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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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this is going to end badly, but... Can you do Yandere love letter where the boys found out Reader cheated on them?

The Yandere love letter from Alexander The Great, Julius Caesar, Napoleon, and Henry VIII pls

Alexander the Great

My Queen,

May your betrayal be your own curse. If you persist on this path, know that I am capable of things that not even the gods would dare to speak of. My wrath is relentless and uncontrollable when it comes to the woman I once loved.

As for this man you cheated on me with, know that he is playing with death itself. I, who faced entire armies, will pursue him to the end of the earth, and he will find no refuge. If he touches you again, not a stone will be left unturned in his city, and he will be remembered as a traitor until the end of time.

I swear I will destroy his city, put men to the sword and sell their women and children into slavery. And then I will deal with you.

You, (Y/N), have the power to avert this dark fate. Return to my arms, renounce this treachery, and perhaps I will consider showing leniency. If not, know that my vengeance is a storm no mortal can weather. Make no mistake though, because you will be punished and I guarantee you won't like your punishment, my love.

This is your last chance, my Queen. Return to me and hand over your wretched lover and perhaps I will show you mercy.

With fury and despair,

Alexander.

Julius Caesar

My love,

Today, darkness enveloped my heart. The news of her betrayal, my sweet wife, tears me apart in a way that not even the bloodiest battles have been able to do.

For you, I crossed oceans and crossed deserts, shed blood and brought down empires. However, I realize that the hardest battle I face is the one you fought on the sly with another man. I feel betrayed, but also consumed by a sick, and furious love that burns like the fire of Rome.

I will not allow him to breathe the same air as you, to touch your skin as I did, to steal your love from me. I will hunt him down, torture him, and kill him.

(Y/N), my wife, my life and my soul belong to you. If you continue with this traitor, I swear I will make an example of him, a warning for all to see. I'll make an example of you. You are my wife, my reason for living, and I won't let anything or anyone take you away from me.

Reflect on your actions, my beloved, for my passion is stronger than any army, hotter than any fire. I won't forgive you, but I'm willing to compromise.

With angry and love,

Julius Caesar.

Napoleon Bonaparte

My beloved wife,

I write these words with a heavy heart and a mind tormented by the thoughts that have invaded my soul. I found out that you, my beloved wife, betrayed the trust that we once placed in each other.y pain is indescribable, my mind troubled by terrible visions of your betrayal.

You know what I can do when faced with challenges when those I love are threatened. My reputation as a military leader is widely known, but what you may not know is that my love for you is just as fierce.

I know where you've been, who you've been with, and what you've done. Every detail is etched in my mind like a scar, a scar that burns like lava from a volcano. (Y/N), my love, I solemnly warn you that if you persist in this betrayal, the consequences will be dire. The fire that burns in my chest can be directed to protect or to destroy, and you must choose wisely.

Reflect on what we have together, on the lives we've built, and on the price that may be paid for your actions. My love for you runs deep, and I will not hesitate to use every means in my power to keep what's mine. You are mine and I will destroy anyone who gets in my way, especially that damn lover of yours. But don't worry, I've already dealt with it myself.

I pray that reason prevails in your heart, for my passion and my anger are a force that cannot be contained. I hope you make the right choice and maybe I'll be benevolent.

With love and so much jealousy,

Napoleon.

Henry VIII

My sweet wife,

I write these words with a rage that burns hotter than the sun. My trust in you has been unacceptably betrayed, and my rage is untamed. How dare you betray me, a woman who swore allegiance to me and our kingdom?

I, Henry VIII, a mighty and formidable king, will not tolerate such dishonor. You must be aware that by challenging my authority and my love, by violating our marriage, you are playing with your own destiny. With your life.

My spies have reported every detail of your heinous betrayals, (Y/N). There is no escape, no hiding place where you can hide. My anger is like an approaching storm, and the thunder of my vengeance will resound across England.

You, who shared my bed and my trust, now face the wrath of a disgraced monarch. Have no illusions my dear as my love for you has turned into a darkness that will swallow up everything in its path. And it's all your fault.

(Y/N), if you wish to avoid a dark and terrible fate, I suggest you change course immediately. Renounce your betrayals and be my loyal wife again, and I can show you mercy, but not your damned lover. No. He's already dead. Should you decide to disobey me once more, the sword will fall on your head, as it fell on others who dared to defy me.

With unabated fury,

Henry.

