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Rock Lee Removing His Weights

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Price's Beard

The rain continued to pour down outside the dimly lit cabin. The sky, dark and cold, a sharp contrast compared to the warmth of the fire that crackled in the hearth. Its light casting flickers of gold across the worn wood. Your bare legs rubbed against the rug that adorned the small room and you hummed in content pleasure.

Price sat on the floor, back against the seat of a leather armchair, one leg outstretched and the other bent to allow his forearm to rest on his knee. His glass of scotch held lazily in his fingers by the rim. You curled up between his legs, into his bare chest. Both your clothes, discarded and soaking wet, by the front door. Except Price was kind enough to offer you his hoodie. It was the only dry article of clothing to be found. The smell of cigars still clung to the fabric. 

You gently snatched the glass from his hand and took a sip. Not your preference. Though, it did give you the illusion of warmth as the scotch spread through you. You swirled the liquid inside, captivated by how the flickering firelight danced upon the amber hues, enchanting you with its glow.

“Beautiful…” You said absentmindedly.

Price grabbed the glass and sat it on the side table next to the chair. You peered up at him with a half hearted pout. He tilted his head, eyes narrowed slightly, the way they always did when he was calculating something. His beard, still damp from the storm, framed a slow, knowing smile as his eyes held yours.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you murmured, your voice low, like the way you’d speak in a church or a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

“Just thinking how lucky I am,” he said. His voice was gravelly and low, softened only by the hint of affection behind it. “Not many get something like this.”

You smiled, reaching up to brush a finger along the curve of his cheek and temple, where the firelight danced in his eyes. “You say that like you haven’t earned it.”

He hummed quietly. Though, you weren’t sure whether it was in agreement or not, because his head dipped down to place a slow and soft kiss on your lips. 

You let your fingers trail into his damp hair as the kiss deepened. The heat between you both rising. There was no rush in your movements, only a slow, reverent exploration, as if this moment was all that mattered, and there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here.

Price’s hand cupped the back of your head as his other hand glided up from your thigh to your hip. His thumb skimmed the frayed edge on the hoodie. As though asking for permission. You brought your leg up closer, a silent plea. 

He understood your unspoken desire. His hand roamed, stopping briefly to allow a small squeeze of your plush rear, before continuing up your back. 

Your hands had their own exploring to do. One hand tangled in his hair, while the other pressed firmly into the strength of his chest. Your fingers lovingly weaved through the blanket of hair that adorned his torso. 

His thumb drifted along the curve of your breast before his whole hand found it. That calloused thumb brushing over your nipple, elicited a small moan from your lips. Price smiled into your kiss. Pulling away by only a breath.

Your eyes fluttered open and the expression he wore was one of heavy lidded desire and quiet worship. As though you were a deity to be placed upon an altar. 

“Beautiful…” He said on a breath, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. 

Adjusting your both, he lowered you onto the rug, your hair spilling out around you like ink in water as he said, “Let me take my time.”

With your back to the floor, he positioned himself between your legs. You could see the outline of his erection in his boxers from here and desperately wanted to reach out for it. To feel its heat in your palm. But then, he pulled the hoodie up. Revealing your stomach. His lips placed delicate kisses on of it. You arched your back and allowed him to push the fabric up further to reveal your breasts to the glow of the firelight. 

His mouth found those with ease too. Slow and soft. As though he intended to kiss every inch of your skin in a show of worship. 

Your hands gripped the fabric of the hoodie, bringing it to your mouth and biting down on it as his mouth found your hard and wanting nipple. He sucked and licked and nipped. All the while his hands roamed over your exposed flesh. One of them dipped between your legs and that thumb once again taunted you with its delicate touch. Skimming through your folds until it found your clit.

Your mouth released the fabric of the hoodie to let out a breathy sigh, his name fluttering off your lips like a prayer.  

“That’s it…” Price said in between his ministrations of your breast, “Say my name like it's the only thing you know.”

