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ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 3

kenji sato x reader

summary: you learn all about the kaiju baby and the developments it has made, while spending time with kenji sato

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warnings: none:), lots of fluff, reader and kenji being emi's parents

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next morning, you were perched on a chair beside professor sato, yawning in fatigue.

kenji and professor sato made you stay the night at the mansion, providing you with a guest room.

you were up and early in the morning, eager to learn more about the kaiju baby at your disposal.

"come on. we have to stand up and measure you," professor sato spoke in a soothing voice.

"and analyze your entire genetic make up," mina added, hovering beside you.

but the baby kaiju still seemed doubtful of him, her beady curious eyes darting to you every so often.

"you guys are up already?" kenji stepped towards you, stopping at your side.

you spared a glance his way, giving him a sleepy wordless wave of greeting. you weren't one to get all cheerful and all in the morning. your brain had to flush out the exhaustion and drowsiness.

"kenji smiled back at you, offering you a cup of coffee, "thought you could use some,"

"oh, bless you. i can't thank you enough," you accepted it, sighing in bliss after taking your first sip.

kenji seemed pleased with your reaction, resting his elbows on the edge of your chair and standing behind you, his biceps bulging, "so, what are you doing?"

"we need to examine her so we can plan a training regimen to protect emi from protectors," professor sato said playfully at the kaiju baby.

kenji blinked, "emi? uh wait," he paused, "did you name her after mom?"

"i think she would approve,"

emi was still trilling in worry.

"okay emi," professor sato held up bunny in the hair, "now stand up nice and tall,"

emi got to her feet, slowly straightening up to her full height.

"my god," kenji deadpanned, "my dad's a kaiju whisperer,"

"good girl," i appreciated. emi's attention turned to you, letting out a happy squeal at your approval as her eyes brightened in excitement.

"ah well. looks like she's starting to like you," kenji stated.

"mina, please prepare to insert the microtracking device," professor sato instructed and the ai floated over, injecting as emi held out her hand.

"mina, treat please," professor sato took the donut when the ai handed it to him and held it out to the kaiju baby, "and before we eat, we say itadakiamsu,"

emi took the donut and munched on it, but few seconds later, her stomach let out a grumbling noise, and she looked like she was about to puke.

"professor sato, dr. y/n," mina addressed you both, "i believe that emi is experiencing a bit of nausea from the medicine.

you felt your chair being pulled backward and noticed it was kenji's doing.

"this never ends well," he stated as a matter of fact, "might wanna protect your coffee,"

i placed a hand over my cup, leaning back wearily as i let kenji drag me back.

"uh, dad, step away please," kenji waved at his father to get back when the professor didn't move,"

"oh she's fine," he brushed it off, "itdaki!-" the professor was knocked off his feet as he went flying backward, emi's puke hurling him to the wall at the far end, "-masu," he groaned, sliding to the floor.

kenji pursed his lips in amusement while you covered your mouth with your cup of coffee, letting out a laugh when emi trilled in joy.

you were jotting down everything kenji told you about emi's growth and development in these past few days, when emi leaped out of his hands and ran all around the room.

"get back here," kenji panted, "right now, missy!" he was in ultraman form, struggling to grab hold of emi, but the baby kaiju kept dodging him, running between his legs

emi squealed in delight, finding the entire situation entertaining.

you had put on your war suit to aid kenji; you couldn't grow in size like kenji but you had strange inhuman superstrength, much like kenji's alien genes.

you dodged a table emi had kicked your way, catching it and setting it down.

"here, baby. uh, c'mere," you had distracted her with a fish, handing it as a peace offering and got her to settle down.

emi sat on her butt in front of you, accepting the snack.

"that's my girl," you appreciated, caressing her leg as you leaned back on her.

after putting her to sleep, you headed to your guest room and took a long hot shower, easing your tired muscles.

you stepped out in nothing but a towel as wet strands of hair fell, framing your face.

you halted when you saw kenji sitting on the edge of your bed, wearing on his sweat as he had a towel slung on his shoulder.

"k-kenji," you stammered, placing a hand against the towel wrapped around your body, "w-what're you doing here?"

kenji's eyes widened at the sight of you, jaw going slack. he pursed his lips, taking a moment to reply, "it's been like thirty minutes and dad's hogging the water supply in my bathroom,"

his gaze followed a drop of water that dripped down your throat, following the dip of your collarbone and eventually into your cleavage, which was more prominent now because of your hand pressed against it.

kenji snapped his eyes away, feeling blood rush to his face, "s-so, um, i just wanted to use your shower. if you don't mind,"

"of course," you nodded, "go on. it's your house after all,"

"and it's your privacy after all," kenji stepped towards you, "i can't step all over it, can i?" he came to a stop in front of you, his gaze so sharp that they could burn the fluffy towel covering you.

