my…crass manner of speaking and refrain from cursing and using…vulgar words, but I am free to say all of them and more tonight. And every time you and I…are together, like this.”
You pursed your lips, “Who said this would be more than just one night?”
He smiled devilishly, his gaze devouring you, “By the end of this, you’ll be begging for my dick every night.”
“I doubt that, but we have deal.”
Despite your belief that he was out of reach, Hebaron leaned forward and pulled you towards him. You nearly fell into his arms. He steadied you by placing a strong hand on your waist. His thumb gently stroking your skin.
Heat sparked and crackled between you both.
He nuzzled his forehead against your collarbone and slowly began lining your skin with soft kisses. Working his way up your neck. Peppering more kisses along your jawline. Until his lips found yours. His kiss was soft at first, then grew rougher as his hands roamed your body.
The wet heat that was building between your legs, was threatening to destroy you. Your hands went to his shirt, and you started to unbutton it. He pulled away long enough to rip the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then, his lips crashed onto yours again. One hand found your breast and with his calloused fingers, he began twisting and toying with your nipple. His other hand grasped your ass.
A moan escaped your lips.
You could feel the smile on his lips as he continued to kiss you. But then, he pulled his lips away. His gaze firmly locked on yours as he stared at your lewd expression. His eyes were heavy with lust as he said, “Oh, that’s such a naughty look you have.”
Your breathing was heavy, but you furrowed your brow and frowned. Before a single word could be said, Hebaron moved his hand from your rear, brought it forward and slid it behind your legs. Your mouth gaped as one of his large fingers teased your slick entrance.
“Good. Your pussy’s nice and wet already.”
You wanted to say something but instead you braced your hands on his shoulders as he slowly dug a finger into your soaking wet core. A mix between a squeak and moan escaped your mouth. Your eyes felt heavier which each stroke of his finger.
“That’s a good girl.” Hebaron’s own voice sounded strained as he kept an even pace, “You’re making that lewd expression again. I wanna see what it looks like when I make you come all over my hand.”
He brought his mouth to one breast and his tongue worked circles around your already hard nipple. His teeth grazed and nibbled at it while his other hand worked your other harden peak. All the while, the finger that was deep inside you moved in a faster rhythm.
Your knees began to waver, threatening to buckle under the immense wave of warmth spreading out from your core. Hebaron removed his hand from your breast and wrapped it around your waist. In order to chase the high, you began to move your hips into his palm.
More moans escaped your lips, growing louder as your breath became heavier.
Hebaron pulled himself away from your breast and watched as you reached your peaked. Your nails dug into his flesh and your muscles tightened around his finger. Your eyes never broke away from his dark and lusting gaze.
He pulled his finger from you and the sheen of your orgasm dripped down his hand. He smiled, took the finger into his mouth and sucked every bit off.
You were too caught up in your high to even care about how crude it was.
Once he cleaned his finger, he stared at you with what could only be described as carnal desire. With a swiftness he gathered you up in his arms and carried you over to the bed.
At this moment, you felt so small his arms. He lowered you to the bed and stood before you like a godly statue. From this vantage point you were able to see every muscle as it flexed and moved. His skin was smooth and glistening. He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to pool on the floor. Revealing his cock.
Lightening coursed through your body as you took in his. You sat up on the edge of the bed and reached out for him. Your fingers curled around his rigid shaft. He was thick and hard, the circle formed by your thumb and middle finger didn’t quite meet. You dragged your hand from the root of his cock, sliding his supple skin over the iron column beneath. He thrusted into your hand.
Your mind grew fuzzy.
He jerked free of your grip and in a swift motion had himself positioned between your legs. You stared up at him, wanting. Needing. His hand glided up your throat and his thumb rested on your lips. Stroking them as he said, “You’re making such a filthy face right now.”
His thumb parted your lips, and you lightly sucked it. Nibbling it.
“Tell me what you want.” Hebaron asked breathlessly.
“I want you.”
