#lola x narcisse

[drrav3nb]

ANNA POPPLEWELL as Lola Fleming CRAIG PARKER as Stéphane Narcisse

When I shared my fondness for this particular situation, my plan was to seduce you, that was before I came to care for you as I do.

[dailyreigngifs]

LOLA FLEMING and STÉPHANE NARCISSE REIGN — 2x21: “The Siege” (2015)

[twinklestarss]

“You’ve never been in love.”-Lady Lola

“That is a rare jewel I’ve yet to see.”-Lord Narcisse

Reign (2013-2017)

[lonelydaydreams]

Prompts

Heyy, so i haven’t written anything in a very very long time, but lately i’ve been getting into it again. So you can always send me a prompt and i’ll try to write it as soon as possible. 

These are the ships/pairings that i write for:

OUAT

Robin and Regina 

Suits

Harvey Specter x Reader 

but ‘’normal’’ ships are okay too

Reign

Mary and Francis

Lola and Narcisse

Full(er) House

Jesse and Becky

Timeless

Lucy Preston and Garcia Flynn

Manifest

Michaela and Jared

Merlin

Arthur and Morgana (no incest)

But basically any character from these shows x reader is good too:) 

[mrs-jamesbbarnes]

Listen I’m rewatching Reign because I didn’t finish it the first time and I can’t stop laughing about this scene…

The writers really said, “Do you guys want to make J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis roll over in their graves? Let’s give a bow to the two actors on set most likely to know how to use it.”

So they had Haldir, the Elf…

teach Susan Pevensie how to use a bow

And honestly I can’t fault them for making this happen

[hiatuswhore]

Viper IV

Reputation: The Princess of Conde, said to be a lover of games. Perhaps chess, a game requiring one to think many steps ahead and anticipate your enemies next move. For every missteps brings you closer and closer to defeat.

VIPER III: Versatility

YOU NEVER KNEW FRENCH COURT TO BE SO DULL. The privy council drolling on about issues they will never resolve. No plots or ploys, you settle on a ceasefire allowing the Queen Consort a period of reprieve. You busy yourself with strolls with Sebastian and feigning interest in many high Lord's pursuits of your hand. This does not stop the Queen Mother from focusing on your every movement. Nor are you a fool to the servant in your ranks who reports to her. All information they receive perfectly curated to your liking.

Sitting at your vanity, you huff like a child on the verge of a tantrum. Whispers containing scandals so minuscule you are certain the histories will write you as the first to truly die from boredom.

“Dahlia, any news on the parchment I sent to my brother?” You ask. The shake of your handmaiden’s head garnering another huff. “He wants me to come home, but I have far too much to do here.”

“Princess, you must stop fussing so I can finish your hair,” Dahlia’s silvery voice and gentle touch gaining an apologetic smile. The light tapping of your chamber door stills your handmaiden, your head turning toward the door. Dahlia crosses the room. Opening it, she bows respectfully before lowering her gaze and stepping aside.

“My King,” You rise to your feet, a grin on your lips as you curtsy. Francis chuckles, shaking his head as you ask what you can do for him.

“My wife seems to believe you have a vendetta against her. I am no fool of the deep care you hold for your brother. This afternoon you will invite her on your evening stroll, just the two of you,” Your head tilts to the side, a wide smile taking your features, hiding the thorns beneath rosy-colored petals.

“While I admit I was not very fond, I thought to have clarified my intentions with your wife. Very well, we will have a lovely evening at once,” Clasping your hands in front of you, stepping forward, you peck his cheek. His nose grazes your cheek as he turns to meet your gaze.

“We are not children anymore. You know this is not appropriate,” His words leave him in a breathy whisper. You wet your lips, offering a warm smile.

“I meant nothing untoward, Francis. You are dear to me. I would never have you jeopardize your honor,” Only run it off a cliff, the heat of his skin warming your own at the proximity. His head tilts forward so slightly you nearly miss it as he stiffens. You pull away first, brushing past him with a knowing smirk.

The long corridor from your chambers holds a sea of faces that matter little as you make your way to the kitchens. Fetching to chalices of wine, your smiles large as Mary and Catherine’s eyes land on you. They stand in the throne room, speaking quietly amongst themselves.

“Queen Mother. Her grace. My apologies for the intrusion. I hoped to steal the Queen for a stroll. I even brought us wine,” You say, holding out the chalice. Silence dances between the three of you. Both Catherine and Mary eye the cup in your hand warily, the smile on your lips wicked. She knows she cannot refuse. To do so slights the Princess of Conde--another slight against the De Bourbon family, her kin-in-law.

“Of course, Princess,” Mary swallows thickly, her voice wavering as her fingers brush your own against the cup. She glances at Catherine a final time before joining your side. You wear a kind smile, your airy aura filling the halls. You ramble to Mary just as you do with a dear friend, noting how the chalice in her hands has stayed there.

“What a lovely day. Isn’t it lovely?” Stepping outside, you turn to Mary, her strained smile and stiff posture fueling your amusement. Catherine stands with Francis on the second-floor terrace watching the two of you.

“Very lovely indeed,” Mary mutters, following your toothy smile up the terrace. She’s greeted with differing expressions. Francis wears one of encouragement as Catherine stands as though a guillotine awaits.

