#riftan x reader

[bunnibaby-love]

𝘹𝘹 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹𝘹

♡ nsfw + size kink + dom charac + sub reader + doll petname + ooc on some charac

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

♡ Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Diluc, Dottore, Blade, Jingyuan, Ishakan, Riftan, Toji, Geto, Sukuna

[m-ayo-o]

knight & royal

18+ Riftan Calypse is left a little worse for wear after receiving treatment from his princess wc 790 selfshiptember; 13

[au: Riftan ~ regular knight/regular as 6ft 5 perfection can get] was trying to write Megumi. this damn man just wouldn’t stay out of my head. prolly not super accurate just Riftan lovin

You realise the ‘soft spot’ you have for one of your royal knights is quickly spiralling into a full blown crush when he arrives back after a long expedition.

He’s all roughed up, and you just want to rush to his side.

You try to maintain your composure, but internally you’re screaming– one, because you’re overjoyed that he’s back within the safety of the castle walls. Two, because he looks awful, so cut up and bloody, like you’ve never seen him before.

You can’t resist the urge to seek him out, stepping into the medical unit where there are several nurses tending to the knight’s wounds.

Including his.

You’re already making a scene just in being here, but when you approach the nurse and politely ask if you can take over she’s reduced to a blubbering mess. You just quiet her down and instruct her to look after the other men.

So you continue where she left off, washing, bandaging and dressing his wounds silently, carefully, precisely.

The other knights and nurses have long gone as you finish up the last bandage.

He admires your work, exclaiming that you’ve done a much better job than the nurses usually do, commenting on your advanced healing technique you learned from the kingdom’s wizard. 

You agree that you’ll take over tending his wounds every time he returns from battle, once again expressing how glad you are that he’s back before taking your leave.

⋆⁺₊⋆

Despite all your due care and attention to his wounds, you fail to notice the state you leave your Knight in.

He all but hobbles to his barracks, stumbling into his private room like some drunken fool.

All his armour is long gone, now he’s quickly stripping away his loose, cotton attire to release his burning, hot body.

You healed him, but left him aching; in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, in his throbbing, hard cock.

He feels the all consuming desire to grab and squeeze himself till he’s cumming to the thought of you.

But he can’t.

You’re his devoted royal, his princess, the reason he fights.

And he’s your knight; loyal, dependable, honourable.

But there’s absolutely nothing honourable about what’s passing through his mind right now.

He’s finally naked, lying on his bed, feeling the ache from the base, right to the tip of his erection.

“ugh–” he brings a hand over his eyes as if he could make the images of you disappear, his chiselled, handsome face covered in such a pretty blush.

He’s so glad you can’t see him right now.

What a mess you’ve made of him.

And so he lies there. Uncomfortable. Undecided. Waiting.

He’s bathed, he’s shaved, he’s eaten, he even attempted to cut his own hair– after being away for so long these things get out of hand.

But nothing is working.

Nothing can distract him from the thought of you.

So he takes to his bed again, feeling rested and cared for in every way, save for one.

But now he’s ready for a deep slumber, his eyes drowsy, his mind fogging as sleep claims him.

Only to dream of you knocking on his door and entering his room, touching him like you were before, your beautiful hands all over his scarred, muscular figure.

His subconscious treats him well, taking those innocent images of you and making them indecent, your clothes vanishing to reveal those perky, sweet breasts he’s never seen, your lips finding his in a kiss that feels simultaneously familiar and unknown.

It’s feverish, a cruel taunt to the steely resolve of his conscious mind.

But you let him fuck you like he hopes you would; taking all of him, rough and hard.

His hands roam over your dreamy figure, squeezing and caressing where possible while he takes you.

He cums so hard it wakes him, feeling the sticky liquid over his abs and sheets.

He sighs and returns to sleep, your images leaving him till morning.

⋆⁺₊⋆

You’re still reeling from how cowardly you behaved last night, leaving his side, unable to tell him how you truly feel.

Upon returning to the comforts of your bedroom, every thought was invaded by him, your head spinning with images of his gorgeous, tanned body, his thankful smile… until you couldn’t take it, your fingers finding your soft little bud that you’ve touched too many times to the thought of him.

And you came undone with his beautiful features in your head; those narrow eyes, his jaw, that mess of raven hair.

Everything about him drove you to reach an orgasm so perfect it made you shudder and gasp his name.

How will you be able to look your sweet Knight in the eyes?