you watched him in silence, contemplating his next move. he reached a hand forward and tucked a wet piece of strand behind your ear.

your skin tingled, goosebumps rising in your skin.

he brushed the back of his hand down your cheek, noticing the effect he had on you.

without another word, kenji stepped into the bathroom, grinning to himself, leaving you all bothered and flustered.

you were fixing your warbird suit in kenji's basement, having it haning in front of you.

seated on the table while your suit was held out in front of you.

emi who was watching her favourite rhymes about kaiju, ditched it and headed towards you, mesmerized by your suit.

you hadn't noticed her yet, too focused in the task in front of you.

it wasn't until she nudged your shoulder with her nail that you turned to her, "oh hi, emi baby," you greeted her kindly.

something about your voice captivated the kaiju baby and she stared at you in curiosity.

"uh, mina," you called the ai, it floated towards you, "why do i feel like emi's giving me heart eyes?"

"she is in a kind of way," mina spoke, "i suppose she can sense the feminine energy in you. naturally, her instincts would point her to the nearest-"

"-female," you completed, turning towards emi completely, "fascinating. didn't know her instincts were that sharp," you held out a hand for her and closed your eyes in uncertainty.

but emi surprised you by snuggling her giant beak into her palm, letting your hand slide over her big cheeks.

you snapped your head back to her, laughing in astonishment, "that's cute,"

emi let out a squeal, motioning her hands to you about something and you nodded, pretending to listen and just happy to be there.

that night, kenji came home to find you asleep on the floor with emi. the kaiju baby placed a hand over your body protectively (but it wouldn't touch you to not crush you under the weight of it).

mina had pulled up the baseball stadium stimulation and right now, you were in the middle of it with kenji and emi.

emi wanted to show you her batting skills that she learned from kenji, and you were more than intrigued to see a kaiju swing a baseball bat.

you stood beside kenji as he tossed the ball to an awaiting emi, "okay, girl. here comes the ball," he tossed it.

emi swung the bat with the right precision, sending the ball flying ahead.

"woaah!! that was amazing!" you dragged out the word, causing her to squeal out in contentment from her.

"yeah baby!" kenji pumped his fists into the air, "now, y/n, your turn,"

"what!" you defended, "hell no,"

"oh c'mon," he grinned, "emi would like to see you play too,"

"i can', and i won't, kenji sato," you stated firmly, crossing your arms.

"emi wants her mama to play too. isn't that right, emi?" kenji asked out loud.

emi trilled in reply, handing you a baseball bat to hold in an attempt to encourage you.

you stared down at it, "i don't know how to hold it,"

"i'll show you," kenji stood behind you, placing his hands over yours as he showed you how to swing the bat, his body covering yours.

you could feel his body heat radiate in waves, slowly engulfing you, "kenji..."

"yes, sweetheart?"

"w-what're you doing?"

his mouth pressed to your ears, grinning, "teaching you the basics,"

you nearly shivered, a tingle passing down your spine.

emi tossed the ball at you and you swung the bat with as much force as you could (with kenji's help too, of course). the ball went searing through the air and out of you.

"whooo!!" kenji appeared in front of you, jumping on his toes in excitement, "yeah!! that was great, y/n,"

his fingers caught yours, "now c'mon, we gotta run the bases," he pulled you after him, running down the path.

you ran after him, your hair blowing back and letting little laughs escape your lips. kenji chuckled at you over his shoulder.

emi chased after you and kenji, hands stretched in front of her as her face was pulled in a giggle while mina floated along cheering.

you and kenji jumped into the spot after finishing your laps, and emi followed your actions, hopping up and down with you both, sending sand flying in all directions.

everynight, professor sato would read the legendary ultraman stories to you, kenji, and emi, re-enacting them with hand motions.

you would lean back on emi's leg, while the baby kaiju rested its hand nail on your palm for you to hold.

kenji would glance and his heart would skip a beat at the sight every time.

step by step, you and the professor trained emi to defend herself using holographs; from drones, missiles, or from another kaiju.

emi made satisfactory progress as time went on, and you jotted it down, discussing the results with the professor.

while kenji was having a bad streak at his baseball matches, he was slowly climbing his way up, able to keep up with everything due to the help he got from you and his father.

the critics were finally favouring his side and showering him with praises and honors.

you, emi, and professor sato would sit together and watch kenji's matches together, cheering and hollering like fools.

the night the giants made it into the playoffs, kenji came home with a wide smile and you all celebrated his accomplishment.

kenji embraced you, lifting you off your feet for a moment before placing you back down.

you all were fast asleep in the basement, emi snuggled against you when your watch beeped once.

groggily, you peeked at it, sitting bolt right up from the incoming call.

"agent," the captain of kdf spoke into the phone when you answered it.