“Mary, you are not very good at this game. You went to Francis of your fears, rightful fears, but now here we are. Let me help you understand your particular situation. This is a game of reputation. I very publicly invited you to wine and a stroll. The part the people do not know is that it is at the King's behest. Now imagine if word spreads, you refused my efforts for peace after all you brought upon my brother? What a lecherous cunt,” You scoff, speaking barely above a whisper, shaking your head, a smile painting your lips. Mary’s eyes narrow, her shoulders falling at her side. Stepping into the trap before it was even set.

“I am the Queen. You are my subject in my court!” The ferocity of her tone unlike anything you ever expected of her. You would have commended her in another life, but now your smile falls as you stumble back. Mary’s frown distinct as your eyes well with tears. You shift your gaze down sharply, cowering like a frightened child—the antithesis of your nature.

“My apologies, your grace. Will you excuse me?” You curtsy, wiping the faux tear from your cheek. Mary’s eyes bounce around the open grass field. Ladies and Lords alike lounge around different fixtures watching the exchange. Realization cuts through like a blade to skin, your sorrow not reaching your eyes. Oh, how this game suits you.

“Princess,” Mary breathes out, watching as you fiddle with your fingers. The comely and giving Princess standing before the aggressor, the cruel Queen.

“My apologies, your grace. I know our histories are—” You cry out, the approaching mop of blonde hair arriving with impeccable timing.

“Mary, a word,” The clench of the King’s jaw clear despite the mask of calm he wears. You offer a respectful curtsy heading back toward the castle with your head low. Inside, Catherine greets you with a sneer; taking her hands, you smile.

“I detest you. You wretched girl,” Catherine squeezes your hands tights, to onlookers a warm exchange between family. The Queen Mothers' smile as warm and deceitful as your own.

“Oh, Catherine. To hate me is to hate yourself. I learned all I know from watching you,” You lean forward, kissing both her cheeks. The softening of her glare was not lost on you before excusing yourself. Like wildfire, the word spread of your exchange; invitations of tea and strolls pouring into your chamber like water to a glass.

By noon, you receive word of a private family supper. You naturally assume it to be the workings of Francis but still consider others. While Mary navigates your game as well as a blind man at sea, you await Catherine to guide her hand. You wear a courteous smile as the hundredth invite for tea arrives, your empty promises of soon arranging a meeting becoming almost instinctive.

“(Y/n)!” Your eyes widen at the squeal. Claude rushes down the corridor, her arms wide open. She nearly tackles you to the ground in a hug, squeezing so tight it may very well suffocate you.

“Thank god! This place is so terribly boring,” You exclaim, stepping off to the side. Claude smirks. “I was so upset to learn I had just missed by mere hours the day I arrived.”

“I hear my brother's wife made you cry, and I know for certain that is not the case. You must tell me your machinations at once,” Claude whispers, leaning in close. The two of you stop at the corner, appearing like giddy children.

“That would spoil the fun dear cousin!” You say, crossing your arms and mirroring her smirk.

“The Scottish Queen is doomed then, but that must wait. We have much to catch up on,” Claude hooks her arm in your own. She leads you down the hall, her animated rambling taking the whole of the conversation as you listen intently.

“You slept with Ser Harlin?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. The French Princess bit her bottom lip, grinning like a madwoman. She spares you not a single detail of her exploits with the pagan warrior, a burly man of few words.

“How have you not? I know, no Lord who looks like him. We must have our fun before our brothers decide to try and marry us off,” Claude says, shrugging your shoulders, your matter-of-fact tone dripped in certainty, “I believe my brother knows if he forces a husband upon me, that poor soul will not make it to our marital bed.”

“Well, if Francis makes me marry, can I count on your diligence in my indoctrination to widowhood?” Claude teases. Nodding your head, you stand straight up with a playfulness to your tone, “I swear this oath to you in perpetuity, my princess.”

“I see you two muck about once more,” Francis greets his sister with a warm hug, his eyes meeting yours with a long pause. Claude’s gaze bounces between the two of you, chuckling shamelessly.

“All these years and nothing changes. Well, you two clearly need a moment. Mother!” Claude calls out, skipping away before either of you can say a word. You bite the inside of your cheek, certain you will not lead this conversation.

“I wish to apologize on behalf of Mary,” Francis says, studying how you render your face expressionless.

“It’s clear the Queen does not seek forgiveness, but who I am to ask that of the Queen. I do not believe she likes me very much. I think I should soon leave,” You shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips. A huff leaves him, taking the bait as easily as you threw it.

“You will do no such thing. I want you here, so that is where you shall be.” Francis taking your hand in his own, the closeness intoxicating—inviting far too inappropriate for the open hall. You wet your lips, watching his eyes travel to them.

“Of course, my King.” The batting of your lashes and low hum of your voice garnering a deep sigh. Francis closes his eyes, rolling back his shoulders as he releases your hand. “Are you unwell, your grace?”

“You very well know what I am at this given second,” He tilts his head, giving you a knowing look. Leaning in closer, your pointed stare and lopsided grin doing the young King no favors.