He smiled as he pressed the length of his cock to your dripping pussy, rubbing it against your clit, inciting a moan from you.
“Tell me. What. You. Want.”
You bucked your hips, begging for him to push himself inside you.
Hebaron grabbed your hips and forced you to stop. You whimpered in protest.
“Tell me. I won't ask again.”
“I want your cock.” You said in a breathy whisper.
Hebaron bite his lip and started moving against you once more. His movements slow. You ached for him. Trying to move your hips, but his hands kept a firm grip. His shaft rubbed perfectly against your clit. You become wetter with each stroke. Soaking him.
“Please…” Your breath hitched as you cried out, “Please fuck me, Hebaron.”
He stopped.
You could feel him tense and twitch between your legs.
With a groan he growled out, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He lifted you by your hips and slid into you, filling you with one blissful inch after another. You gripped his forearms. Gasping for air. Once he was completely buried to the hilt, he began to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Do you feel that?” His thrusts gained pace. “That’s what you do to me. How hard you make me. I’ve been wanting this. Every time you glared at me, chastised me, given me that scowl, I have wanted to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”
He pulled your hips higher, forcing your back into an arch.
“Sometimes,” He panted, “even in the middle of the day, I have to lock myself away and stroke my own cock, spilling myself into a rag like a schoolboy. It’s still not enough. It’s never enough.”
There was a furious edge to his words and a brutish quality to his rhythm. As if he wanted you to be sorry for driving him mad with lust. No such thing would happen. His growled confessions were the best thing you’d ever heard.
All the while, he continued his forceful thrusts. It was animalistic and uncivilized, and you were wild with arousal. Your body quivered and tensed as the most devastating orgasm of your life washed over you like a tidal wave. You couldn’t hide your expression as you came in racking, tearful sobs.
He did not stop.
He bent down over you, pressing his forehead against yours. A thrill shot through you as he called out your name. A ragged groan signaled his climax. His seed spilling into you like a warm rain. His cock throbbing softly even in the stillness and quiet and labored breath.
After several moments, he kissed the top of your head. His arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you close. “I hope you’re not too scandalized.”
You smiled, “I’m scandalized the perfect amount, but I think my thighs are now jelly.”
He chuckled into your neck and collapsed by your side in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
“Well, that was a delicious first course.” Hebaron whispered into your shoulder before kissing it.
“First course? Out of how many?” You asked in a shrill squeak.
“Depends on how hungry I am.” He sat up on one elbow and gazed down at you, “And right now, I’m still starving.”
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ruthserbel · 1 year ago
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Hello all! Another drabble post - because I saw this post, and I couldn't help but think about writing this, so please enjoy! This one is SFW! However, if you want to read the NSFW version (which changes the actual written part, you can find that one here [x]! I placed most of this post under a read more so I'm not clogging up the tags with this~
〚 𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓅 〛
» we've already established (in this (sfw [x]/nsfw [x]) post) Ruth is super cuddly with you when you two are alone.
» sometimes he will pull you in so you're sitting in his lap while you reading, other times he will wrap his arms around you while sitting behind you (making it impossible for you to continue with what you were doing beforehand - although you don't fully mind this)
» although sometimes - not often though - he will lay his head in your lap while you're seated on the bed, reading a book, or something else
▸ you can't even be mad at him when he does this though - how could you be mad when he does this? ▸ he tends to do this when the two of you haven't seen each other for a bit because he's been busy with other things
» you set aside whatever you were doing before you run your fingers through his hair
▸ he has never said it, although you can tell - he loves it when you play with his hair ▸ he will close his eyes as you continue to brush your fingers through his hair
» after a while of that, you'll lean down to gently kiss his forehead, thinking that he's fallen asleep
▸ you realize that he wasn't asleep when he pulls you lower, kissing you instead
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pretext to this (because it matters for me so I could write this and have it make sense): you're sitting cross legged on the bed, leaning your back against a wall/headboard type thing (whatever you want it to be/call it - up to you as it's not specific), reading a book quietly in Ruth's tower
song: dream a little dream of me [this version] if you don't understand why after reading this, maybe i'm just crazy, but i feel as if this kinda fits?
word count: 865 (short and sweet c:)
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「 night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" 」
Flipping the page in your book that you were reading, you hear the door to opening.