"yes sir," you nodded, conversing with him as he asked the needed questions.

you spared a glance at the others over your shoulder to make sure that they weren't eavesdropping, "nothing to worry sir, i have it all under control,"

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Sworn Protector

aegon x sister!wife!reader x the bloody ben we thought we got but we’re delusional 🫠

anniversary gift pt 2 but can be read alone!

Summary: Benjicot Blackwood is Aegon and yours sworn protector. He takes your protection and pleasure very seriously much to Alicent and Viserys dislike.

Warnings: 18+, graphic depiction of murder fr, blood, drinking, swearing, oral(m and f receiving), fingering, public, penetration(p in v), double penetration 🫣😮‍💨, honestly this whole fic is a warning idk what to say!!!!

Authors Note: “look at me, this isn’t you.” moment and honestly good for y/n, fucking the sworn protector is a family tradition apparently 🫣, no bc i’m enjoying writing this problematic throuple too much 🧎🏼‍♀️, i may make one more part idk but it’s set up for that so we shall seeeeee

Word Count: 3.9k

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I jolt awake as I hear the relentless crack of bone and squelch of blood. Aegon is like a rock next to me refusing to wake or be bothered. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the door to listen through. Metal slams into flesh repeatedly as I crack open the door and gasp at the scene before me.

“Ben?! Ben stop!” my balance wavers as I rip open the door and see the state of the man beneath him. “Benjicot Blackwood I said that’s enough!” I shout firmly and his bloodied fist halts, hoovering above the mans pulverized face.

“I’m sorry.” Ben turns to look at me as the man’s blood continues to cascade down his face.

Guards rush into the hall and stop abruptly taking in the scene. They look from me to Ben and then down to the unrecognizable body. Some of them put their hands on their sword pommels and before I can think I step in front of Ben protectively.

“Princess go back to your chambers and we will deal with this.” a guard holds his hands out in front of him slowly walking towards me.

“If you come closer to her you will be in the same state as this man here.” Ben spits as he rises and towers behind me.

“Enough,” I hiss out to him. Gods the one time I wish Aegon were actually awake to help me deal with something. “You all will see to it that this mess is cleaned up. Ser Benjicot was simply doing his duty and protecting Aegon and I. I’ll hear no more on this matter at this hour.” my voice unwavering hoping they’ll listen and heed my words.

“What happened that could lead to this?” a guard asks baffled, his face turning queasy.

“I intend to question him myself, along with Aegon, to get to the bottom of this. We shall speak on the morrow.” I toss over my shoulder pushing Ben into our chambers and sealing us shut behind the doors.

“What the fuck?” I push him harshly into open space of our chambers. “What the fuck was that?” I ask again throwing my hands in the air at a loss for words.

Ben says nothing and takes a seat in a chair as I fill up a glass with wine. I begin to light some candles around our chambers as it’s still hours before sunrise. I take a long sip and exhale deeply. I walk over to the bed and shake Aegon a little more roughly than needed.

“What is it?” Aegon pushes me off of him and rolls over.

“Get up. We have a situation.” I grit out through my teeth. “Ben just slaughtered a man outside of our chambers and I don’t know what to do.” Aegons eyes shoot open.

“What are you talking about?” he sits up and his eyes bulge as they land on Ben’s bloody face. “What the fuck?”

“Hey.” Ben smiles and offers us a small wave.

“What happened?” Aegon rises out of bed completely nude and takes a seat in a chair near Ben.

I refill my glass while pouring them each a cup of wine and bring it to them. I claim the couch and spread out. I cross my legs and take a sip of wine as I look to Ben expectantly for him to begin telling his story.

“Some cunt from the servant staff was walking the halls with his little cunt friends,” Ben’s voice starts to rise. “He started saying all it took to become the new sworn protector was to fuck you. He said he planned to walk into your chambers and take you as you were while Aegon slept beside you.” I can feel the rage radiating off of him in palpable waves.

“So you killed him? Brutally?” Aegon raises his eyebrows shaking his head in disbelief yet a smile begins to form on his lips.

“Yes.” Ben says nodding as if nothing is wrong with that answer

“Well at least we know you do a thorough job.” Aegon shrugs and sips his wine. “Shall we call you our sworn executioner now?” he smirks walking to the bathing chambers.

“Come, let us clean you up.” I hum offering Ben my hand.

Ben looks up to me as he grabs my hand. His gaze never leaves mine as he places a soft kiss on my forehead. I lead us over to Aegon who has a basin of water and a clean cloth. We have Ben sit as we begin to remove his bloody armor.

“Thank you for protecting me in the halls, although, it shouldn’t have come to that.” Ben looks to me as I begin wiping off his face.

“We all protect each other.” Aegon adds as he removes the last piece of Ben’s armor. “Truth be told, this will most likely be blamed on us anyway.” Aegons eyes look to mine.