“You are King, Francis. It is well within your right to reach for what you want. Who you want,” Placing your hand on his shoulder, you trail your pointer finger up the side of his neck and back down at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“I will not be my father,” Francis says, disappearing into his own mind before you. Your hand travels up to his cheek, pulling him back to the present, testing your limits with your thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“You could never. Far too honorable. Too good,” You draw your words out, the slow whisper and dark eyes evaporating those around you from view. The few who linger in the corridor pretend as though you both are not the center of attention. You lean up, pecking his cheek once more, resting your cheek against his, your breath tickling his ear. Your eyes on the dark mop of hair down the hall, “I am your first love. Mary shall be your last, it seems. Your grace.”

You step back, noting how he stares at you, the adoration clear as day. Curtsying, you brush past him. At the end of the hall, you stop shoulder-to-shoulder with the Scottish Queen. Her glassy staring forward as though someone has commanded it. You do not spare her glance on even turn to address her, your face now one of stone.

“Please, Princess. Ask anything of me, and it is yours.” Mary swallows thickly, her eyes on her husband's back as he continues down the hall. When he turns the corner, she turns to you, your gaze still forward.

“Your demise.”

MASTERLIST

[juanatrastamara]

𝟐𝟎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒚: 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔

Darcy and Elizabeth, Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Hugo Swann and Auggie Bidlow & Amalia True and Penance Adair (The Nevers, 2021)

Mary, Queen of Scots and Lola Flemming Narcisse (Reign, 2013)

[shinestarhwaa]

RUBY || CHOI SAN

Read part 2 here

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Rockstar!San x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3K

Tags/warnings: MDNI!, Rockstar!AU, Dirty language, alcohol use, drug use, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex, mouthfucking, fingering, namecalling (slut, whore), mild spitting situation, breeding kink, possessive Sanie, degrading, overstimulation

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland

ENJOY!

"Give it up for King Ruby!"

The crowd around you went wild as the four familiar men entered the stage; Drummer Song Mingi, Frontman Kim Hongjoong, Vocalists and guitarists Park Seonghwa and Choi San. Oh that Choi San.

He would be described as completely feral, deranged, wild, helpless. Known for agression, roughness and narcissism. But oh he was the hottest person in the universe.

The way he'd start the concert off with his clothes on and guitar in hand, and the way he ended it with his chest bare and his guitar in pieces.

He could snap your neck with his bare hands and you'd thank him. That's his level of hotness. The man was sex on legs, no one could deny it.

They wouldn't have to deny it anyway, King Ruby was well known for several sex scandals, parties and relationships here and there. You knew they were all about the Sex, drugs and Rock&Roll life, but God did you want to be a part of it.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as your hands gripped onto the barricade in front of you. Choi San positioned himself right in front of you, pounding on his chest and hyping up the crowd.

"GOOD EVENING, AMSTERDAM!"

You screamed again, wondering if you could keep this up all night. But you travelled all the way here to see them, they were worth it.

"HOW'S EVERYONE FEELING TONIGHT?!"

Choi San's raspy voice shouted into the microphone. Your legs went weak at the sight of him smirking, already covered in sweat because of the July heat and the bright hot lights shining onto his skin.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY FUCKIN' STARTEEEDD! YOU KNOW THE DRILL, THIS IS 'YOUNG LOLA', SING IT WITH ME!"

They always started off with one of their classics, getting everyone in the right mood. The arena was willed with fans from all over the world, anticipation rising as the members started to play their music.

The night went on as they played all their hits, drinking shots on stage, running around and eventually during your favourite song off all, Choi San's striptease.

You nearly died seeing his toned body, muscly arms and large chest covered in sweat, glistening in the yellow lights. You seriously wished that tonight you would be the girl they'd invite up on stage to lick his sweat off his chest, a wild and controversial tradition of theirs.

Their eyes were scanning the crowd, the tension in the air was nearly making you pass out as you jumped and screamed. Then you saw their eyes land on you, picking you out.

"You! Starry girl, come on here! Yes, you, with the starry thingies on your legs!"

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swore you could barely think. Everything happened in a rush. The handsome, tall bodyguard named Yunho, according to his tag, helped you up to the stage to meet the guys.

Wild electric guitar musics filled your ears as you stood in front of the Choi San. You couldn't help but smirk along with him as he stepped closer to you.

"What's your name, beautiful?" Choi asked, lifting your chin slightly with his fingers, inbetween him playing the guitar. "I'm Y/N," you breathed out.

"You're a lucky gal, give it up for Y/N!" Hongjoong yelled out, the immense crowd cheering for you, jealous but full of nerves and anticipation for what they knew was coming soon.

Hongjoong kicked off with the song 'Lick', your forever favourite. As Choi San eye-flirted with you, you couldn't help but join in with him, moving your hips and running your hand over his chest, feeling his sweat touch your skin.

The killing part was about to come up, the part where Hongjoong sung with all the passion he had in the world, sung the horniest lyrics in existance and that goddamn look in San's eyes, that was your cue to bring out your tongue.

You started off below his adams apple, peppering kisses down to his abs, where you started to lick a stripe back up to San's throat. You heard him groan by your ear, dampening your panties.

It wasn't long before you were back in the crowd, everyone around you cheering loudly as you tried to process what just had happened. You just licked Choi San's sweat.

-

The concert was amazing, and you nearly lost all the air in your lungs. It was so worth it. More than 50K people saw you lick Choi San's sweaty chest and you immediately tweeted you could die peacefully now, liking and watching all the fanvideos posted on the socials.