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moumouton4 · 4 months

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Hello :3

Pretty please could you write a Napoleon x reader

Where napoleon gets freaky with reader under the table, like in the movie ;3

Thank you so much, :D

Under The Table || Napoléon Bonaparte x reader

A/n : Hello pumpkin ! I'm so grateful for your request because since I've watched the movie I just wanted to write a fic about it so thank you ! 🍨

A/n 2 : As you may know I'm French and I live about 20 min from the Castle of Rueil-Malmaison ( yeah that's a flew lol look at that ) I decided to write the 2 dialogues in French but the translation will follow right after don't y'all worry 😂

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, sex under the table, kinda exhibitionism, oral!reader receiver, penetrative sex, cream pie, implicit bathtub sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 917

Sitting a the banket table, finishing the divine meal you just had, with a good dessert, you couldn't help but feel an intense gaze on you

Dipping your spoon in your chocolate mousse once more, you made sure it was full before bringing it back to your lips, still feeling that same lingering gaze following your every move

As you turn the spoon in your mouth, you couldn't help but keep staring everywhere in the room, everywhere but at him. It was just the power he seemed to have over you, even after all those years

Licking the back of the spoon clean, you heard him groan under his breath at the other side of the table

Finally gathering enough courage to look up, you could see him biting on his lip, he wanted you, there was no doubt about it. It was as if the whole night you had spent having sex wasn’t enough for to sat his appetite

He blinks oh so slowly, squinting his eyes at you as he manages to looks even more intently at you, and you know exactly was is going to happen after

You knew that he was man to take what he wanted without needed for permission, but he rendered you nevertheless speechless when he slipped down his chair and under the table, making his way towards you on all four

You swallowed nervously knowing very well that the maître d’hôtel was still in the dining room, and also very aware of what was about to unfold, even if he didn’t show it. Though his job asked for it, he didn’t bat an eyelash, standing up straight, staring at the wall in front of him, waiting for an order from the master or mistress of the house

Now that he was in front of you, his hands came to strongly rest on your knees before pushing them open, revealing your most intimate parts to him

He then quickly pushed the fabrics that needed to be pushed and removed the cloth that was blocking access to his 2nd dessert

You heard him groan again as he glanced at your arousal, he didn’t need anymore second to feel the need to devour you completely

That’s how he started eating you out, sucking at your flesh and drinking every juices your body was eager to give him. Meanwhile your face was bright red as you did your best to cover any moans from the waiter’s ears

You also breathed out when after some time of receiving oral you didn’t feel anything itch, for once the Cosican man didn’t eat anything spicy - maybe he had this in mind all along

On the other hand, you can feel how forcefully his tongue pushes against your intimacy, as if he were hungry, hungry for you

Though after eating it like that, he starts feeling himself throb in his pants, his balls tightening in a way that screams his need to cum soon. He is not the type to be able to cum from only giving an oral, but he is clearly the type that goes feral while or after giving one. His cock needs the stimulation of your pulsing walls now

He doesn’t bother to know if you came from his oral ministrations or not, you’re going to cum around his cock anyways

His hands seizes your hips and with a swift pull he brings you under the table with him, before lying you on the cold white tiled floor

“Dehors !” he screams at the man that was still in the room, his voice booming against the walls of the dining room of his Castle of Rueil-Malmaison. The latter didn’t need anything more, before almost zooming out the room ( “Out !” )

Now that he has you all to himself, Napoléon doesn’t waste any more time in taking off his waistcoat for greater range of motion

Before you know it his cock is pushing past your tight hole, until he is fully sheathed inside you

If you ask for time to adjust to his size, he won’t stay still, though he will move his hips way more carefully than he would have if you didn’t ask

But after a moment, he just unleashes his full wrath and passion, snapping his hips against yours, his mouth nipping at your tender flesh as his movements stay relentless

His obsessive passion for you is emanating through every actions he makes, and at this point he is fucking you so hard, that you know you’re back is going to hurt a little bit after

Even with the great amount of stamina he has, your husband is like every other man and after something like 20 minutes of hard fucking, and having you climax and milk his throbbing member, he is on the verge of ecstasy

The room, once filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh against flesh now quiets, as his hips now pushed flush against yours stills, as he comes and pours his semen inside you, the only thing that can be heard now is your heavy breathings and the pounding of your hearts in your ears

He kisses your lips once more, as if his mouth didn't spend the past moments stuck on it before speaking with a still husky voice "Allons dans la baignoire, ma Chère, mmh ? J'ai l'impression que nous avons des affaires à régler là-bas" ( “Let’s take you to the bathtub my Dear, mmh ? I feel like we have some unfinished business to attend over there” )

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violettduchess · 11 months

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Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?”

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down.

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly.

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite.

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him.

Your admiration.

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you.

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears.

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness.

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours.

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry.

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is.

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

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art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

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Can I ask for Napoleon, Nobunaga, but especially MASAMUNE and MITSUHIDE being called cute by his s/o? In the current event the reader called Masamune cute and he was No, I’m not cute! But I can’t help to think they are cute, very cute. Your headcanon a are very good, I like them, keep working please ❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte | Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide Rating: General. Word count: 1,231 words Warning/s: None Author note: Howdy! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I’m writing this at work lmao, please get me out of here.

[୨୧] — Napoleon Bonaparte

Cute? Him?