“As long as Ben can stay I care not.” I say shrugging as I try to wipe dried blood off his brow.

“Agreed.” Aegon hums bringing a clean cloth to Ben’s neck to start wiping the blood from there.

We finish cleaning Ben in silence as he stares at the both of us with devotion. The pile of bloody armor is moved to the bath so it can be washed in the morning. Our hands begin to slowly undress Ben and lead him over to our bed.

“Thank you for protecting my wife.” Aegon hums helping Ben lay back on the bed. “Let me reward you.” his smile is devilish as he slowly begins to remove Ben’s underwear.

Once freed Ben’s cock bounces against his lower stomach as he stares at us with low lids. Aegon nestles himself between Ben’s thighs as I cuddle into Ben’s side. I turn Ben’s head to face mine and capture his lips into a heated kiss. Ben groans deeply into my mouth as Aegon licks him from base to tip.

“Shh, shh,” I whisper as I trail kisses down his jaw.

Aegon takes Ben fully in his mouth, accepting every inch until he reaches the base. Aegon begins to lift his head leaving trails of spit coating his member. Ben lets out a strangled whimper as Aegon brings his hand up to his balls.

“Fuck, my Prince.” Ben rasps as one of his hands tangles in Aegons hair.

Aegon chuckles around Ben as his hips begin to jerk. Aegon uses both of his hands to push Ben’s hips into the bed and shower him with the pleasure of his mouth. I start to kiss and suck on Ben’s neck as our names fall from his lips like a prayer.

“Come for us.” I murmur against his neck before I bite down on his pulse point.

A low groan spills from Ben’s mouth as his hips twitch as he begins to fill Aegons throat. Aegon licks every drop that Ben has to offer him. He continues offering small licks as Ben’s thighs begin to shake.

“My prince,” Ben groans pulling Aegon off of him by his hair.

Aegon chuckles lowly as he crawls up Ben’s body and claims his lips for his own. Aegon releases Ben and turns to me to ensnare me. I sigh into Aegons mouth as I taste Ben. We slowly pull apart and all cuddle into each other on the spacious bed.

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My eyes flutter open as the morning light peeks through our windows. I untangle myself from Ben and Aegon and softly pad over to the doors. I poke my head out to ask a guard to have a servant bring up some fresh water and cloths.

The supplies are brought to me with haste along with a letter for the three of us to hold an audience with the King and Queen once we dress. I bring the supplies into the bathing chambers and begin to clean off Ben’s bloody armor. The bath water has turned a deep burgundy and I sigh when I see that it’s also crusted under my nails.

“You don’t have to clean up after me.” Ben whispers to me as I jump at his voice.

“Am I not ceaselessly cleaning up after the both of you?” I raise my eyebrow as a smile spreads across my face.

Aegon begins to stir from the bed and sits up pouting at being left alone. He gets up and joins us in the bathing chambers and I tell them about the note I received. We all slowly pull our clothes on and Aegon and I help Ben put his armor back on.

Upon opening the door we’re greeted with the stain that has been left from last nights events. We walk past silently and flow down down the steps. As we turn the corner we can see Viserys atop the throne looking less than pleased.

“I’m far too sober for this.” Aegon whispers in my ear.

“Hush,” I elbow him in the side.

“Your Grace.” Ben says bowing deeply.

“Who cares to tell me what happened last night?” Viserys voice is rough as he looks to all three of us.

“A man was heard loudly speaking in the halls of how it was his plan to come into our chambers to rape and harm me. Ser Benjicot was simply protecting me from those events occurring.” I offer hoping my somewhat thought out words will distract them from the brazen violence that followed.

“So you took his life? We have dungeons for a reason boy.” Viserys voice carries throughout the empty hall as he looks to Ben.

“I-“ Ben starts.

“Is it not his job to protect me and Aegon? By whatever means necessary?” I challenge Viserys as my voice rises to meet his.

“Daughter, I’m not mad that he protected you, I’m mad that there’s stain on the stone reminding us of the brutality.” Viserys eyes narrow on me.

“Gods save us! There’s a stain on the stone.” Aegon brings a hand to his forehead rolling his eyes.

“Aegon.” Alicent warns staring daggers at him.

“You three already cause me enough rumors and whispers throughout court. If you’re going to kill someone for my daughter at least make sure there’s no one to witness it.” Viserys relents shaking his head looking to Ben. “All three of you leave the Keep, I do not wish to see you for the rest of the day.” he waves his hand at us in dismissal.

Ben takes us past the guard quarters so he can remove his armor before we leave for the day. We linger on the front steps not really having an idea of where to go. I suggest we claim an empty villa in the gardens and have drinks and food catered to us.