"Hello," you say, lifting your head to greet Ruth - who looked very tired. You hadn't seen him all day, although that was becoming the normal right now. Riftan had been keeping him busy throughout the day. So the two of you were not able to see each other until the end of the day - if you hadn't fallen asleep already.
He gave a weak wave as he walked into the room, before dropping himself on the bed. You let out a small giggle has he laid his head down on your lap. It wasn't often that he would do this, but when he did you couldn't help but let out a laugh. You looked down at the silver haired man as he let out a sigh, ignoring your giggles at him.
"I know, I know," you whisper as you close your book, setting it down on the bed. Looking back to the man in front of you, you place your hand gently on his head. You interlaced your fingers within his hair, playing with his hair as you whispered. "I missed you too."
The two of you sat in silence for a while while you continue to run your fingers through his hair. He had closed his eyes as he relaxed, a slight smile growing on his face as you kept playing with his hair. He had never mentioned liking his hair being played with, although you could tell he did like it.
Anytime you had done this for him, he would fall asleep. Giving that, it led you to assume that after a few minutes of playing with his hair that he had fallen asleep. Gently, you push aside the hair that was laying on his forehead before you lifted your hand from his head.
"I love you," you whispered before leaning down to kiss his forehead. As your lips brushed against his forehead, you heard Ruth whispered back. His voice was barely audible, despite how close you were to him.
"I love you too," Ruth whispered, which caused you to jump a little.
You let out a soft giggle as you started to lean back, although you were stopped by Ruth's hand. He held your face a few inches from his face. His eyebrows raised as you looked at him, your face starting to blush.
"I... I thought you were asleep," you whisper, stammering over your words, causing you to blush more.
"I wasn't," Ruth replied in a whispered voice before he moved his hand from the back of your head, allowing you to sit up. Relieved, you sat back again, as he sat up himself. "Just because I wasn't means you're going to stop though?" He questioned, now sitting in front of you on the bed.
"Stop what?" you question.
Ruth let out a slight chuckle at your question before he leaned closer to you, placing his hand behind your head. "You're adorable," he whispered as he brought you forward into a gentle kiss. The kiss started out soft and delicate. You leaned more into the kiss, only parting to catch your breath.
Letting out a giggle, you break the kiss, leaning your head against Ruth's. "Ruth," you mutter breathlessly.
"Mmm," Ruth hums before kissing you again.
"You need sleep," you mumble against his lips after a moment before breaking the kiss again. You statement caused Ruth to let out a sigh. Ignoring his sigh, you rested your forehead against his again. "You know you do, so don't fight me on this," you whisper, trying to get him to listen to you. All of the features of his face were showing his exhaustion.
With a groan, Ruth agreed. "Fine," he said before he moved on the bed so he could lay down, resting his head on a pillow at the top of the bed.
"Thank you," you say with a small smile. Reaching out to grab the book, you moved to get out of the bed. Although you're stopped as you feel Ruth's hands reach around you. Before you could question what Ruth was doing, he pulled you back - pulling you against him.
Falling back on the bed, you let out a light giggle before you look up to him. You didn't need to question him - you knew what he wanted. He didn't want you to leave right now.
"You know," you whisper, before you squirm, trying to get Ruth to release you, which he did. As his arms released his grip on you, you reached to set the book down on the floor. "You could just ask me to stay," you say as you turn back, laying down on the bed beside Ruth, facing him.
"Please sta-" Ruth started, although he was cut off by you. You gently pressed your lips against his, kissing him for a moment. The kiss didn't linger for long, as you broke the kiss moving to cuddle your head against his chest.