Will you ever be able to confess?

selfshiptember 13!! likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[hanasnx]

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.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .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."

[heyitsmimi]

i actually read a riftan calypse x reader on quotev and then i tried to check today then it was gone! i don't even remember what's the title of the story and it even disappeared on my library! AHHH!!!!

[blueparadis]

❝𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑❞ + ( Heinrey, Mckenna, Kosiar, Kaufman, Ergi, Riftan )

+. cw— afab-reader, explicit smut, suggestive themes, sub-dom dynamics[ pleasure dom, service dom, soft dom , switch with sub reader and sub with switch reader],use of pet-names, slight fem-dom(Kaufman’s part) [m»f]cunnilingus, foreplay, cockwarming, oral activities, implied breeding kink, corruption kink. | tags— @zoraedits @etheralyonn @manjiroscum @sukunababy @dejwrites + tap here to view my works.

≡ EMPEROR HEINREY ALLES LAZLO :: Emperor of the Western Kingdom

Heinrey is needy, starved, and wants you to top him; just for once. His whimpers and moans wouldn't stop when you sit on his lap, taking all the time in the world to shove his cock inside you. His lilac pupils roam all over your luscious skin as you guide his hands around your waist encouraging him, “C’mon hold me close!”.And the next moment you could feel his lips sucking yours passionately until you pull away. He is exhausted, breathless yet he craves more, nothing more than to see you bounce on his aching cock and milk him dry. “Ohh Fu-ck! The rumors, they're so right; you do feel good”, he huffs at the fall of each word as you keep thrusting your hips. He might be exhausted but his cherry tainted cheeks are such an invitation. “Hey, Hey Look at me when I fuck you”, you hiss palming his face but he melts under your touch kissing your hands and giving you a stare through the corner of his eyes before slamming you to the bed. He has his way to take things under control.

≡ MCKENNA :: Personal Bodyguard & Cousin brother of Heinrey

Mckenna is so sweet and chatty in bed. He'll play with your hair singing you a song or humming a tune as he listens to you. But under his sweet melodious voice, there lies a sly guy who wants nothing but to see you fall apart under the slightest of his touch. He has you seated in between his legs, his chin pressed against the crook of your neck. While your hands are busy with the album his hands are gradually hanking up your nightgown up to your knee. And by the time you notice, you're too late. His fingers are already playing with your peachy folds. The moment you open your mouth gasping his other arm makes its way to your lips, rubbing rashly; providing you a distraction and being sucked in the heat you'd take his calloused fingers sucking as he whispers, “There you go — yeasss! There you go baby girl. Easy. Ye-ah that's it. Eæ-syy” and starts to bite your necklines as you throw back your head against his shoulders.

≡ KOSIAR LILDER TROVI :: House of Trovi

Kosiar is soft, gentle yet so dirty in bed. He loves to go down on you, make you roll your eyes snapping your sanity as his tongue plays with your folds. He hooks his arms around your sweaty quivering legs and places open-mouthed kisses earning trails of your moans. But he knows your melting point, anymore than this and you'd try to get restless and all fidgety. And so, he just stops burying his wet lips in yours making you taste your cum. “See, how good you taste sweetheart.”, he speaks softly against your mouth but you're too breathless to reply. “Hey hey! Don't burn out on me. I'm not done yet.”, his cheeky tone laces goosebumps all over your naked body as he swiftly scoops you in his lap, pushing his leaking cock inside you. He is careful with you so as not to hurt you and gives you time until you properly settle in before another session. His buffy arms scooping you perfectly onto his lap as he peppers kisses along your neckline. He knows you're sensitive, that it tickles you. And the way you giggle exclaiming,“Ohh Gawd Stop-”, struggling to win against him yet melting within his embrace makes his heartbeat even faster.

≡ GRAND KAUFMAN :: Prince Of Kingdom Lupit

Kaufman is so submissive in bed and not to mention he's cocooned in his shell. He needs time to open up to you. Even though he would make the first move by curling his toned arms along your boobline resting his head against your nape, to soak himself in your warmth, the moment you turn around to face him: his eyes travel everywhere but could never meet your gaze. So, you need to distract him which is not so tough since he's not good with eye contact. You could simply palm his face kissing him until you hear his struggling moans and hums. And, when his relaxed voice seeps through your skin, your hands automatically travel down to his chest then to his belly, and finally slip it into his pants. He might be shy but he sure is in his vivid senses. He breaks the kiss immediately slamming you against the wall yet is careful enough not to hurt you as he puts his hand on your back. His aroused cock is in your palms as he rests his head on your caving shoulders panting heavily. A sweet chuckle falls from your lips as he kisses your neck while you praise him, “Good boy!” with a sucked in breath.