Of course, he is.

When you call him cute he just blinks a couple of times, making you think maybe he didn’t like that or was taken aback about being called it...

Him? The Emperor? Called “cute” by his sweet nunuche?

He just does a big smile, and puts his hands under his chin, mimicking a sweet cherubim. “Am I the cutest?”

This only makes you laugh until your tummy hurts too much.

And Napoleon only keeps pressing about it. “What am I not cute?” while making an exaggerated sad face.

He starts chuckling then, asking you if he is really cute. And just as you thought, he would never in his life (lives?) have been called cute and he is happy you are the first one to think so.

Honestly, he does a lot of cute things, like kiss you the first thing he wakes up, and speak nonsense.

Hell, you could pull up his hair in pigtails and he’d own it, calling himself cute.

Also, I can imagine him pondering it sometimes. Like, in the kitchen.

Sebas is polishing the silver while Napoleon cooks, and when he needs to wait for food to be ready, he leans against the counter and asks. “Sebas, do you think I’m cute?”

Sebas wants to say yes, but he forces himself to say no and instead asks about what brought the question.

“Hm, never mind. Just thinking about some nunuche.”

[୨୧] — Oda Nobunaga

If you call him cute I can imagine him as the type who shot circuits at the thought of himself being cute.

He ponders and reflects if he has done things that might be classified as “cute” lately.

Then with his face twisted, eyebrows scrunched up together, lips pressed into a thin line.

“You are growing bolder every day by now, daring to call me cute, fireball.”

Says the man who uses his haori as an invisibility cape whenever he wants to sneak out and steal konpeito from the kitchen.

Says the man who stole your teddy bear because it amused him.

There are things of him that are terrifying, yes, and thankfully, he has learned to be more human about certain traits of himself, thanks to you.

You just believe, after learning of his story and life before meeting you, that he is still just a child at heart.

Oh, but if you insist that he is cute, be prepared.

He’d get all dominant, like the conqueror he is, towering over you with a dark smile.

“I. Am. Not. Cute.”

You battle this by reaching out, as fast as lightning, and touching the tips of his ears, making him cringe away from you while covering his ears, his cheeks turning into the most lovely shade of pink.

“Yes, you are.”

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

Oh, to tame the wild tiger.

In my head, Masamune is just like a tiger, yes, but the type of tiger that if left with a cardboard box nearby, will sit if it fits.

He also loves to deny that he is so adorable it makes butterflies bat their wings violently in your stomach because it only makes him cuter.

When you tell him out loud that he is cute, he looks beyond offended.

How. Dare. You. (...Tell the truth).

This makes a game of “No, you” start between you two, where he is deemed to lose.

You only reach to pinch his cheeks, tugging at his face affectionately while trying to make the harsh frown on his face disappear while he does the same to you.

I can imagine him being bothered about it, he just wants to play a brave front and be the perfect leader for his clan and people, he cannot be cute.

You beg to differ, he only is cute with you, and you are glad you are the only one who gets to see him like that.

Though, he is too hard-headed to admit it.

He is very insistent when you keep calling him cute. “No, I am not!” it's such a great way to tease him and make his cheeks go red and his usually wild personality become coy.

These kinds of arguments always end up in one of two ways.

The first one is with him chasing you all over the castle until you say the contrary, the staff, and servants already knowing what was all the spectacle about and even just stepping aside to let you and the lord run.

The other is with him, cuddling you in bed after a tickle fight he won, taking the place of the big spoon, he hides his face against the crook of your neck, cheeks still tinted red as your words replay in his head.

“I adore it when you are this cute! It's like you are a big kitty!”

He hates how warm it makes him inside

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide

Where do I start with this man?

He is…difficult to tease by calling him cute.

You have already called him “cute” before, comparing him to a white cat that had crossed your path when you were walking through the market.

Resulting in him, smiling at you (beware, it was the snake smile), which made a heavy weight settle on your tummy.

But then with his hands imitating cat paws, saying “Meow”.

You didn’t know if to cringe or if to laugh until you coughed a lung out.

The way he kept his smile made you wheeze until you were struggling to get air because he kept acting that way.

(He is torturing you this way, by the way)

And he is having the joy of his life by watching you struggle to breathe as you laugh.

And he is the type to not take it seriously, you are calling him “cute”, and he thinks you are trying to tease him.

If you stand your ground (after laughing your lungs out), he’d just blink, and you can’t quite read what he is thinking. And that is terrifying.

Mitsuhide honestly doesn’t know how to react to his first instinct is to go blank, thinking of how to respond properly.

Mostly, because he thinks he is far from cute, and people have found him to be scary with his demeanor, and he doesn’t blame them. He likes to give off that vibe to protect you and himself.

After his blank expression, he only frowns, “I doubt I can be considered cute, but I believe this is something of you that is rubbing off on me.”

He smirks after this, noticing the way you blush, having turned the tables.