"I won't leave," you whisper as you close your eyes. Although you weren't tired, you felt as if you could always fall asleep like this.
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gulnarsultan · 1 year ago
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Hi, can I request riftan calypse with Mistress reader
Riftan is not a man to betray his wife. However, the fact that his wife was not close to him caused Riftan to approach you. Riftan is stunned at first by your love and concern for him. After a while, he finds herself seeking the attention you gave his. He no longer shares a bed with his wife and spends all his free time with you. He has a protective attitude towards you. He is committed to ensuring that you have the perfect life. Sometimes he gets hurt on purpose and comes to you. It pleases Riftan to watch you worry about him and make a fuss.
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lexsssu · 2 years ago
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Small (Riftan Calypse)
Flufftober Day 20
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Riftan Calypse/Wife!Reader
TAGS: reader-insert, fluff, domestic fluff, introspection, implied smut
How can something so small bear so much weight in his heart?
Leaning his head against his hand as he lay on the king-sized bed, Riftan gazed down as you slept without a care in the world and used his firm chest as a makeshift pillow. You looked so small as you curled up against him, hair mussed up and skin shining with sweat after another rigorous night of lovemaking that had you passing out in a tired yet satisfied heap.
How long had he imagined this exact scenario in his head as he grew up being the poor son of a common peasant? Never in his wildest dreams would he even entertain the idea of one day being able to hold you in his arms like this. To be able to press kisses against your smooth, silky skin while his hands, roughened by long hours of manual labor, cradled your willing body.
No matter how much you used to tell him that you didn’t care about his station, it never sat right with him. Because how could he even dare to officially court you when his very lot in life would be a source of lifetime ridicule for the blue blood that ran through your veins? Riftan knows full well that you wouldn’t care for the words of gossipmongers, but how can he live with himself knowing that he will forever be a stain upon your reputation?
But that is all behind him now.
What matters is that you are now his wife and the mother to all his future children. You and your bright smiles, tinkling laughter, and your ever encompassing warmth.
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heirloomgem · 3 months ago
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Under the Oak Tree
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Riftan Calypse
Hebaron Nirta
Elliot Karon
Uslin Rikaido
Gabel Laksion
Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.
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snailsgoingdowntown · 1 year ago
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Elliot
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
✭- dark content/yandere
♡- fluff
♥︎- nsfw
❥- suggestive
♢- angst
✻- crack
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→Men seeking reader's hand in marriage♡❥
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herdecisions · 9 months ago
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Im so in love with this man
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bunnibaby-love · 6 months ago
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🍭Older Men x F!Reader🍭
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♡ female reader + no specific age + age gap + suggestive + fluff + lovelots
Older Men! that finds you really adorable and cute. Wearing dresses and skirts, aren't you such a doll?
Older Men! that specially loves it when he helps you put your socks and shoes. Especially the one he bought for you
Older Men! that likes to braid your hair and put cute clips
Older Men! that loves giving you treats and gifts. Candies for the adorable girl for being nice and behave
Older Men! that treats you so well! spoils you rotten with treats and gifts
Older Men! that would take and pick you up on your rendezvous to make sure you're safe
Older Men! that coddle you and never raised his voice at you. Would educate you gently in private tho
Older Men! that very soft spoken to you ♡ he never wanted to scare you and if he did, he's quick to apologize and comforts you
Older Men! that has to keep himself together. You're much younger than him! He's like your father/brother how can he think of you in such way?
Olden Men! that when he realize you have feelings for him aswell, can't help himself but indulge
Older Men! that tease you more than usual. Making flirty remarks that makes you flustered
Older Men! that is possessive and makes you feel bad when you are with other men. He can indulge you better and he's more fun to be around so why do you even wanna spend time with him?
Older Men! that prepared a date on the best restaurant to confess to you
Older Men! that kiss you soft and passionately when you accept him
Older Men! that kisses you deep and rough when you two are finally alone at his house
Older Men! that would shower you sweet kisses and praises as he worship your body
Older Men! that changes his sweet and caring personality to a rough and dominant men when he takes you on his bed
Older Men! that would give the best aftercare ♡ Massaging you, giving you drinks and snacks, cleaning and other stuffs!