You had taken an Uber and then walked into the city centre, strolling there for hours while your head was on cloud 9. You nearly stumbled over your own feet kn your way to the hotel as you couldn't put your phone away. You couldn't stop watching all the videos people took of your moment tonight.

You walked down the red light district, noticing a handsome figure standing outside the coffee shop. You couldn't see his face completely, due to his large cap, but the way he was built reminded you of-

"Hey, starry girl, be careful, you'll trip if you don't stop watching videos while walking, you know?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, just like it had before when they called you out in the crowd. This was Choi San. You'd recognize his voice anywhere. You looked up as he lifted his cap a little, revealing his smug smirk.

The smell of the joint in his hand and his tongue poking into his cheek made you feel drawn to him more than ever. You got closer and licked your bottom lip.

"What's a rockstar like you doing here alone at 2am?" "Well, Y/N, I just got the most wonderful Amsterdam joints from that coffee shop over there and a few packs of weed for the guys for tomorrow, and I'm smoking this one in peace right now," he smirked.

"You're not really allowed to blow on the street here, but-" "I don't see any cops, babygirl. So tell me, why are you walking here alone at night?" "Just on my way to my hotel, actually, thinking about your sweat on me. Or your body."

San laughed and took another puff, offering you too. You agreed and not much later the two of you had started talking as you smoked the joint, walking through the streets as San decided to drop you off at your hotel.

Something deep inside you made you think he was going to offer helping you to your room too, but you did not want to get your hopes up too badly. Did you want to be one of the million girls they slept with? Yes. Actually. Yes.

''This is where I'm staying,'' you said, nudging your head to the right, pointing at the hotel. You looked at the stately hotel with the beautiful white facades. At the same time, Choi San took your hand in his as he walked you inside. You decided not to say a word, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You stepped into the classy-looking elevator, and San got in with you. ''You're coming up?'' you asked, smiling softly, trying to sound innocent. ''I'd rather go down,'' he smirked. Right when the doors of the elevator started to close, San attacked your mouth with his own.

Your lips brushed together, and when you felt a familiar spark in your body you deepened the kiss. It got rougher, messier, sloppier once San stuck his tongue inside your mouth. The rocker sucked on your tongue as he grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor and an elderly couple stepped into the elevator, greeting you before turning their backs to you. You closed your eyes, trying to gain your breath again. You could feel San's eyes glare at you and you noticed the smirk on his lips in the corner of your eye.

The elevator stopped again at the fourth and you took San's hand, exiting the elevator and walked to your hotelroom. ''You're coming in?'' you asked as you opened the door with the tiny silver key. ''Coming inside?'' he said smirking. Your eyes rolled at the dirty pun, but you pulled him in anyway.

In no time the two of you had gotten half-naked. Your underwear was the only barrier between you and him. You gasped at the sight of his body. It was so much better up close and it was so much better with his pants off too. The print of his dick in his underwear was really driving you insane.

''My eyes are up here, Y/N,'' he smirked. You smiled, ''You remember my name?'' ''Well, first of all I'm not dumb and second of all have you seen your tits? Your ass? Those slutty thigh starry things and those glitter boots? The leather skirt and top? I ain't forgetting you princess.''

''Fuck babe,'' he breathed out, ''Not even wearing any panties under that, babygirl? What a naughty slut.'' San's tongue lapped at your neck and you moaned, melting into his touch. You managed to lock the door before San pulled you to the bed, pushing you on it.

Unexpectedly, San got off you and walked to the mini fridge and pulled a bottle of champagne out of there. ''San, those bottles are like 15 euro's each, you can't d-''

San opened the bottle with a pop, smirking. ''Don't worry about the money, little one.'' He got closer and chugged the champagne from the bottle. He lifted up your chin with his fingers, pouring some champagne into your open mouth, as well as spitting in it. You swallowed and moaned as he attacked your neck again, leaving lovebites all over it.

The man ran his hands over your thighs and ripped the starry thights apart by the crotch, revealing your glistening wet pussy. ''Cannot wait to fucking rip this pussy apart,'' he grunted as he dove between your legs.

''God, yes,'' you moaned when he sucked lightly on your clit. San smirked and looked up at you. ''You like having a pretty face between your legs, don't ya?''

You moaned and nodded eagerly, gripping the sheets tightly when you felt his silky tongue slip between your folds. ''O-Oh that's so good, San!'' He slipped two fingers inside your cunt, pumping them quickly in and out of you.

You could feel the arousal gush out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Melodic moans and whines filled the room, sexual tension thickening the air. San didn't stop until you were shaking on his fingers, orgasm hitting you like a truck.

''Please, San, please, use me like your fucking life depends on it,'' you begged, taking off your bralette. San smirked and took his own underwear off, cock springing free against his stomach.

''Such a naughty little cum dump aren't you?'' he smirked, lifting you up and pushing you down on your knees. Instinctively you opened your mouth for him, inviting his hard dick. ''Are you my cum dump, Ruby?'' he smirked as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging your red lipstick.

