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October Updates

Hello, my lovely readers, I hope you all are doing well.

Unfortunately, I have to announce that there won't be any October monthly voting because a relative of mine has passed away and all sorts of chaos and problems just got thrown in.

This was absolutely beyond my expectations when I just got out of my 3 weeks of nonstop work.

At the same time, it seems I have underestimated my work schedule and its busyness as it appears that we are still not out of the busy season this time because of unexpected events happening around us.

So any updates or posting of any fanfic may be slower than how I like as sadly, I won't have too much time to tackle writing these next few months.

But don't worry! I still plan to post a fanfic at least once a month especially since we did that Sung Jinwoo x Reader voting. I intend to post those in the future, I promise that.

For now, any monthly voting would be unstable. It might happen or not depending on how it goes with my work on that monthly.

I'm really terribly sorry for this and for the past weeks of bad news that has been going on.

August One-shot voting poll

Hello everyone, its Heirloomgem here! I hope everyone is doing well.

As everyone knows, we did a voting poll for a monthly one-shot and the result was a landslide victory for YES!😁

Thank you so much for taking the time to vote! It means a lot to me.🥰

Anyways, since the final decision is a definitive YES.

The monthly one-shot voting poll will be with 3 different animes/mangas with each character. You can pick and choose whoever you want and whoever character wins, I'll release a one-shot fic of them.

You can also send me some suggestions/requests regarding the characters that are picked for the month only. However, I won't be able to do all the requests as I'm only picking some to write about.

With that said, I'll be only writing and posting a one-shot on the character who wins.😘

And so without further ado, we'll start now!

Here are the characters for August One-shot series to pick from:

Once 1 week is up and the result is out, I will be posting a one shot series on the winner right after.

Monthly Writing Plan

Hello, my lovely readers. It's me, heirloomgem! I hope that you guys enjoyed my latest fanfic and are doing well.

I'm actually planning on posting a monthly voting poll with 3 different animes or manga with characters to choose from.

You can pick/vote for whoever interests you and either send me any suggestions or request one shot regarding those characters. And whichever character wins on the voting poll, I'm going to post a one-shot series on them.

Please tell me if you are interested in it and I, then, would proceed with this plan.😊

I'm sorry for the past vote that was erased. I have to redo the voting duration. Please forgive me😫😭🙏

Under the Oak Tree

Riftan Calypse

Hebaron Nirta

Elliot Karon

Uslin Rikaido

Gabel Laksion

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

Yes Hebaron 👏

I want that man so bad!

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 glare, 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 your 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.”

How many of y’all are in a constant rotation of fictional men, in fictional scenes, in fictional worlds, in your fictional daydreams?

Just me?

Oh my gawd 😩🥵😩

@sukunababy you got me screaming out here! This Hebaron content has me weak!

𝑯𝑬𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑵𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

cw. size kink, praising, creampie, mirror sex, spanking, riding — m.list

an. thanks @aasouthteranoswife for the idea ✨ — rbs are appreciated

— SIZE KINK + PRAISE KINK

He spreads kisses in the crook of your neck as you gasp and cling to his shoulders, “to-too m-much” you stammer as you get filled.

“You’re doing good, pretty girl” Hebaron murmurs bringing one hand close to your head as he uses the other to squeeze your waist and hold you still, “I’m almost all the way in”.

You hold your breath as his thick cock stretches your cunt, after a long time of working you cum twice around his shaft.

“You make me feel so good,” he moans, sneaking a hand between your thighs to rub with his callused thumb on your puffy, sticky nub as he pushes his hips against yours.

“That’s it, you’re doing it so well,” he praises you as he watches how your creamy slit wraps around and sucks in his cock, how your belly bulges each time he pushes into you.

His thick fingers work your clit in circles as white cream slowly clings to his shaft, your pussy clenching in spasms around him, “cum for me, angel” he whispers rhythmically hitting that sweet spot of yours that makes you arch your back and curve your toes, gushing around his cock as Hebaron presses kisses on your puffy lips and comes with you.

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