“Excellent idea, my love.” Aegon claps his hands together. “And where are the gardens again?” he clears his throat.

“This way.” I roll my eyes and lead us.

I find us a villa surprisingly quick and servants are upon us in moments. We order many bottle and ask for them to close the billowy curtains around us for extra privacy. We have an intimate table at the entrance and a couple of couches and chairs tucked away in the back.

“Why didn’t I know about this place sooner?” Aegon relaxes back into his chair with his glass.

“Because you wouldn’t appreciate it as the sanctuary that it is.” I hum as I take a sip of the sweet wine.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Ben breathes out looking to us.

“Don’t be.” Aegon scrunches his brows.

“My actions just made your father kick us out of the Keep for the day.” he clenches his fists angry with himself.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” I shrug my shoulders with a smile.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” Aegon raises his glass to me and we look to Ben expectantly.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” Ben sighs raising his glass.

“You don’t have this position just because you fuck me. You are a brave knight who understands us but loves and protects us anyway.” I say grabbing his hand with an appreciative smile.

“Our father is basically a walking corpse. By the time we stumble into the Keep later he’ll probably forget all about it.” Aegon offers with a lopsided smile.

“And we can forget all about it right now.” I drain my cup and go to refill it.

We sit and drink and let Ben vent for a while listening intently to him. More drinks are brought to us along with lunch and we leisurely graze. The air starts to get warmer and we all shed out of our first layer of clothing leaving us absolutely indecent.

“Up on the table. I want to write my apology with my tongue.” Ben turns to me with low lids as his words go straight to my core.

He moves our glasses and bottles then turns to me expectantly. I slowly rise out of the chair on shaky legs, giggling as the wine rushes to my head. Ben stands grabbing my waist and placing me on the table. He claims his seat once more and pulls me closer by my hips causing my silk slip to bunch around my waist.

“Finally we have some good food.” Aegon chuckles lowly as Ben starts to dip his head down.

Ben places a soft kiss on my wet center sending a shiver through my body. He trails his tongue along my slit making my breath catch in my throat. A breathy sigh escapes my lips as he pulls back to place small kisses on my inner thighs.

“Ben,” his name seeps out of my mouth as he playfully bites down on my tender flesh.

He props my legs on his shoulders and finally brings his torturous mouth to my core. His main focus becomes my clit and at the rapid pace his tongue is moving I would believe that he’s truly writing his apology. A cry erupts from my throat as he slides two fingers into me.

“You guys are so hot.” Aegon groans.

My eyes follow Aegons voice and our eyes lock. My eyes roll back as Ben starts to curl his fingers. Once my vision returns Aegon is hovering over the table and claims my lips. I squeak out in surprise as wine trickles out the sides of our mouth as Aegon brought some with to the kiss. I get lost in the taste of Aegon and the wine as my hips begin grinding onto Ben’s face.

Ben’s rhythm never falters as he begins to pump his fingers faster. Aegon releases my mouth and I let out a loud moan as Ben starts with a third finger. One of my hands buries itself in Ben’s hair and he grunts as I pull. Moans fall from my mouth like a symphony as my orgasm slams through my body washing me in pleasure.

Ben continues with his tongue and fingers while pulling my hips even closer to his face. My whole upper body is arching off the table as he continues his assault. Aegon brings his mouth back to mine to try and hide the whimpers and moans that have been pouring from my mouth.

“Quiet down before I shove my cock in your mouth to silence you.” Aegon says hoovering above my lips.

I come hard squeezing my legs shut around Ben’s head and sobbing into Aegons mouth. Ben offers small licks that continue to send jolts through my body. He finally detaches himself from me and looks up to me with a wet face.

Ben removes both of my legs slowly offering kisses down each until they’re hanging off the table. Aegon grabs my ankle and pulls me over to him. I slide across the table giggling as I stop in front of Aegon.

“I think I would like a taste too.” he hums before bringing his mouth to my over sensitive core.

“Aegon fuck,” I breathlessly pant as his tongue laps at me.

I fall back onto the table with a thud as his tongue zeros in on my clit. My body is trembling with pleasure at every swirl of his tongue. Ben captures my lips in a kiss and swallows all of my whimpers. My hips rise off of the table as I explode all over Aegons tongue.

“Fuck, please,” I whine voice cracking as he continues with his mouth.

“You can give him one more on the table.” Ben coos to me as he pushes my slip the rest of the way up.

Once I’m fully exposed on the table Ben wastes no time reaching for my breasts. His fingers are quick to start pinching and pulling my nipples. Both of their names fill the space between the pants that tumble from my mouth.

“Aegon, I- I, fuck Ben,” a sob tears through me as I come across Aegons tongue again.

“Mm, such a good girl for us.” Ben whispers smoothing my hair.