≡ DUKE ERGI CLAUDE :: Close Friend of Heinrey from Western Empire

Ergi Claude is sly, seductive, and sadistic; unlike his friend he's not at all gentle in bed but you won't know it during his small talk. He likes to watch his partner from a distance until he finally gets his hands on you. Of course, he doesn't like to share, doesn't like to be in the shackles of emotions either but he crawls back to you late at night when everyone is asleep. At first, he'll let you settle in his presence; he is way more intimidating when it's just two of you. “You look so pretty today. Had a special guest I suppose?”, he asks as you are busy undressing. No, he doesn't press you for an answer but he gets undeniably impatient and impulsive at the thought of you with other men. He swiftly grabs both your arms in his hand pressing you up against the wall. “Is that— the perfume I gave you?”, he asks direly rubbing his nose against your nape. You could sense his longing in his groans as he slowly grabs your waist squeezing your waistline and making you gasp. And don't you dare to avert your eyes from him: “Now why would you wear my scent in presence of other men, huh?”, his voice is stern, bold, and doesn't give you much time to answer since his lips clash against yours.

≡ RIFTAN CALYPSE :: Commander of Remdragon Knight, Lord of Antol

Riftan is perceptive and always has his ways in bed. “Just hold on to me ’kay baby?”, he huffs before pulling out another orgasm from you. And you curl your exhaustive sweaty arms around his shoulders he grabs your under thighs pushing his fat cock hitting your sweet spot earing an aching gasp from you. Your eyes roll back as he starts to thrust slowly. “Gonna. Fill. This. Womb. With. My. Cum ” he groans thrusting deep at the fall of each word. His cock is big, fat and aroused that it aches your vaginal nerves. “Do you like it?”, his voice wakes you up from the delirium; Nails digging his sweaty skin, mouth face pressed against his broad shoulders as you pant and say,“Ahhh! I love it. I lOve it. Looove it.”, roaring your pleasure. And as he coats your gummy walls with his seed, he doesn't pull out to stuff full with his thick cum. “Are you okay?”, he asks as you rest against his shoulders eyelids barely keeping up. “Yes, my lord! I'm”, you assure him with a kiss against his temple.

[lexsssu]

Small (Riftan Calypse)

Flufftober Day 20

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.

[gulnarsultan]

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.

[bunnibaby-love]

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

♡ Men that is just too masculine and manly. He's very mature and gentlemen

♡ Men who loves helding you while kissing your forehead, cheeks and lips! His favorite spots

♡ If you were to dumb to understand even basic things, he won't make fun of you but instead will taught you or do things for you instead.

♡ Men who doesn't raise his voice and hands at you. He patiently understand your arguments better. Always says sorry even if he isn't at fault and kissing your forehead to comfort you

♡ Very considerate and understanding of your moods. Doesn't force you and If you need space he will understand and will held you when you came back on his arms

♡ Men who spoils you like a princess! Your dior lip oil ran out? Just take his black card and treat yourself with shopping and stuffs

♡ Men who likes it when you are all doll up for him. Such a pretty doll deserves the best treatments right? Treating you to the best spa and salons to get your hair and nails done

♡ He doesn't like it when you work. Even household work! He can just hired maids or even do the housework and you can just live like a queen

♡ He really loves and cares for you! He just wants you to enjoy the princess treatment your deserves

🌺 Wriothesley, Diluc, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Ayato, Neuvilette, Danheng, Gepard, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Riftan

[m-ayo-o]

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...

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

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

RIFTAN CALYPSE battles with his ability to be a raging exhibitionism and his aptitude for jealousy. Both span the experience as he touches you between your legs, cupping your sex with his large hand to lead you sweetly to orgasm. Your back against the tree in the gardens, anyone could walk out and see what he’s doing—and you’re too far gone to protect any longer. Grounding hands are set on his biceps, swollen from effort. One tensed as his fist rests against the trunk above your head, the other shifting under your contact as delicate tendons ripple from his fingers orchestrating your release. Shielding you with his broad body, he massages you through your dress, a wet spot forming through your undergarments as his glove swipes past your folds and clit. He doesn't seem to mind at all how he's having you outside on public castle grounds, but the inner workings of his mind devise exactly what he'll do to whatever unlucky soul dares lay their eyes on his woman in the throes of pleasure.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Ruth x maid! Fem! Reader

Ruth is 30 and reader is 24, 6 year age gap cuz I'm turning 23 this year but I think Ruth is supposed to be in his early to mid thirties so I'm being kinda Self-indulent (I didn't want to make the gap 7 years so... Yeah, upped the age).