You, however, are not happy, you just want to make sure he knows he sometimes is cute!

He absolutely keeps trying to do everything possible to turn it around every time until you are frustrated, turning your head the moment the door opens.

You are left staring at Kyubei, who just bows deeply in greeting.

You don’t let the vassal talk before you ask him. “Do you think Mitsuhide is cute?”

Kyubei is sweating bullets at the question, it's not known if it's because of your question or the killer look his master is directing at him.

Without a word, the vassal decides he doesn’t want that question to be the last one he answers, so he leaves without saying a word, leaving you with an argument unresolved.

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fang-and-feather · 6 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Reader

Visions of Temptation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

Day 25 Prompt: Edging

Also written for August's Polyam Shipping Day, Prompt: Explore by @polyamships

This started, long ago, as a draft of a Napoleon/Reader pegging fic. Them I realized the polyamory event would happen right before Napoleon's birthday and was a bit lazy to start a new fic so it turned into this threesome as a pre-birthday event. Never finished it in time, but I finally managed to make something out of this old WIP, late for both events. It could fit a few kinktober prompts but in the end I chose this one.

Tags: Pegging, Light Dom/sub play, Oral Sex, Edging

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To trust someone enough to feel safe enough to explore new things, parts of you that had to be hidden, or things you just never got the chance to explore, or even things you were afraid of, was something special. But taking the first step with someone new and trusting these things you were afraid of for the first time, even with people you otherwise trusted, could be difficult.

And it was by trust that Napoleon found himself in this predicament, his body under yours as he ate you out.

He always loved the taste of you. The way your body quivered as he licked you. The way you cried his name in response to the pleasure he gave you.

But you being, not only on top but also in complete control, not only of yours but of his pleasure too, was a great deal for him. Napoleon wasn’t used to giving up control, but he trusted you enough to put himself completely at your mercy.

And this was his reward, before you moved into the primary plans for the night. You didn’t try to dictate how you would like to be pleased, letting him use his mouth and tongue as he wished.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t started to take control of other things. Or that you were being nice to him, the offered reward becoming more of a challenge.

Your body was positioned facing his, so you could reach out and stroke his cock, your movements slow, with barely any pressure, just enough to cause his pleasure to build up but not to bring him to a release, and then you would stop, taking your time to get more lube, before resuming your task.

At first, he thought you were just stalling until your own release, but you had come twice now, and not only did you seem to have surprisingly more stamina than usual, but you still kept him on edge.

It was driving him insane. How long would he be able to hold back from flipping you over and fucking you senseless, all other plans for the night be damned?

At the limit of his control, Napoleon held your hips, pulling you closer, only to stop when he received a hard pinch to one of his nipples in response.

“Who said you could touch me?” You reproached in a playful, sultry tone. “You’re so impatient. Do I need to tie you?”

He chuckled. This was frustrating, but there was something both hot and amusing about you being this bold.

It also made him a little flustered by being commanded in such a way. It wouldn’t be easy to get used to, but Napoleon couldn’t say he hated it.

“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You answered, playfully.

“But you’re also stalling. Waiting for Jean, aren’t you?”

He tried to hold back from laughing when your body stiffened. He was sure you were blushing.

“Should we wait for him?” You asked, hesitantly.

“He’ll show up if he’s ready.” Napoleon reassured. “And if he wants, he can join whatever we’re in the middle of. Unless you want to wait.”

“You’re the one who invited him.” You turned around, sitting on his chest instead. “But if it’s up to me, then no. It’s not like our plans depend entirely on him. Or do you want to wait?” You adjusted your body, brushing his in a way that made him moan, and kissed him before he could answer. “What about a couple more minutes? You can finish what you started, and you help me with my gear while we wait.”

Finishing what he started was something he could hold back a little longer for. If you allowed, he could spend the whole night at that.

Maybe tomorrow he would, as a birthday treat.

“You’re so greedy tonight. Is dominating me that exciting for you? Or is it the idea of fucking me?”

“I’m not that greedy!” You protested, a little flustered.

Napoleon laughed, flipping you down as he kissed you, before resuming his place between your legs.

“Well, I don’t mind you being greedy with me, ma Reine.” He kissed the inside of your thigh. “I am at your orders tonight.”

Seeing that you didn’t complain as he held you down this time, Napoleon eagerly resumed his task.

He licked and sucked with greed, as if he was starving despite it not being your first round. The way you moaned, already greatly stimulated from earlier, the way you tangled one hand into his hair, trying to pull him closer, body grinding against him, only fuelled his passion, and he sucked harder. It wasn’t long before you came for the third time, with a loud cry of his name, and soon he was reluctantly pulled away.

Napoleon knelt up, watching you try to catch your breath. You were panting, with your eyes closed, your entire body flushed. He especially loved seeing you that vulnerable and tempting. A shame he couldn’t have you right away.