He moved his hands up to completely remove the hoodie. Your body, now entirely bare for him. The fire crackled, a soft soundtrack to the way he stared at you with reverence, each movement unhurried, deliberate. His eyes never left yours, not even as he kissed his way lower, down through the valley of your breasts, over your ribs, pausing to savor every inch.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, his lips parted with anticipation, and then he vanished between your legs.

When his tongue slid through your folds you arched up with a soft gasp. Your hand tangled in his thick hair, the scratch of his beard drawing a sharp, delicious contrast to the warmth of his tongue.

He didn’t rush. No part of him ever did. He explored you slowly, as if he were learning you, memorizing every tremble and sigh. 

His name left your mouth again, as though he were deity now. When his lips found your clit, your thighs reflexively clenched around his head. His musing never wavered. 

You could barely keep her eyes open, watching the silhouette of his broad shoulders shifting with every movement, his grip firm around your thighs, holding you open, grounding you as you drifted into another plane of existence.

His rhythm was practiced and true. Increasing his momentum with every one of your whimpers until he found the right speed. The one that made both your hands grip his hair. The one that made your back arch and pushed stars into your vision. 

A surge of pleasure spread out from your core washed over you. A high pitched cry escaped the back of your throat. Piercing through the night like a firework. You bucked your hips up and clenched around nothing, but Price kept you in place with his firm grip. He didn’t stop his tongue until you had shakingly come down from your high. His eyes, watching you from below like a predator. 

Your hands released their grip on his hair and your back relaxed into the rug. Only then did Price pull himself from between your thighs. His forearms were braced on the floor and your legs were lazily hanging from his shoulders.

You glanced down at him and immediately covered your face at the sight of him, “Oh my god…your face…” You said with an embarrassed laugh.

He chuckled, “One of bliss I would imagine.”

You shook your head and peeked at him through your fingers, “No! Your beard…it’s…it's covered in, well…me.”

He laughed wholeheartedly and brought a hand up to wipe his chin. Where a slick and glossy sheen covered his beard. 

“Well…” He said in a low baritone, “What a nice problem to have.” 

You sat up on your forearms and stared at him as he licked his fingers clean, “Stop that.” You said with a click of your tongue.

He arched a brow at you, “Well, I need to clean it up somehow.”

You gave him a lopsided smile, that didn’t convey the scorn that you wanted, “Maybe you should shave your beard.”

He chuckled, low and menacing, “Not happening…but I think I can make a compromise by just shaving the chin.”

You threw your head back and laughed with your whole chest, “The great Captain Price is actually going to shave part of his beard off?”

Price adjusted himself and crawled up to meet your gaze head on. You stopped your laughs, and bit your bottom lip to fight back your unbridled smile.

“If it means I can taste your sweet cunt every night, then I would.”

Then, he kissed you with a deep and unfiltered passion. One that spoke again of that reverence. The taste of you still lingered on his lips. This time, nothing held you back. Your hand found his throbbing cock through the soft fabric of his boxers, drawn in by the gravity between you, by the promise of more. The moment settled around you both like a secret only the two of you would ever understand.

If you do not know this show, then you need to. I’m aging myself on this one, but I grew up watching this. I fucking loved it!

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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.”

Ahh I love cream cheese bagels too! So good! More questions for you! What kinds of things do you like doing in your spare time?! Whether it’s during spring or not. Also I hope you’re having/had a good day! - 💐

Sadly, I’m a workaholic. I am working from home right now. I write a lot. It’s my favorite hobby, always has been. It’s how I destress. I’m usually watching tv with my husband. We are night owls. He stays up way later than I do, usually playing WOW. Sometimes I play video games too. Like the Kingdom hearts or Uncharted games. I like story telling games.

Like I said before, I like the outdoors too. Hiking and kayaking are my top two. During the summer, I tend to go on really long walks with my dogs. When it’s warm, I try to get out as much as possible. However, winter is the opposite. I’m a true homebody in the winter.

I am having a good day! Hope you are too!