Not the actual fic that will come out, just a drabble that I came up with

Warnings: slight self-conscious on Ruth's side

Nsfw warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving)

Minors, ageless blogs that barely have anything, dni or you get blocked.

This blog contains/interacts/creates dark content, dni if you are uncomfortable with that.

No tag list for this cuz I'm on the road + I wrote it down on a sheet of paper I left at home.

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I think Ruth would absolutely have a low sex drive. He just doesn't look like someone who thinks about it often, much less have the urge. I am 100% sure he's a virgin cuz like, look at him. He doesn't know how to rizz ppl up nor does he want to unless it benefits him (having maxi help with making the magical devices, but that was more peer pressure than actual rizz).

I'm just saying, Ruth would be kinda hopeless with asking out the reader, not because he's cluelese (probably seen Gable and the others pick up chicks, so has a vague idea of what and what not to do + can see how unbalanced maxi's relationship with Riftan is. He literally told him to calm down with his antics once, but thats about it if I remember correctly) but because he's just so... Blunt that it comes off as rude.

Maxi literally thinks that in the webtoon when her maid slams his drink down on the table instead of placing it down gently like she did with maxi's cup.

But anyway, I just imagine Ruth as the type of guy who at first, tries to ignore the developing feelings he has for you, and it works, but it gets harder and harder when you smile at him like that, when you return his playful banter and don't get offended at his tone and choice of words. When you don't overstep his boundaries, attempt to get to know him, his likes and dislikes, interests, how you want to learn about magic and you listen to his lectures, hell sometimes he even invites you to sit along with maxi as he goes about teaching her (only if the lady of the castle is comfortable, of course, which she will be after a while cuz I said so).

The way your face lights up in awe and wonder whenever he performs a spell or summons fire from the tip of his fingertips. The very eyes that tend to glance at his lips, and he pretends he doesn't notice. Your hands that are a bit rough from washing clothes, helping in the kitchen, cold water stinging and numbing them when you scrub the castle floors, are the very hands he wants to hold, and sometimes late at night, he imagines them pulling and tugging at his hair as you lean against 'his' table or even the library wall, and fuck if he actually had enough room to use in his tower, he would, his mouth latched onto your clit and fingers pumping in and out of your sloppy cunt -

It's not very often he gets thoughts like that, but when he does, he gets harder than riftan gets with the knights and their training.

He doesn't comment on your efforts to keep the library tidy, organizing his books and research papers to where the place looks presentable, at least. But he shows his appreciation through small favors in return - helps you with the cleaning if times allows for it, showing you flashy yet small spells that don't affect the area or people around (riftan would quite literally kill him if they did), gulping down his embarrassment as he massages your shoulders, ignoring the way you were just a bit too squimish, or how flustered you would get but accept his offer regardless.

It's not even a sexual thing, it just makes him want to wrap his arms around you, take in your scent, confess and just enjoy a simple life with you -

It's not really possible. He's just incapable of showing clear romantic intentions and affections. He's not husband material and he doesn't want kids, and he's very iffy about weddings and marriage in general when it concerns him. Besides, he's older than you, and while age gaps are common, he thinks it'd be better if you were to settle down with someone your own age. Because someone your own age would understand you better, give you children, marry you without worry.

You deserve a loving, caring husband, one who would hug and kiss you, make love to you, respects you, who isn't afraid or uncomfortable with physical affection, and doesn't have a rather bad reputation around the castle because of his personality.

So, when your hands clutch at his shirt, tilting your chin up, mouth pressing against his, he should stop you. He should stop instead of loosely wrapping one arm around your waist, bringing you closer, moving his mouth against yours. He should stop instead of clumsily bumping teeth with you, humming in content as you sigh into the kiss.

He should stop instead of going in for another kiss once you part, finally understanding what makes riftan so crazy about physical affection.

He should stop, but he doesn't.

He can't nor does he want to.

[remdragonknight]

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 boots. 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.”