He reached for the toy left on the nightstand, wondering, not for the first time, where it had come from. But again, he didn’t question you, silently helping you adjust the straps that held it in place.

A shiver of both excitement and apprehension ran through him. There was something so strange but sexy about the way you looked wearing that, and something always ached within him in response every time he saw that while you two had been preparing for this, but especially now, with the way you teased him earlier.

Napoleon looked up, eyes meeting yours. He smiled and, without breaking eye contact, leaned down, holding your thighs again, then licking the fake cock from base to head, feeling you shiver as you watched him, entranced.

You couldn’t feel it, so Napoleon didn’t understand why you reacted so strongly, but he liked to watch. He took the tip into his mouth, noisily sucking on it, watching the way you blushed, before you smirked at him.

“You make a better performance every time. I will love to watch how you deal with a real one. But why don’t we leave the show for another time?”

You nudged him back, and Napoleon followed your lead, allowing you to flip your roles again. But before you could do anything, you heard the door being unlocked and practically leaped away, scrambling for the sheets. Napoleon laughed and pulled you back to him. It could be only one person at this time, and he couldn’t believe you had forgotten.

“It’s not that funny.” You pouted, recovering from the scare. But when he couldn’t stop laughing, you leaned back over him, pinning him to the bed. “Do you want me to punish you?”

“Sorry.” Napoleon tried to stop again. Not because he was afraid of your threat. He knew you didn’t have the drive to be too rough, especially on your first time playing like that, and especially not in front of Jean. Besides, he considered he might actually enjoy that. “But you’ve been stalling to wait for Jean, but got distracted enough to forget he was coming.” He said, still chuckling.

“Well, you’re lucky he’s here. Or I would really make you regret this.”

Napoleon would have challenged you to go ahead with it. Since he was already putting himself in this position, might as well go all out and see how the two of you would like it in the end, right? But Jean had made his way to the bed during the exchange, standing there, observing the two of you, and Napoleon noticed the hesitation in his eyes, so he waited for a reaction.

Jean sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to kiss you.

“There is no need to hold back because of me.” Then his attention turned to Napoleon and he reached out, lightly touching his cheek at first, but then the hesitation was replaced with something hot and alluring and his hand slid down, gripping his chin firmly. “Or should I punish him for you?”

From someone who was so torn about agreeing to do this, despite his own curiosity, this change in tune was unexpected. And even if Jean hadn’t been so hesitant about this, it was more than Napoleon would have expected of him, anyway.

Both of you had been worried before, but there was no reason to make sure Jean was certain of his decision to join you. Not after such an answer.

“Well, as long as he behaves, I think we can leave him off the hook for now. Not that I think he would mind that much.”

Jean blushed, hesitating a little again.

“I was only joking, mon amour..” He said, before smiling and kissing you. “But I will keep that in mind.”

Then Jean turned back to Napoleon. For a moment, they stared at each other in silence, Jean hesitating a little again before he closed the gap between them. Their first kiss was barely a brush of lips before Jean pulled away, confidence seemingly returning to him as his hand moved to the back of Napoleon’s head, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time, tongue exploring his mouth.

“You taste like her.” He muttered.

“What can I say? I love how she tastes.” Napoleon winked at you.

Jean’s attention also returned to you, and you kissed him, pulling him so he would turn around to properly face you.

Napoleon watched as Jean touched you all over, teasing your sensitive spots and you did the same to him, your moans muffled into each other’s mouth. Feeling left out, he moved behind Jean, starting to remove his clothes.

His shirt was gone in an instant, the two of you barely paying the action any attention, except to make sure not to get in the way.

When he went to undo his belt and pants, Jean tensed a little, causing Napoleon to stop.

“Don’t hesitate telling any of us if you ever need to stop.” He reassured, waiting for Jean to nod before he continued his task, placing gentle kisses along Jean’s neck and shoulders.

When all the clothes were out of the way, you nudged Jean to turn around, back to Napoleon instead, who straddled Jean’s waist, kissing him.

Napoleon only heard you leave the bed and felt you climb back behind him, at first kissing his back, hands reaching around to explore his chest, pinching a nipple, then you pulled him from Jean’s lap and to a kneeling position.

Although he’d been naked from the start, for the first time in the night Napoleon felt a little exposed when Jean looked him over. Maybe because he realized that was exactly your intention. Your hands left him, only for one to return, a wet, slightly cold finger massaging his hole and lubing him up, before being slowly eased inside.

It wasn’t the first time you tried that part, but it always felt both pleasurable and a little strange. The most strange part was probably the lube.

Your other hand wrapped around his cock, barely creating pressure when you moved, just like you had in the beginning. Jean watched your movements with interest, looking up when you teased the tip of Napoleon’s cock and he let out a soft moan.

“Do you want to try?” You asked Jean. He nodded, and your small hand was replaced by his bigger one.