Aegon removes himself to sit up and take in my disheveled state. My breathing is ragged as my chest rises and falls. Ben slowly pulls my slip back down and they shower my body with kisses offering me words of praise.

“Come, let’s go lay on the couches with some wine.” Ben offers me his hand as Aegon gathers the bottles and cups.

As I hop off the table my legs threaten to give out underneath me. I giggle as Ben’s hands rush to my forearms to help steady me. We all collapse onto the couch which is more of the size of a bed thankfully for us. Aegon hands us our cups filled anew and we all sip in silence.

The wine helps me calm my breathing as I sink back into the couch between the two of them. They both have hands grasped on my thighs rubbing soothing patterns and squeezing softly.

“I wanna fuck you.” Ben’s breath fans across my neck as he trails kisses up my jaw.

“Please Ben,” I whine as his hand travels under my slip to wet core.

“Get on your stomach. Head in Aegons lap.” he nods his head standing up to tower above us.

I slowly start to turn over and place my head on Aegons thighs and raise my ass into the air. I feel the day bed dip behind me and turn my head to look up at Aegon who is smirking down at me. Ben’s hands go to my hips and lift them up to meet his. His tip swirls around in my wetness and glides against my clit causing me to gasp.

“You ready?” Ben asks breathlessly trailing a hand down my spine.

“Yes,” I mewl as I rock my hips back.

He slowly slides every inch into me as I bury my head in Aegons lap. Once his hips are flush against my ass I sigh pushing it back into him seeking more friction. He pulls out and slams back into me almost sliding me across Aegons legs. Both of his hands grab my hips roughly as he starts pounding into me.

Moans keep pouring from my mouth has his hips repeatedly snap into mine. My hands are gripping Aegons thighs as my nails bite into him. I rest my head on his thigh and get lost in my pleasure as Ben continues with no end in sight.

“Keep her quiet.” Ben looks to Aegon as a particularly loud moan falls from my lips.

Aegon is quick to slide his underwear down and free his cock. He wastes no time trailing it along my parted lips. I let my tongue fall out of my mouth and press into his hardened length. Aegon groans and begins to push himself inside my mouth.

“Taking us both so well.” Aegon groans moving my hair to the side so he can watch.

I begin to sloppily bob my head as spit trails out from the sides of my mouth. I groan around Aegon as Ben lifts my hips a little higher to reach a new angle. Tears are streaming down my cheeks as Aegon sets a pace of his own.

Aegon and Ben find a rhythm where when pulls out the other is pushing in. My body is shaking from the amount of pleasure I’m receiving and I let out a harsh sob when Aegons sneaking fingers find my abandoned clit.

“Fuck, squeezing me so good.” Ben pants as his hips begin to falter before he finds a new rhythm.

Aegon shoots down my throat without warning and it begins to spill out the side of my mouth. He pulls out panting and stokes my jaw affectionately. Ben’s hands travel up my spine before wrapping around my front. He pulls me up flush against his chest and begins driving his cock up into me. He wraps a hand around my throat and turns my head to look back at him.

“Beautiful.” Ben whispers as his mouth attaches to mine.

Aegons come mixes with saliva trailing down mine and Ben’s face. His hand applies soft pressure and I kiss him even harder. I whine into Ben’s mouth as I feel Aegons traitorous tongue begin to softly lick at my clit. Ben and I break away from the kiss and gaze down at Aegon. Ben and I both come as we look upon him under us.

We all slowly pull apart and fall back onto the bed, breathing ragged. Aegon takes a sip of wine and passes the cup to us. We all look thoroughly ruined as we lounge back into the couch.

“Someone has to call a servant for more wine.” Aegon sighs as he picks up the empty bottles.

“You’re already up.” I roll my eyes. “Wait! Put some fucking pants on before you scar the staff.” I shout at him before he opens the curtains.

“As if your moans didn’t do that already.” Aegon tosses over his shoulder as he slips back into his trousers.

Aegon breezes out of the villa and Ben tucks me into his side. He kisses me lazily as his fingers stroke my cheek. We pull apart when Aegon returns with more bottles and candles as the sun is beginning to set.

We continue drinking late into the night and then start to pull our clothes on to make our way back to the Keep. We stumble in the main doors giggling and hanging off of each other. As we make it up the stairs Alicent is standing in front of our chambers with a scrunched brow.

“All of you get to bed. Now.” she says through her teeth. “We will discuss your actions in the garden on the morrow when, Gods hoping, you all will be sober.” she looks to us with disgust and swishes back to her chambers.

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Yandere hitman squad

Introducing Moros The Torturer

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Yandere Torturer who accidentally kidnapped you in broad daylight in front of a casino, instead of their actual target. Snatching you into his car and making you pass out from the lack of oxygen getting to your lungs from his huge hands covering the bottom half of your face.