''Y-Yes, I'll be your cum dump, please give it to me, use me,'' you whined out softly. San took his cock in his hand and slapped it on your tongue a few times. ''All my thoughts about you are so improper babygirl,'' he smirked as he pushed his cock down your throat. You nearly gagged when he started to fuck your mouth, but you closed your eyes and let him go on, letting him use you the way he wants to.

He took another sip from the champagne bottle as he thrusted his hips into your face. Even when you thought he couldn't reach further, he did, fucking into your throat as he held onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling it slightly as he moved your head on his length.

''Look at you being all fucking cockdrunk, huh? You like having your mouth full of cock? Such a whore. Want it in your pussy don't you?''

He took his cock from your mouth and slapped it against your cheek. ''Y-Yes, I love your cock, I want your cock so bad, again and again, please, take me!'' you begged as you licked and sucked on his balls needily.

San pulled you up and bended you over the little table, pushing into your cunt from behind. ''Fuck, baby you're so wet,'' he smirked as he pounded into you deeply. You cried out his name and gripped onto the edge of the table, trying to stay steady.

His balls slapped against your ass with every thrust of his hips. ''Want it harder, princess? Deeper?'' he asked. ''Y-Yes, all, give it all to me, give it all!''

''Such a greedy little pussy, hm?'' he smirked. San truly gave his all when it came to fucking, he thrusted with an intense force and held your hips tightly. ''I fucking own you now, babygirl, I fucking own this pussy. Gonna fuck you so well no cock will ever be better than mine, you'll only crave mine.''

Your pussy walls clenched around him and you felt your second orgasm approaching. ''You're gonna cum for me huh? Gonna cum for me?'' ''Yes! Yes I'm gonna- gonna-''

You came with a loud moan, shuddering and shaking on the table as San emptied his balls inside you too, coming with a long, animalistic growl. He stilled for a minute and then pulled out, laying you on the table. The polished wood was cold against your back, giving you goosebumps all over.

San poured the champagne over your tits and stomach, making you hiss at the icy cold liquid. The rocker sucked and licked on your nipples, savouring the taste of your skin combined with the alcohol. ''Fuck, I love your tits baby, they're so fucking great,'' he said as he peppered kisses over his stomach, licking up the champagne.

Your pussy clenched around nothing as San dragged his tongue over your body. ''P-Please, San!'' you begged as you propped your legs up on the edge of the table, showing off your messy pussy.

''Beg for it, princess,'' he growled as he sucked on your nipples. ''O-Oh God, San, please, fuck me, fuck me good, make me forget my name, please, I want you so, so bad!'' you cried out, eyes tearing up as he rubbed your clit. ''Are you gonna cry? Princess is gonna cry on my cock?''

He slipped his length back inside you and pounded into you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, sneaking his hand between your pelvises. Tears flowed from your eyes as the pleasure of his cock on your g-spot and his fingers playing with your clit became too much. You shivered and shuddered and you came again, mix of cum and arousal slipping out of you and dripping down your legs onto the table.

''Such a fucking whore, cumming from that? You're gonna get more baby, you better take it, huh, take it. Want me to breed your little pussy?''

''Oh, San, please, please breed me, fuck me full, fuck me full of your fucking cum, own me, own me! Please, give it all to me!'' you moaned loudly. ''F-Fuck yes baby, you got it, I own your pussy. I'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, breed you so fucking well!''

''P-Please don't stop! Don't stop!'' you cried, black tears rolling from your eyes as San kept thrusting into you. He picked you up and held you with his hands on his ass, fucking up into you against the wall. You tried to hold onto something, nails sliding over the wallpaper, leaving permanent scratches.

''You fucking love the stretch, huh don't you?'' San panted as he fucked you deeper. You could feel him twitch inside you, noticing he was close to coming again. ''P-Please keep filling me up, keep filling me up, own me, own me!''

San put you on the ground, legs wobbling as he pushed you onto the bed. You fell on the bed with your face in the sheets, staining them with your smudged makeup. You instinctively lifted up your ass and spread your legs to give him access. He pushed into you again and fucked you harder than ever. His cock felt so good inside you, you swore you'd lose your mind.

Your voice was strained from all the loud moans, whines and cries you couldn't help but let out as he plunged into you mercilessly. ''Gonna fill you up so fucking full baby, gonna make sure you're mine forever, my fucking pussy forever, no cock is ever gonna be better for your pussy,'' he grunted.

''Y-yes, I love your cock, please fill me, fill me!'''San thrusted and thrusted until he got sloppy, stilling as he filled you with his cum, making your body twitch again and unravel slowly. He slowed down, rocking into you slowly as he peppered kisses over your back. 'San thrusted and thrusted until he got sloppy, stilling as he filled you with his cum, making your body twitch again and unravel slowly. He slowed down, rocking into you slowly as he peppered kisses over your back as you cried and drooled.

''That's a good fucking girl...''

You couldn't remember anything else from the previous night. You're sure you fucked like four more times before San left the hotel room. This morning you woke up with an incredible headache, realizing how much alcohol you must've had last night.

You made your way into the bathroom, looking at the mess San had made of you. Your hair was a mess, makeup was everywhere and all his cum had dried up inside you. You grinned as you saw a message written in lipstick on the mirror.

''Thank you, my sweet Ruby, come to Paris and let's do this over again.''