Napoleon welcomed the extra pressure, although Jean’s movements were hesitant and even clumsy, until he found a comfortable rhythm. Jean barely tensed when Napoleon returned the gesture tentatively, trying to match that same rhythm.

Although Napoleon found it hard to concentrate. Besides Jean’s hand on his cock and the heated kisses they shared, you now had two fingers inside him, moving a little too slow for his liking, your other hand roaming his body, from teasing his balls to pinching his nipples, your mouth biting and kissing at his neck. His mind was overloaded with all these sensations, the sweet whispers of love and praise you whispered in his ear and the delicious moans he drew from Jean. He was ready to melt under all of it.

But everything ceased abruptly, and Napoleon blushed at the disappointed whimper that escaped him. His hand was gently taken away from Jean, who had a similar reaction at the loss.

“Just switching positions. Be patient.” You said soothingly.

You were totally teasing him, and you knew exactly what you would get from it. In fact, that might be exactly why you wanted to arrange this on the night before his birthday.

With a few pushes, pulls and nudges, you guided him to the position you wanted and Napoleon found himself on his hands and knees.

Napoleon looked up at Jean, silently asking for permission, and his answer was a hand at the back of his head, gently nudging him.

He fit as much as he could of the cock before him into his mouth. Napoleon wasn’t used to doing something like this, but he’d had some pratice with you, although Jean was bigger than your toy.

He stater moving his head, at first slowly, adjusting to the size, exploring the feel of it with his tongue and savoring the taste. And he liked that taste more than he expected.

Napoleon was barely getting used to the position when he felt the tip of your toy begin to push into him.

“Ready?” You asked.

He only made a noise of approval, not even interrupting his task, but switched from moving to just sucking.

You eased inside slowly. Napoleon loved the way it stretched him, and the way he found himself stuffed full on both ends.

With just a few thrusts from you, Napoleon came in an explosive orgasm that almost made him choke on Jean, who pulled back to let him breathe, and every new thrust from you made him see more stars. He never expected it to feel this good.

Would it feel better with a real cock? Maybe, but there was something quite hot about having you being the one doing this to him. The way your roles were reversed as you fucked him, gently at first, but when his orgasm died down and he started to thrust back, you started to actually pound into him.

Jean, who had so much difficulty accepting his own curiosity to be there, had switched from hesitating at a simple kiss to face fucking Napoleon as if they had done it many times before.

You stopped for a moment before adjusting your rhythm to match Jean’s. Or trying to, but stopped again because Jean was losing his own rhythm as he got near his limit, his moans growing louder and more frequent.

Napoleon nearly choked again twice as Jean’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him tighten around your toy, increasing his own pleasure.

With a couple more thrusts, Jean finally came, the taste of his cum better than Napoleon expected.

He looked up, eyes meeting Jean’s, and made a point of audibly gulping it down, enjoying the way Jean blushed, confidence seemingly lost again.

“Are you that shy about me? Because I love how you taste, too. I wouldn’t mind another performance some other time.”

“You’re just being so…” Jean looked at you, then away, scooting a little back.

“So what?” Napoleon grinned. In any other position, he would have chased Jean.

“You’re acting a little too slutty, that’s what.” You answered, pulling out of him and pushing him down so his upper body was resting against the bed, ass in the air, but despite your rough movements, he could notice a hint of shyness in your voice as well.

Napoleon was a bit embarrassed, too. He wouldn’t have gone that far at another time. It didn’t feel natural for him to do so. But they were in the moment of experimenting things and he felt a boost of confidence to try these things now.

“I thought tonight we were supposed to go all out. You weren’t holding back until now, Nunuche.”

“That’s who you are when you go all out?” You asked, playfully.

No. Napoleon doubted he had reached his limit, because he doubted you had reached yours. Then there was also Jean, who was just starting. He was just a reflection of his partners, and he was only reflecting your own energy tonight.

“Only when you keep teasing me.”

You pushed back into him in one swift motion. The angle of the new position feeling even better, making him moan your name.

“Then I will stop teasing.”

You didn’t waste time fucking him as hard as you could. There was a shift in the bed, and Jean started pumping him.

Between the two of you, he didn’t last long. You slowed down, but didn’t stop until his orgasm subsided, only pulling out when he started to come down from his high, tired body collapsing on the bed.

Napoleon took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart, and rolled to lie on his back and be able to look at you.

“You look so hot like this.” You were still eying him as you reached for a cleaning cloth you had left on the nightstand earlier.

Napoleon followed your gaze as it shifted over to Jean, who was sitting there, staring at his hand, stained in Napoleon’s cum. To both of your surprises and Napoleon’s both embarrassment and excitement, he licked it, although a little hesitant.

He closed his eyes, expression unreadable for a moment, before opening them again and noticing you were staring at him, growing embarrassed at the realization.

“I actually like how you taste, too.” He said, gazing at Napoleon without any hesitation, despite his red cheeks.