Yandere Torturer That freaks out once he’s tied you into a chair in his “fun basement” when they pulled off the bag placed over your head. Only to see the most beautiful goddess he’s ever laid eyes on. He unknowingly studied your facial features in awe, as a dark thought creeped inside the confines of his mind. He wondered how pretty you’d look if you cried right now on his d—

Yandere Torturer That snaps out of it and gets so embarrassed to the point that he knocks you back tf out again. Resorting to using bribes in order to get the Hacker to reveal your location so he can drop you back off safe and sound. Tucking you underneath the covers silently praying that for you to pass this whole incident as a weird dream, and not remember anything the next day.

Yandere Torturer Who’s casually shopping for groceries to cook for his squad members, only to run into you at the store. And get a mini heart attack when you asked if his 6ft 9 giant ass could pick you out some snacks from the top shelf. Which he did with sweat dripping down his face gently shoving the bag of chips into your chest before walking off without his shopping basket of food.

Yandere Torturer who inwardly melts inside as you returned his shopping cart to him giggling, when your small hands brushed against his scarred ones. The same large jagged hands, that he’s used so many time to rip the bloodcurdling screams from out his previous assigned targets. That are now trembling under your light touches, when you handed the cart over to him.

Yandere Torturer Who is now hooked, watching you longingly as you thanked him for the help earlier before giving him a wave goodbye and walking away. Congrats now you’ve got a fan on your hands!

Yandere Torturer That stalks you from time to time making sure you get home safe after your nightly shifts. Will gladly torture any one who proves to be a nuisance towards you in any way shape or form. Oh the rude customer from before didn’t come back from taking a piss outside? Well that’s because his legs were sawed off in the parking lot behind a dumpster.

Yandere Torturer who is a gentle giant when it comes to his precious sunshine, but also turns into an teenage boy going through puberty if he’s found himself touching you. Wether it be accidentally or just casual friendly contact, it never fails to get his little monster up.

Yandere Torturer Suffering from simpitis meaning that he’s completely whipped for you, but is an socially awkward mess that has a stutter whenever it comes to talking with you.

Yandere Torturer That will be your sworn protector and guardian, he will always be there when you need him…Always

[imshymorph]

soft!price my beloved

Price sees himself as a protector, a force that will keep away anything that might hurt his loved ones. More importantly, keeping away any potential pain from you.

And he generally does, his body and serious expression are more than enough to keep most people away. His ability to plan ahead and keep himself focused no matter the situation having come in handy multiple times during your marriage.

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But something that he won’t ever admit to liking is being the little spoon. Hell, not even liking, he loves it. Feels so much peace when you hold him and make him feel safe. But he won’t admit it, because he’s the one supposed to make you feel safe, the one to hold you and reassure you (at least that’s what he believes).

The funny thing is, he tries (and believes) he’s sly with it, that it really looks casual. The way he’ll find any and all excuses to be the one to be wrapped in your arms without you noticing he planned it. But you absolutely know, always do.

You know when you find him in the kitchen, back turned to you as he gets late breakfast ready after a lazy weekend morning. You walk up to him, wrap your arms around him and press your chest to his back, your cheek resting on his shoulder blade. You know because of the small pleased grunt he lets out, the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips and the way he seems to melt into you.

You know because he doesn’t mutter a single complaint as you stay like that up until breakfast is ready and served. Only then do the positions change as he sits in his regular place and pulls you to sit on his lap instead of your chair across from him.

It’s also obvious when you are laying on the couch, watching a movie and mindlessly scrolling through your phone from time to time. He comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower, saying something about how it felt good after his daily run. And then he complains about how you take up the whole couch.

Before you can sit up and move to make space, he’s pressing you further back. You back flush against the couch pillows as he slots himself between your arms, his head resting on your arm and tucked under your chin as he pulls the other around him.

If you say anything about it he’ll excuse it saying you were already laying, he didn’t want to make you get up. The arm around him you say? Well, you both “barely fit at the same time, love.” it’s just so he doesn’t fall.

But your favourite one definitely has to be when it’s getting late at night, the both of you feeling your eyes start to get heavy. As you get into bed, he lays beside you and pulls you into what he insists is “your rightful place in his arms”.

He tucks one arm under your head for you to use as a pillow, the other one around your waist, warm hand splayed over your stomach. His head tucks in the crook of your neck and he presses a kiss along with a softly spoken “good night, love.”

The reason for it to be your favourite is that you two never wake up like that. Instead he’s the one with his back turned to you. Your face buried against the centre of his back, legs tangled with his and arms around his waist.

When he wakes up early in the morning due to his military training, thinking you’re still asleep yourself, he lets out a soft sigh and scoots back to press closer to you. One of his hands moves to lace his fingers with yours as he falls asleep again. It makes you smile, wrapping your arms a bit tighter and pressing a kiss to his shoulder before dozing off as well.

