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remdragonknight · 28 days

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The Vulgar Deal

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, creampie, use of the term “good girl”

18+ - Minors Do Not Interact

This is pretty vanilla. If I’m being honest. I wrote this because Hebaron Nitra is not represented enough in fan fictions.

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Hebaron Nitra x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the Governess of Maxi & Riftan’s child, it is your duty to assure the young boy is well educated. However, Hebaron has taught the young master some shrewd words. After reprimanding him, you and Hebaron strike up a deal.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Much like a force of nature, you marched down the main hall of the castle. Your brisk stride and furrowed brow announcing your frustration to everyone in full view. Down the long expanse of the hall, you saw him. Standing amongst a small group of fellow knights was Hebaron Nitra.

Without breaking your stride, you pointed at the crowd ahead and bellowed, “Sir Nitra, I must have a word with you. At. Once.” Putting an extra emphasis on the last two words.

His back was to you, his broad shoulders towering over the other men that surrounded him, and he turned slightly to peer at you. Then, he smiled and called out your first name as though you two had been long time friends. In reality, you had spoken to the man sparingly during the three months of your employment as the Governess at Castle Calypse. All of which were to reprimand him in some way.

He waved the men at his side off and turned his attention entirely to you. That impish smile still plastered on his face.

Your heeled, polished leather boots stopped mere inches away from his dirty and worn 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.”

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rena-iwa · 2 years

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» To lose himself in her, so that she could be lost in him.

Chapter I(?) Pairing: Riftan x Maxi Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: ~2.1k Setting: Most likely canon-divergent timeline (sometime post Book 2, but it's unclear how that would play out since it's not finished yet). Post Maxi's return from the Mage Tower.

Whew, it took longer than expected to complete. Now, I do know what I'd like the (theoretical) second chapter to include. Would you like to see it? Also, do excuse any typos that may or may not be present. I quite literally can't see them. + Smut is most definitely not my forte.

» Cold snuck into the air, reddening leaves signalling for autumn to fall. Heavy rain pouring from the skies, Maxi hurried down the corridors of Calypse castle, a ledger in her hands. «

Cold snuck into the air, reddening leaves signalling for autumn to fall. Heavy rain pouring from the skies, Maxi hurried down the corridors of Calypse castle, a ledger in her hands. Deep frown cutting across her features, she hardly minded her steps, the rows of numbers simply not reflecting the actual state of their estate. Missing wine, fabric which was not there, even though she was certain it had arrived, more grain than recorded occupying space in their warehouse – all of those and few more clearly aimed to grant her a headache. How did it come to that? She truly wished to know, the few weeks of their absence being hardly enough for such a situation to arise… The corridor quieted as she stopped, the echo of her steps dying eventually. A sigh heaving her chest, she closed the book and hugged it to herself, her eyelids fluttering shut for but a moment. A timid smile making it onto her face, Maxi looked down onto the castle gardens, her shoulders relaxing instantly. She – they – were home. Wasn’t anything else secondary?

The backlog of work had both her and Riftan occupied completely for the days to come, her husband tackling the tasks with a newly found ferocity. Unable to sit still, Maximilian attempted to match his pace, the mountain of errors and misattributions diminishing before her as her eyes scrutinised every corner of their castle. Placing orders, negotiating with merchants, assessing the state of supplies they owned and inspecting the available tools – it seemed no amount of work could tire her, her heart drumming ever so strongly. Perhaps such was the effect the years she spent studying in the Tower had on her, but whenever she found herself back in Anatol, Maxi wished to drink the place in. The daily commotion, the softness of her bed, the residual warmth sitting over Riftan’s side of the bed whenever he woke up first, the joyous cracking of flames… She swore to never forget any of them, her greed only rising as she hurried up the stairs, the sun beginning to set.

Winds swept atop the bastile, ruffling her hair and cooling her skin. Maxi walked up to the railing, soon letting her elbows rest on it, her eyes aglow. The nearby mountains turned to gold, splashes of red velvet taking over some of the forests, few ever-resilient yews and pines remaining stubbornly green – like emeralds, the land being their treasury. Propping her chin in her hands, she watched as light began to spill over the horizon, only one issue still daring to bother her.Riftan...Her shoulder slumped, bashful guilt washing over her. Was her husband not terribly busy? Surely, he would find time for her, but she should not add to his trouble… Too preoccupied with her thoughts to take note of the reality, Maxi jumped up a little, warm arms snaking around her from behind.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Riftan!”