Napoleon’s cheeks grew even hotter, and a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t resist how both you and Jean were. A mix of shyness, innocence and sexiness, overwhelmingly tempting.

Jean looked away again. Now embarrassed, he reached for the cloth in your hand to finish cleaning himself.

Napoleon sat up just as you retrieved the cloth, starting to clean him now.

“Hey, Nunuche, I can do that myself.”

“No.” You also shook your head, gently pushing him to lie down again. “Let me take care of you tonight.” You leaned forward, kissing him, before resuming your task.

Napoleon watched you for a moment before speaking again.

“You did great tonight. Both of you. I don’t mind if you want to do this again.”

You blushed, finishing the cleaning in silence and setting the cloth and your toy aside.

“I wouldn’t mind so, either.” Jean spoke first.

You looked at one, then the other, and gave them a quick nod.

“I’m glad it all worked out. Thank you for joining us, Jean.” You kissed him. “And you, for agreeing to it.” You kissed Napoleon, who wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you there with him.

“You also agreed to my own ideas. All of us had things we wanted to try tonight. It was a fair exchange. Next time you have something in mind, don’t hesitate to tell me. I have little I wouldn’t try with you. Now,” he flipped over, laying over you with a grin, “it’s past midnight. Do you know what that means?”

By the way you flushed, you did, but you also looked worried, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I will be nice to you. If you behave.” His birthday was just starting, and he would take his time paying you back. “Would you mind joining us, Jean? There is no one else I’d rather share my birthday gift with.”

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alby-rei · 10 months

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Stranger Dreams (IkeVamp; Isaac & Napoleon)

a/n: Dreams seldom make sense, even when the visions may draw inspiration from familiar faces and places. I found this orphaned WIP—which was actually completed all along—and it made me laugh so much, I just had to post it. According to my previous a/n, these were actual dreams I had LOL

Tagging @scummy-writes for isaac, @xxsycamore for napo, @colorpuff for the fic sillies

[Word count]: ~550 words

[Characters]: You (1st POV), Isaac, Napoleon

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“So I saw you in a dream recently,” I told Isaac.

We were in the lounge. Isaac sat cross-legged on the floor with tools and metal parts strewn across the carpet. He tinkered with his latest telescope prototype while I dusted the bookshelves behind him. He looked up when I didn’t continue.

“Is that so? What was the dream about?” He asked with some apprehension and curiosity.

“Well…”

I was in the mansion’s courtyard. It must have been after dinnertime because I distinctly remember being guided by the light of the lanterns towards the gazebo. Fireflies danced in small groups along the path, but none of them were bothered by my presence. I heard the sound of talking at the gazebo, but I couldn’t make sense of a single word.

When I rounded the corner, I saw you, Isaac, pointing at the chalkboard behind you. You were dressed in your university robe, giving a lecture in a very urgent tone. I turned to look for whom you were speaking to, but there was no one there.

Then, your face came up super close. You gripped my shoulders and shook me silly. You looked frantic as you urged me to do… something?! I couldn’t understand a word you were saying, but I kept nodding anyways. It seemed to calm you down. You insisted that I go do the thing, whatever it was, and then… the dream ended.

“Uhh…” Isaac stared, mouth agape. “I…don’t know what to say. I’m sorry?”

“No, no, it’s okay! I just woke up wondering what you were saying, if you had told me something that I completely disregarded.”

Isaac wracked his brain in search of your previous conversations. Now you made him second-guess himself, had he asked you for something urgent? He shrugged his shoulders, eyes shifting back-and-forth as he replayed yesterday’s events.

“Hahahahha!” Another voice made itself known in the lounge. It was Napoleon. “I get weird dreams all the time, but nothing ever like this.”

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Napoleon smiled openly where he stood at the doorway. He walked in, steering clear of Isaac’s work zone—which was the entire carpet.

“Oh, Napoleon! I dreamt about you, too, now that I think about it. That dream was equally bizarre, if not more.”

“I’m all ears.” He lounged on the couch with feet off the ground. He perched his elbow on the armrest.

This time it was inside the mansion. I was walking down the hallway—though I don’t know where I was headed exactly—when I caught sight of you, Napoleon, inspecting the curtains of the French windows.

When I moved closer, you ripped the curtains clean off their rail and… proceeded to hang it around your shoulders?! You asked me if they suited you or not. I stuttered something out, can’t remember now. You nodded and folded the curtains on the floor.

Then, you moved to the next curtain and did the same until you were pleased with how your reflection looked in the reflective window.

“That…” Dumbfounded, Napoleon’s eyebrows shot up. He blinked twice. “…heh, sure sounds bizarre, alright.” His gaze darted to the curtains that hung over the arched windows, as if he were appraising their cape-abilities. The corners of his lips quirked upwards.

“Napoleon, no,” said Isaac.