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: So in the TV show Reign, two of my favourite characters and favourite couples is Stephene Narcisse and Lady Lola- they’re some good villain/heroine love ^^ So these drabbles are inspired by moments between them!

Inkubus x Fem!Tipsy!Reader- ‘Could sex with you be simple?... Not scary. Just two people. Or is there something… unbelievably dirty, or… odd, involved?’. He’s been after you for a while and you won’t deny you’re tempted- but you’re scared, and hesitant. One day you feel bold, though, and lay it all out on the table.

Jafar x Fem!Nobility! Reader- ‘A lover that towers above the rest’. Jasmine discovers a journal left behind by one of the maids about her various sexual encounters and you and her have a good giggle, reading it. You’re rather curious, though, about one entry in particular.

Offenderman x High!Fem!Reader- ‘He didn’t even offer me bath! And he always offers a bath!’. Offender is always forward with people and you are no exception, it seems that every time he sees you he hits on you. But this time, when you’re high and offering yourself to him… he sends you to bed untouched.

Warnings: References to/talk of smut but no actual smut, age difference (Though you are over 18 in every one of these. Youngest might be Jafar’s, you’re like 19-21), and drunkenness of reader in Inkubus’, use of marijuana in Offender’s.

Inkubus:

He’s on his knees, but what he’s offering is not marriage- which is why you won’t say yes. “I don’t suppose that I can change your mind, Y/N~ “

“Hm,” Giving a nervous chuckle, you shake your head slowly and give him a firm look about it; Hand on the door ready to close it on the man. “No, you couldn’t… “

“Shame.” Inkubus smirks, raising to his feet, back above you on the steps. You drum your fingers against the inside of the door, take a breath, and break your gaze away from him. “Maybe next time.”

“Goodnight, Inkubus.”

“Sweet dreams.”

~

Months later, this never-ending cat and mouse game is beginning to wear on you. Inkubus is handsome, and you believe he like you enough that he wouldn’t hurt you- you do. And even worse than that? You actually like him too. But… you still definitely have your reservations with him.

You’d be crazy not to, you think to yourself, taking a sip of your 3rd glass of wine- this one a lot fuller then the last. You’re feeling the buzz and the tingle but you’re thinking clearly. After swallowing down a gulp that’s a little too big of the heavy liquid, you set down the glass and head to the door.

Its 12 o’clock, after all! He’s always there at 12 o’clock. In two seconds he’s bound to knock, and- Yes, ha! There it is. 3 purposeful knock that are somehow perfect- how could a knock be perfect? You don’t know, but this man somehow pulls it off.

In your pyjamas and not even a bra, you throw the door open. His eyes light up as soon as he sees you, like they always do, and he opens his mouth to ask you how your day was like always too- but you stop him with a stern finger. “No, no! I have a question for you.”

“My dear, are you drunk?” He asks anyway, an amused and mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No,” The drunkenness is clear in your voice and you stumble a bit- he reaches out to help you but you irritably waive his hands away. No no, none of that. Not until he answers. “I just had a glass- a couple glasses, of wine… - That’s not the point though! I have something to ask you.”

Looking at you like you’re the silliest, cutest creature on the planet, Inkubus steps back and gives a nod. “As you wish, what’s your question?”

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you glare at him curiously… before blurting it out. “Could sex with you be simple?” His brows shoot up, but you’re not done; Taking a determined step towards him. “Not scary- just two people?... Or… or is there something incredibly dirty, or odd, about it…?” You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him in a way that he might describe as innocent, if it weren’t for the content of your words. It drives him wild but he manages to control himself- a feat he's become quite skilled at since making your acquaintance.

“… Depends on what you consider to be odd. My odd may be pretty different to yours.”

“Tentacles!” You exclaim, immediately, furrowing your brows. “That would be odd. Do you have tentacles?” You’re very direct after 3 glasses of wine, and lacking in a filter- you just hope that when the buzz wears off, you’ll find that you haven’t said anything that will embarrass you too terribly. Hopefully, this works out.

After flashing a fierce smirk for just a second, Inkubus shakes his head. “You do not have to worry about tentacles, my dear. I’m not a sea witch.”

“Hmm… “You squint, still unsure about him.

“Look,” This time when he reaches forward to touch you you do not stop him. He takes your arms gently in his hands and turns you around to guide you back inside- all the while, you refuse to take your eyes off of him; Assessing him and his legitimacy. “How about we get you to bed for now, and in the morning if you’re still interested- I’ll explain all the dirty details to you over breakfast. Hm?”

“Sounds like a strange time for it, but, okay. “

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Good, because you’re going to owe me for being so cute and making me restrain myself tonight… “

Jafar:

“This is so scandalous!” You whisper, glued to your friends side in her room, peering at the pages. The handwriting is messy, a servant you assume who’s somehow learnt to spell, but you two have put in the effort to understand it. And its page, after page, of smut! This maid has definitely had a lovely time in the palace- she’s practically slept with everyone! There are no names written down, but plenty of details separating each bed friend from the others.

You and Jasmine have managed to figure out from hints in the book who some of them are, like the priest with one eye and her visiting uncle covered in tattoos from head to toe, but most of them are total mysteries. That’s okay, you don’t particularly mind not knowing- after all, its going to be hard looking your priest in the eye now that you know what he’s done.