“Did I startle you?” he asked, his embrace loosening as he attempted to get a better look at her. However, the action never went past being just an attempt, her hands holding onto his begging him to stay in place.

“N-no… I was j-just thinking a-about you.”

His body relaxing against hers, pleasant warmth spread through her limbs, his scent enveloping her as wind blew from behind them and pushed her hair into her face. Riftan brushed his lips against her ear.

“You should have put on a warmer robe, you’ll catch a cold,” he murmured with discontent, a giggle shaking her shoulders prompting the crease over his forehead to deepen. “Maxi…”

“I-I am really warm now, th-though!” she protested as he pulled her closer.

“And if I haven’t found you?”

“Then… Then I w-would go inside sooner.”

Seemingly dissatisfied with her answer, Riftan stifled a grumble, his mood only lightening once she kissed his cheek.

“I-It’s good to be home,” she added in a low voice, his embrace tightening. Her nose nuzzling against his jaw, Maxi prompted him to look forward before continuing. “It’s beautiful.”

His gaze darting between the clouds, Riftan inhaled deeply, as if savouring the air.

“We should go on a ride. Tomorrow may be one of the last warm days for the year.”

“Y-You’re not busy?”

Maxi twisted in her position, her back pressing further against his chest as she looked over her shoulder, curious to see what expression he wore. Her heart fluttered at the prospect of finally being able to spend more time with him, their schedules hardly allowing them to see each other before dusk.

“I am,” Riftan sighed. Her hopes sunk. “But it’s nothing urgent.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Do you not want to go?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. However, his frown cleared just as fast as it appeared, her hair tickling his chin as she shook her head vigorously.

“I just worry… t-that you will have to work harder later… to m-make up for this.”

His warmth withdrawing from her body, Maxi spun on her heel to face him, not quite sure how to understand this – until she felt his hand in her hair, his tongue parting her lips hungrily. Her back pinned against the battlement, she gasped for more and let him explore her mouth, beyond willing to repay each caress. Her arms reached around his neck, his hands sliding down her shoulders and past her waist, down to her bottom… Maxi pushed onto his chest, his hardness pressing against her as he pulled her flush against himself, her feet lifting off the ground. They broke apart for air, Riftan gazing up at her longingly, dying sun having her hair turn wine red. Wide-eyed, he drank the sight in carefully, taking note of each freckle over her face. His gaze followed the carnelian blush, from the tips of her ears, through her cheeks, down her neck… Riftan groaned.

“If only you could see yourself now, you’d know why I always lose myself in you.”

Riftan inhaled sharply, but he held her all the same, the tips of her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, only to brush against his Adam’s apple and tap his collarbone. Maximilian leaned down slightly, her usually bright eyes appearing closer to obsidian than anything else.

“We… should come inside… a-and take leave for the rest of t-today,” she uttered, her voice a barely audible whisper. Seemingly still not content with his state, she kissed his lips, her caress weighting no more than a feather. His body tensed.

“You’re a temptress.”

Castle corridors were much too long, Riftan cursing internally at every second staircase they had to cross. He was hardly a patient man, much less so when his wife clung to him, pleasant scent of rose oil raising from her hair, the heat seeping through her clothes driving him insane. Her cheeks burning in bright red, Maxi hid her face in the crook of his neck, servants politely pretending they hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary – or well, pretended as well as they could, few curious eyes still following them here and there.

The door to their bedchamber opened, and before Maxi even knew it, her shoes fell to the floor, her back being pressed into the soft sheets as Riftan’s hand trailed a path up her calf. Her thigh seemed to burn as he stroked it, the skirt of her dress bunching up around her waist allowing for air to cool her skin. Impatient, Maxi spread her legs apart, thus earning herself a smile from her husband. He leaned down to kiss her, her lips parting for him as she reached below his tunic, his groan spilling into her while his thumb brushed against her sensitive bud, his fingers teasing her entrance…

Maxi buckled against his palm, his digits slipping inside her without any resistance. She tightened herself around them, something within her withering when he pulled back. There was no rational thought she could think at the time, the yearning in the pit of her stomach only intensifying with each passing moment.