~*~

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ikewhores · 11 months

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Yandere love letter from Napoleon and Marquis de Lafayette to a Wife Reader pls ❤️

Napoleon Bonaparte

My beloved wife,

As I write this letter, my soul burns with an uncontrollable passion for you. From the moment I met you, my life took a turn I could never have predicted. You are the light that illuminates my days, my reason for living, and I cannot imagine a world without your presence.

Every time I look at you, my beloved, I see the beauty and grace that enchanted my heart from the first moment. Your eyes are the stars that guide my path, and your lips, the promise of an eternal love that consumes me. There is no one like you, (Y/N), and there never will be.

Every time our eyes meet, I feel consumed by a burning fire, a passion that knows no limits. Every smile, every touch, every word we exchange is a treasure that I keep in my soul.

My wife, my queen, my whole life is dedicated to you. I'm willing to conquer the world, to fight entire armies if necessary, to protect you and ensure our love lasts forever. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us, because we are one.

In each conquest, in each victory, it will be your name that will echo in my heart. Let the world know that you are the reason I fight, the reason I breathe. And let no one else dare to think of taking your place in my heart, as that would be a fatal mistake.

With love,

Napoleon.

Marquis de Lafayette

My only love,

As I write these words, my heart overflows with a passion that only grows with time. Each day that passes by your side, my beloved, only serves to strengthen the bond that unites us.

Your presence lights up my days and warms my nights, like a radiant sun and a fire burning in my chest. Your eyes, deep as oceans, reflect the love we share and the future I envision by your side.

My beloved, you are my safe haven, the anchor that keeps my soul anchored amid the storm of life. You are the reason why I would face entire armies, the force that drives me to conquer the world, just to be able to offer you the best this world has to offer.

However, I must confess that the thought of anyone else getting close to you, of touching what is mine, makes me disturbed and tormented. My love for you is so overwhelming that I would do anything, absolutely anything, to protect what's ours.

I promise that I will continue to be your devoted and faithful husband, always willing to face the world to ensure your safety and happiness. May the entire world know that you are mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.

With a love that will never know limits,

Marquis de Lafayette.

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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It was really hard to pick between all these lovely prompts 🥺🥺❤️❤️ Can't wait to read all of the requests you get! Here's mine: Napoleon + Hugs #11

What a surprise, a Napoleon request from Mo! Actually, the surprise this time is that smut was not requested. I have never written fluff for Napoleon, so here's a first. Hope you enjoy!

Peekaboo - Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my New Year New Celebration event. Also part of the Spring Showers Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess.

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt: resting head on other's head while hugging / cottagecore

Tags: fluff

Napoleon closed the door to the cottage, the smell of freshly baked apple pie lingering in the air. With long strides, he walked the perimeter of the cottage quietly. He had a plan and did not want to ruin the surprise.

He stopped once he turned the corner of the garden; there he stood, watching you hanging the linens. You were so happy earlier that morning when you woke and saw the sun shining and heard the birds chirping. “Today is going to be a good day,” you told him while kissing his brow, before stumbling out of bed, leaving him there to rest longer.

In the time you had let him finish sleeping, you had not only washed the bed linens, but had also baked an apple pie, one of his favorite desserts. He was standing behind a tree, making sure you would not see him.

Yet.

As he peeked out from his hiding spot, he couldn’t help but feel filled with warmth - not from the sun above, but from you. Watching you perform such simple, mundane tasks filled him with a joy that was just indescribable. To see the soft smile carved on your face and how it lit up your face made his heart begin to race.

When he saw you had started to take down the dry linens, he made his move. He crept through the grass on tip-toe, careful not to step on any branches, lest he make a sound and make his presence known to you. He slipped behind trees and crouched behind bushes like he was navigating a minefield. All so you would not detect him.

He snuck behind one of the sheets in your line of view; hidden behind the billowing fabric, Napoleon stood smiling, waiting.

Your fingers worked nimbly as you removed the clothespins, the sheets falling into your open arms. Once folded and placed in the basket by your feet, you reached the clothesline, ready for the next item.

Like it was second nature, your hands naturally reached for the next sheet, your fingers plucking the clothespins from the line, your eyes not even noticing the dark figure hiding behind the sheet. But this time, when the sheet fell from the line, you shrieked loudly, your face turning the same shade as the sheet that landed in your hands.

“Peekaboo!”

“Napoleon!” you mock-scolded, your heart still beating fast from the shock of finding your lover hiding behind the sheet.

Napoleon wrapped you in his arms, pulling you in for a embrace. He rested his head atop yours, soaking in your warmth. Unable to protest, you embraced your love, dropping the sheet to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

With a devilish smile, he tilted your chin, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Napoleon let out a soft laugh when he felt your lips lift into a smile; he knew then that his surprise was a success.

“Time for a break, mon amour,” Napoleon whispered after nipping your lower lip. “Let’s go inside. I’m ready to go back to bed.”

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