But one entry in particular has piqued your interest- and that’s the one you’re both trying to decipher now. It says that he’s ‘a lover that towers above the rest’- that he does this thing with his tongue of all things!! Something snake-like, and- What could he possibly do with only his tongue that worked so well? You desperately want to know!

“Hmmm, maybe it’s the Sultan.” You think out loud, not looking at Jasmine. “It does say he’s high up?”

“Oh, no, definitely not. I don’t even want to think about that!” Jasmine snaps, whacking your arm gently as you giggle. “There’s no way, anyway, my father hasn’t even looked at another woman since my mother died… “

“Alright, we’ll eliminate him from the options. What more does it say about him?”

“Well, it looks like he’s quite tall… and so is his sex… and… I can’t make this part out.” Jasmine squints at the page, nibbling on her bottom lip in concentration. Hm, you think.

“Let me look.” You ask, and she cedes the book to you, which you carry up closer to your face. This parts blurry and faint because whoever wrote it hadn’t waited for the ink to dry before closing the book… impossible! All you can make out from the sentence, the last one in the entry, is the word ‘has’, and two consecutive R’s later on. “Ugh,” Sighing, you let the book back down equally onto your right thigh and Jasmines left. You shrug. “I guess it’s a mystery!”

“I guess so,” Jasmine chuckles, shaking her head at the book. Then carefully closes it as you both get up from her cot.

“Oh well-” You shrug. “I have to go finish some letters to my mother and father anyway. Maybe we’ll figure it out later?”

“Hm, maybe. See you.”

“Bye!”

~

The letters didn’t take long to finish, it’s not like you have a whole lot to report! You haven’t found a suitor yet, even though you’ve been here for exactly that reason for 2 months now- a fact that your parents aren’t going to be pleased about. So there’s really no point in telling them about the events that you’ve attended with the Sultan and the Princess Jasmine, or the good time you’re having. They’re bound to just skip over all that, anyway.

When you reach the mail carrier, someone’s already there and you struggle not to groan about it.

Jafar. Of course. His Creepiness is always around. Ugh… rolling your eyes, you approach anyway- offering your mail alongside Jafar’s and offering a sweet smile to the mail carrier. You also hope you can get in and out without having to speak to the sultan’s royal adviser, but your luck isn’t that good.

“Oh, Y/N~ “His eyes positively light up when he sees you, with that familiar creepiness. “Where have you been hiding recently? I rarely see you, apart from at dinner… “Yes that’s because I do my very best to avoid you, you think, turning unenthusiastically to look at him as the mail carrier waddles away. No, don’t go- you plead inside your head. Take me with you!

“Well, I- “Excuse, excuse, excuse… “I’ve been quite preoccupied with um… searching for a suitor, and all… when I’m not I usually just retire to my room. Its exhausting!”

He nods, apparently solemnly. “Hmm, yes, I understand that. The dating pool for young noble girls is rather bleak, finding a husband for the Princess has proved a frustrating task as well… My sympathies.”

“Hm~ “You hum back politely, at that, hoping it sounds like a ‘thank you’, not a ‘thank you, now please please please let me leave’. Your neck hurts when you look up at this man. Too tall…

A moment passes, but not too long a moment that you find it to be a polite moment to excuse yourself, before Jafar presses on- stepping forward into your space with the staff of his ahead o him. “You know, my dear, I could assist you...”

What- “How??” You ask, but don’t back off- its not your style.

“Well, I’m not married myself… And I’m sure, if you just… sat with me, for a bit… we could come up with a compromise, together~… “

… Is this man using double innuendos with you??! Gasping, you set your hands on your hips and step into him- craning your neck back to go head-to-head as he smirks in amusement at your offended response, and steady eye contact. “Excuse me sir, but I’m sure we have nothing in common!”

“I wouldn’t be so certain, Miss L/N… I’d say that we- “

Suddenly, Iago, the creeps pet parrot who you hadn’t noticed was missing from his shoulder swoops over your heads, then turns and lands with loud, ear piercing squawk on Jafar’s shoulder. Feathers land on the ground from him moulting, and Jafar gives a deep eyeroll at the intrusion while you touch your pained ears at the terrible sound the bird made.

“Iago… we need to work on your timing, you feathered nuisance.” Jafar snaps.

Another loud squawk is his answer. “Oh, don’t antagonise the parrot! He’ll just make that awful sound aga- “You start to snap, yourself… but cut off with a realisation.

Slowly lowering your hands, you look up wide-eyed to Jafar again. He really is tall, isn’t he? And… he has a parrot… which has two R’s…

All of a sudden your feelings towards the heathen change, and you find yourself stepping back- wondering if there’s any way that you could possibly wrong while your heart beats erratically in your chest. No way! There’s absolutely no way, that Jafar, is the lover that towers above the rest!!

No! No, no, no no no-

Why do you suddenly find him so attractive? Oh no no? Absolutely not Y/N. No, that smirk disgusts you! He makes you nauseous! He-

“I’m going to leave, now.” You announce, before it gets worse and you realise how broad his shoulders really are or how sexy his beard is- no! Its too late! I have to get out of here-

You feel his gaze on you the whole time you rush down the hallway and out of sight. Oh, Jasmine is going to laugh her mean ass off at you!