Her heart drummed.

Riftan pulled the tunic over his head and undid the straps of his trousers.

Her pulse was deafening in her ears, her skin growing scalding hot. She propped herself on her elbows – and he stole her breath, tasted her like a starved man, utterly ravenous of her. Dexterous hands pulled at the lacing of her dress. The garment and her underwear disappeared. Maxi gasped, Riftan staring down at her –

A rain of kisses fell onto her shoulders, his teeth nibbling at her freckles, only for him to descent further, a rose garden of marks blooming in the wake of his lips. Her collarbones, her bosom, her nipples, her ribs, sides, midriff, the tender skin just below her navel, nothing was spared from his affection. Dazed, Maxi shivered below his caresses, a moan slipping out of her throat as he sucked on the inside of her thigh. Her eyes snapped open, the realisation dawning onto her – but the world slipped her as he made himself comfortable between her legs, his tongue lapping at her sensitive place. She squirmed, but he kept her from escaping with just a single arm, the fingers of his free hand pushing into her…

“R-Riftan!” she cried, but he didn’t wish to stop.

“Humour me… I haven’t tasted you in too long…” he murmured, his breath warming her flesh as he relentlessly worked her to her heights.

She felt feverish, the fire within her belly only growing worse, her muscles tensing as the blaze rose. Quite sure she’d lose herself if she didn’t get away in time, Maxi held onto his arm, her fingers curling around his wrist as she attempted to pull it back… Only for Riftan to hold her hand instead.

“P-Please… No more… I c-can’t –” her words melted into a moan, her body refusing to obey by her wishes, all residual reason withering away… Her hips buckled, her legs kicked – and he pushed her further, as far as he could take her, never once stopping until she began to tremble.

Riftan rose from his spot, his lips pressing soothing kisses upon her midriff while he waited for Maxi to calm down. If only she wanted to, that is. Frantic hands reaching for his shoulders, she urged him to move up her body, her lips searching for his with newly found ferocity. Maxi gasped as she tasted herself over his tongue, shaking legs hooking behind his back to pull him closer, pleading for him to finally fill her… To lose himself in her, so that she could be lost in him.

Her mind ceased. There was only his name and that overwhelming heat, only his groans as he thrust into her.

***

Maxi awoke to the sound of splashing water, warm liquid climbing up her back as an arm hooked around her waist moved. Still feeling mildly groggy, she clung to the person holding her, her arms still being locked behind his neck. Her ear pressed against his pulse, she listened to the beat of his heart, the steady rhythm soothing her tired body…

“Is this the end of your nap?” Riftan asked, his voice reverberating through her. Maxi groaned quietly, as if wishing to disagree. Nevertheless, she opened her eyes and stretched her back, quite surprised to see the clear look of amusement over his features.

“Y-you didn’t h-have to bathe me,” she mumbled, nestling against him once more, sleep refusing to let go of its hold over her.

“I did.”

“N-no,” Maxi mumbled again, although this time her voice was somewhat clearer. Her brows furrowed. “I-I could do i-it o-on my own.”

Riftan laughed – and she sat up straight, her dazed mind being utterly displeased with his clear disregard for her ability to take care of herself. True, they did make love, but… He kissed her forehead, her frown thus being dispelled. Her rubbed her arm, which still reached behind his neck.

“You could. But you held onto me so hard I couldn’t get up without you,” he chuckled, clearly pleased with the state of affairs, and with the blush which lit the tips of her ears red, before spreading to eventually take over her entire face.

“I- I… Did?”

“You did. Now, turn around, so that I can wash your hair.”

Maxi followed his instructions, grateful for the fact that Riftan let her live down her embarrassment, even if he clearly enjoyed the situation. He began to slowly detangle her hair, just as he always would, utterly and undeniably devoted to her, thankfully bound by something more than their vows.

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zoraedits · 2 years

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Riftan & Maximilian Calypse.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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They are in love, but they are both idiots, save them from themselves

Mommah devoured Under The Oak Tree and must now write some smut

That night, at the Inn, she became truly his.

“Say my name. It is Riftan.” He rumbles. The sound of his voice still sends tiny shockwaves through her lower belly. She wonder if it will ever stop affecting her. “Ri-riftan.” She stutters on his name, feeling utterly ashamed of it at once. She can’t even say her husband’s name without fumbling it. He must hate her, for sure.