Older Men! that always gives acts of service and loves you so much to take care of you
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♡ any of your favs ♡
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theplumsoldier · 2 months ago
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☄️☄️ as always, feedback is appreciated
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m-ayo-o · 1 year ago
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time swap
18+ smutty // Riftan is your modern day boyfriend ~ you go back in time together to experience life as his princess wc 590 selfshiptember; 25
who else can easily self insert with maxi...
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Being dragged back in time to an era filled with knights, dragons and wizards is just about mind boggling enough– let alone trying to remember all of the rules and etiquette that have suddenly been imposed upon you.
As a woman of the modern world, you’re used to doing whatever you want, whenever you want. You have freedoms and rights and can follow your own will and whimsy. It helps that you’re confident and have the ability to defend yourself in dangerous situations. But you’re used to being undeniably independent. And strong.
Now, after following your boyfriend back to his era, you’ve found yourself surrounded by maids, servants, assistants, cooks, butlers– endless people babying you.
They tend to your every need, from the moment you wake, getting you dressed in the ridiculous corsets and gowns, to eating, drinking, bathing, sleeping– you can barely breathe on your own.
And that’s just the castle personnel.
Now you’re here, you can see where Riftan’s ‘old fashioned’ tendencies stem from.
Here, his possessive nature is spiralling out of control. You understand that he’s your knight, your husband, sworn to protect and serve, but he doesn’t forgo any of the formalities. 
And he’s become ever so strict.
He chastises you for wanting to leave the castle by yourself like it’s some kind of crazy idea.
“No. That’s dangerous. And you can’t go out like that.” He eyes the simple frock you’re wearing as you look down over yourself.
He has the maids dress you then finally allows you to leave with your arm wrapped around his, escorting you through the busy streets.
He seems even more agitated during functions and parties that are filled with royals, noblemen and knights.
Even if you open your mouth to speak to the wrong person, he’s tugging you away and keeping you to himself. He won’t leave your side all night.
Those are some of the more suffocating behaviours that have come to light– but there are others that you could get used to.
When disembarking a carriage, for example, he will not allow you to step off by yourself. He opens the door, takes your hand and guides you down the steps. If the weather is bad he won’t even permit you to set foot on the damp, muddy ground. You will be carried.
But what really gets you is the way he greets you.
It’s the same in public, in private, wherever you are and whoever you’re with.
He lowers his head in a bow, muttering ‘my princess’ and brushing feather light kisses over your fingers.
And if he’s missed you it gets even better.
He kneels before you.
He presses his head into your tummy while you stroke his hair, nervously looking round at all the servants dashing away and sparing fleeting glances at the two of you.
“Riftan,” you tilt his chin up, “don’t you think this is– ah, too much?”
“No,” he grumbles and gives you a stern look, finally standing and taking your hand, pulling you up the stairs to your private wing.
He may be the perfect gentleman during the day, however, when he gets you behind your bedroom door that is soon to change.
His chivalrous behaviour falls away with your clothes, leaving you exposed but finally able to breathe. 
He covers your body in kisses, showing his true nature when he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.
He dips his head lower, all of his rules to keep you safe and protected being cast aside when he finally hears you moan.
selfshiptember 25!
likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3
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bloodredfeathers · 2 years ago
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HAND KINK GOING BRRRRR-
NO CUZ IMAGINE THIS WITH HIM-
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I'LL CRY OH MY DIAVOLO-
Oh, my dearest, lovely knight. It is simply rightful for me to worship your body, no? After all, these hands spend every waking moment protecting me. So big and strong, yet so careful with my delicate self. Fingers long and calloused rubbing in all the right places, another proof of how hard you work. The way that you squeeze the handle of your sword reminds me of how heavenly they feel around my throat.
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