Offenderman:

“Oh, Offender!” He hears your voice first, so he doesn’t realise the state you’re in, not until he turns around and sees you smile so brightly at him and he thinks- Alright who drugged her??

When you reach him you nearly tip over but catch his arms, using him to stay steady but seeming happy enough to touch him either way. A smirk spreads across his face, because you’re just too damn cute, and holds his arms out so it’s easier for you- but doesn’t go to touch you anymore than that. “Hey, there, sweetie-pie, what’s got you so happy? Can’t be me, can it?”

Holding a finger against your lips, you whisper loudly to him in response. “I think there was something in Clocky’s brownies.”

He nods. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“But I’m happy because of you, too!” You add brightly, innocently. “I’m always happy to see you!”

Now, that’s not exactly true- on many occasion you’ve been totally displeased at his presence- especially when he would act lewdly, asking you to get in the tub with him, or when he would be drunk. In fact he knew he annoyed you - whether that was because you just wanted to fuck him that badly or not, was yet to be seen, - , so this was an odd thing to hear from you. “Oh really?”

“Yes! Your visits are always interesting- you make Slender lose his marbles!, and that’s… really funny, haha,” After letting out a few airy giggles, you fix your grip on Offender’s forearms and sigh; Eyes gliding from the boots on his feet, up his chest, to a face of sharp teeth and s smirk. “Plus you’re… pretty nice to look at, honestly… woah… “

“Y/N- “

“Actually-… I think I would like to sleep with you.” You go on quite bluntly, stepping in closer to his body and making his smirk drop into an unhappy frown. This, he thinks as he watches you tilt your head to the side and look up at him, is going to be a huge bitch. “Ohh, don’t be sad! You wanted this, didn’t you- Oh!”

“Yeah,” He groans, twisting you around by the shoulders quickly and starting to march you back down the hallway and to the stairs. Where’s her damn room? “I do, sweetheart, but not like this… apparently.” When did he develop a conscience? Fuck…  

 As you take the stairs carefully, guided roughly by Offender, you cant help holding your arms out at your sides like plane wings, for balance. “What’s wrong with like this?~ “ Suddenly, you gasp, and Offender stops dead in his tracks- did you trip? Did he do something?? You turn your head, though, and give him a sad pouty look that he makes him semi-hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Do I not look good tonight??”

“… “For a few moments Offender just stares at you, wondering where to go from here. Can he tell you the truth? Will that just spur you on? Will it spur him on?? He’s only got so much self-control, damnit!

You bat those big eyes at him and he grits his teeth. “… You are literally the sexiest person I’ve ever seen right now. Now, you are going to bed- to sleep, and I am going to ice my balls. Let’s go.”

The two of you make it up the stairs quickly, where Offender catches sight of Jane- and quickly passe you off to her. “What?- “

“Take her. Take her now, she’s high as fuck and you needta take her away from me. Go.”

“Uhh, okay? But- “

“Don’t argue with me, lady! I have to get outta here.” Then Offender’s stomping down the stairs and slamming the front door behind him before teleporting off.

Jane is left looking utterly baffled at you, while you give a careless shrug about the whole thing. "I don't know~ " You sigh, before and give her round, worried looking eyes when you realise something about that interaction. “You know, he didn’t even offer me a bath!- and he always offers a bath!”

Highly suspicious, but occupied with you, Jane nods and pats your shoulder comfortingly. “Hm, yeah… Okay sweetie, lets go do a puzzle until this is outta your system.”

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite lost/lesser known ships [2/10] - Lola & Narcisse (Reign)

You do not need to seduce a man that already wants you.

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Reign love triangles from the first two seasons only (kind of in order but not really):

Francis x Mary x Sebastian (main S1 love triangle)

Olivia x Francis x Mary

Francis x Mary x Sebastian + Tomás who died after like two episodes

Mary x Francis x Lola

Kenna x The King x Diane (also the Queen?)

The King x The Queen x (whoever she cheated on him with to make Clarissa)

Mary x Sebastian x Kenna x The King (Mary x Sebastian is one sided at this point)

Leith x Greer x Con artist man x Lola

Leith x Greer x Pepper man

Conde x Mary x Francis (main S2 love triangle)

Sebastian x Kenna x conde’s brother

Lola x Narcisse x the Queen

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Lady Lola in every episode - s03e04 - the price - s03e05 - in a clearing

64 gifs had been added to the pack (361 total). Please check the rules. TW/display: intimacy & kissing.

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I just wanted them to be happy 💔

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REIGN 3.03 — 'Extreme Measures'

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Today I’m gonna talk about Lola & Stephane Narcisse. I was sooo into this couple (the end breaks my heart so much). I have a definitively a thing into “bad guy who turn into kind and loyal man beacuase of the love of a pure, kind, sweet but string woman”. They’re so real and (again) unperfect. They have a lot of problems buuut they are so in love and this horrible end proved it. I did love Catherine too but not with Stephane at all because : LOLA IS THE BEST <3

Do you think it’s a popular or unpopular opinion ? (I think it’s quite popular... but I may be wrong)

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ya know sometimes I hate narcisse like when he blackmailed Francis and that led to Mary’s rape but at the same time I freaking love him especially when he’s a badass motherfucker and destroys the people who try to fuck with France or his life or his wife!!!