But instead, the Knight swears under his breath and leans in. His lips connect to hers. It makes Maxi’s heart stutter. She can’t help a whimper from slipping out of her mouth. Riftan groans in reply and deepens the kiss a little by tilting his head. Maxi barely knows how to react, bar kissing back as best she can. It makes Riftan groan again. His tongue flicks against her upper lip. Maxi moans, giving him the chance to lick into her mouth. Maxi feels like she is melting. Riftan explores her mouth, taking his time. It feels good, warming her up from the inside and making her tremble. She whimpers softly. Riftan caresses her tongue with his own.

Something inside her opens up, like a rose in bloom. She has no idea what it is. She can’t address it. She has never been taught about these things.

Riftan breaks the kiss to take a breath and look down on Maxi. She is panting, too, her chest heaving. Her nipples have pebbled into hard pink peaks and her cheeks are red with fluster. “Maxi, you are so beautiful.” He rumbles. She flushes even darker and looks away from him. “Don’t be shy.” Riftan leans in to press gently kisses onto the kiss of her neck. Maxi can’t help soft whimpers from tumbling out of her mouth. Riftan swears under his breath. He nips softly at her jaw. “Oh!” Maxi can’t help herself.

Riftan’s mouth finds Maxi’s lips again. He devours her as though he needs her kisses more than oxygen. Maxi whimpers against his lips and kisses back as best she can. She is inexperienced, but tries to answer his passion. Passion she does not know what to do with. She is trembling, making Riftan pull back. “Are you okay?” He asks. Maxi flusters as dark as possible and looks away from him. “Maxi.” Riftan rumbles. “I-I’m fine..” She mutters. Riftan leans in again to kiss at her neck and throat and her shoulder. Maxi whimpers and moans. He breathes her in and tastes of her. He feels like his blood is aboil with desire for her. He wants her so badly. But hew knows he should do this right, for her.

His mouth wanders lower, to her breasts. Maxi flusters darkly. “Your skin is so warm and soft.” He rumbles. Maxi has no idea what to say in reply. Instead she shyly extends her hand and strokes his hair and his face. Riftan raises his head to look into her eyes. He leans into her touch and smiles feebly at her. But soon he lowers himself, taking her right nipple into his mouth. Maxi cries out. Not in pain, but in surprise, in pleasure and because she had never even knew men did these type of things to women. She’s never been taught. Riftan sucks and licks at her nipple, only to then switch to the left. Maxi trashes and moan below him, not sure what to do with herself. It feels so good. Riftan pins her down below his body to keep her as still as he can. But Maxi has no more control over herself. She whines and curls her body into his vast muscular torso.

Riftan kisses her again, his tongue licking into her mouth, to taste the sounds she is making. And it is so good. He can barely get enough of kissing her.

Though his hand wanders. Her thighs feel hot under the tips of his fingers. Maxi squirms and flusters. She is shy, but oh so stimulated. It is nothing she has ever felt before. Of course she has never explored herself. Riftan gingerly parts her folds ever so gingerly. He does not want to hurt his beloved wife. Maxi gasps and attempts to hide her face in her pillow. “Please look at me.” Riftan grunts. Maxi flusters as darkly as she can. Riftan wonders if her pleasure embarrasses her. He begins to rub at her clit all the same. Maxi squeals, her body jolting, as if in surprise. She twitches and squirms away. Riftan backs up. “Did I hurt you?” He rasps. Maxi tentatively looks up at him. “N-no.” She mutters. “Was it unpleasant. I won’t do it again if you didn’t like it.” Riftan replies. Maxi flushes darkly. “It’s ... it’s so much.” She stammers. She swallows audibly. “Did you feel it before?” Riftan furrows his brow. Maxi shakes her head. It hits Riftan that she has likely never experienced pleasure before. He begins to feel guilty for how little care he showed her upon their wedding night. He surely plans to make up for that.

“Should I not do it?” He asks. Maxi chews her bottom lip. “Y-you can d-do it if you wa-want.” She stutters. “Only if you want it, too.” Riftan replies. “I d-do.” Maxi squeaks.

Riftan’s fingers part Maxi’s folds once more. He finds her clit again and resumes stroking ever so softly. Maxi whines and hides her face in her pillow. She squirms a little, but not much. She does her best to keep still, even though her body is a bit overwhelmed with what she is feeling. “Is it good?” Riftan asks. Maxi nods shyly. This encourages Riftan to keep going. He does not increase speed or pressure, he just keeps going. Maxi moans softly. Her pelvis rolls up into his touch ever so slightly. Riftan swears under his breath. The way she responds is beginning to affect him. But he knows he has to do this right. He has to show her he can be a good and worthy husband.

Maxi begins to tense, whimpering and whining softly. She’s on the edge of her climax, Riftan just knows it. “Let yourself go.” He whispers. Maxi does not heed right away, she’s still holding back. But when Riftan leans down deeply kiss her, rather than focusing on this new strange sensation, she focuses on him. And something inside her just bursts. Riftan’s finger trails down ever so slightly to test her wetness. “You’re gushing.” He whispers. Maxi flusters, looking ashamed.

Riftan slowly presses his finger into her. Maxi gasps. Her inner walls cling to the digit and she claws at the sheets. “It is alright, hold onto me if you need.” Riftan murmurs. Maxi only whines in reply. Riftan slowly begins to thrusts his finger. Maxi’s eager wetness accepts him so readily it almost makes him dizzy. Carefully he adds a second digit. Maxi moans and grabs at his shoulders. Riftan opens his fingers slightly, to make sure she is stretched out for him. Maxi cries out and clenches on his fingers again. Riftan swears under his breath.

He can no longer wait. He withdraws his fingers from her and positions his pelvis against hers. “M-may I?” He rasps. Maxi meekly nods, flustering all over again. Slowly, he thrusts into her. Maxi cries out, digging her nails into his skin. “It’s alright. Hold me.” Riftan whispers.

#Maxi x Riftan #Under the Oak Tree #maximilian croix #riftan calypse #smut under the cut

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request rules

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requests: closed please refer to my requests open vs closed page for more info

smut requests: closed indefinitely (i will accept spicy/make-out/pre-smut)

what I write for:

stranger Things

harry potter

outer banks

teen wolf

spiderman

fear street

under the oak tree

a few notes:

i do not write for the stranger things kids since they are children and i am over 18, i do not feel comfortable writing for children.

all characters i do write for are aged to be legal

i will not do a request if it makes me uncomfortable/would make my readers uncomfortable

every imagine/headcanon/series has trigger warnings, regardless

PLEASE respect me and my readers

i will only ever write maxi x riftan for under the oak tree, not maxi x reader or riftan x reader. please look at my who i write for/who i don't write for page for more information

the rules:

1. check this page before requesting to check the status of my requests (if they are open or closed) and for specifications, such as:

- if requests are open

- if i am no longer writing for a show/movie

- if i no longer write for a character

2. i can deny writing a request, but i will explain why i chose not to write it so that i don’t just leave the requester hanging

3. this blog is a safe space for everyone. i will not write the request if it involves:

- anything nonconsensual

- anything discriminatory (I will not write a character to be a bigot)

- anything that could fuel misinformation/stigmatism/etc.

4. please be respectful of me and my readers. understand that i am doing this for free, i am a university student who needs to pay bills, i am getting a double major, and i am human. that means:

- i could go a while without posting original content (due to mental illness, time management issues, etc.)

- i have things that trigger me, myself, so I might not be able to complete a request

- i might be busy and can’t get to your request right away.- I might have a personal issue going on

- i might close requests for reasons other than my inbox being too full

- i don’t have the proper experience to write about some things (if that is the case, I will try and find another writer to write about it/recommend other writers/etc.) this also applies to things that involve: some forms of discrimination (reader facing it), some forms of prejudice, a certain type of bullying, etc. *this rule is not too enforced, it is circumstcial*

- remember, if i do not do a request, i will explain it! if i don’t fulfill a request based on personal reasons, i may recommend another writer or pass it to another writer.

5. just be respectful! this is all for fun! remember that!

6. this is more of a disclaimer: if you want certain pronouns, etc. PLEASE SPECIFY IN THE REQUEST! my default pronouns and sexual orientation is she/her while it’s usually undisclosed if bi/asexual/etc. unless stated otherwise. if you want specifics, please make sure you tell me so i can accommodate your request appropriately!

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