[idkyetxoxo]

Daemon Targaryen - Rumours

Summary - Tensions rise as the princess grapples with the weight of whispered accusations regarding her virtue, all stemming from her uncle Daemon. With her reputation and future at stake, she must navigate this landscape, knowing that one wrong move could spell her ruin. 

Pairing - Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen reader

Warnings - Sexual content (slight)

Word count - 2252

Masterlist for Daemon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"I cannot tolerate threats of murder against anyone who dares to question me," I declared, my steps echoing through the solemn chambers.

"And why shouldn't I?" Daemon retorted, his voice challenging, as I sank onto a nearby chair, rubbing my temples in frustration. 

"My father can not keep cleaning up your messes," I reminded him sharply, the consequences of his actions pressing heavily upon me.

"He questioned your virtue, sowing doubt throughout the realm," Daemon argued, his words cutting through the air with precision. 

I exhaled wearily, acknowledging the uncomfortable truth in his accusation. It was an open secret that Ser Criston Cole, my sworn protector, harboured a dangerous fascination for Queen Alicent Hightower, seeming almost like her puppet.

"Alicent Hightower has never shown warmth towards me," I admitted bitterly, realizing that my position as heir to the Iron Throne threatened her son's safety.

"She manipulates him like a pawn in her twisted games," Daemon continued grimly, his expression darkening. I moved to sit on the edge of my bed, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"He wasn't entirely wrong, uncle," I conceded through clenched teeth, frustration tainting my voice as Daemon smirked knowingly.

"They don't see it that way," he countered coolly. "Ser Criston Cole is sworn to you, it becomes a problem when he spreads whispers about the princess and future heir throughout court."

"He's being manipulated into it. Threatening him openly only gives credence to the very claims he seeks to spread," I explained, my tone pleading for understanding.

"You seem to be defending him a lot," Daemon observed, his tone shifting slightly, a curious challenge lurking beneath the surface.

I cocked my head to the side, curiosity sparking in my own eyes. "Are you jealous?" I asked, a teasing lilt to my voice.

He smirked an expression that danced between amusement and defiance. 

"Of him? Never." His words hung in the air, rich with unspoken implications, the tension between us simmering just below the surface.

"Besides, the princess's virtue has been tarnished, hasn't it? You played a role in that," I added, gesturing towards Daemon, who burst into laughter.

"As I recall, it was mutual," Daemon insisted, his voice carrying a hint of amusement that brought a faint smile to my lips, a reminder of the night that lingered in my memory as a treasured blur.

A knowing smile tugged at my lips. "Indeed, but we both know the consequences if our secret were to be exposed. It would undoubtedly create quite a stir," I replied, stepping closer to him, the air thickening with unspoken understanding.

Daemon leaned back slightly, his smirk deepening as he spread his legs, inviting me closer. I moved between his parted thighs, settling onto his lap with delicate grace. My hands instinctively found his neck, fingers lightly tracing the curve where his jaw met his throat.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Daemon cautioned, murmuring softly, his hands sliding around my waist, drawing me closer until our bodies were pressed together, the undeniable heat between us palpable.

"As are you," I countered softly, leaning in to brush my lips against his earlobe, feeling his steady breath against my cheek.

"As I recall, you're the one who said, 'The princess gets what the princess wants,'" I whispered teasingly into his ear, feeling his sigh against my cheek, his chest rising and falling with a hint of arousal.

He chuckled softly, and I couldn't help but smile, satisfied with the reaction I had provoked.

"And what does the princess want now?" he breathed, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill down my spine.

I met his gaze, a smile playing on my lips as I whispered, "Whatever she desires," before capturing his lips in a kiss that ignited a long-held passion between us. 

As our kiss deepened, the world around us seemed to dissolve into the intensity of our connection. I felt Daemon's fingers threading through my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My own hands grasped at his shoulders, pulling him closer as if trying to meld our bodies into one.

His touch ignited a wildfire of desire within me, and I arched into him, my body responding eagerly to his caress. The air between us crackled with electricity as his hands wandered boldly, tracing the curves of my body under the fabric of my dress.

"Aren't you a sight," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and husky with desire intensifying the heat that coiled in my belly.

A gasp escaped my lips as Daemon's hands found their way beneath the fabric, parting my thighs with confident ease. I trembled at his touch, my breath hitching as his fingers explored, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced through my veins.

His smirk against my mouth only fueled the fire burning between us, each touch a promise of more to come. The need for him clouded my senses, making me ache for him in a way that was almost unbearable.

I undid his belt, his laughter soft and teasing. "Eager princess?" he asked, amusement colouring his voice.

All I could muster was a nod, anticipation coursing through me as I raised my hips, letting him slide off his pants. "You have no idea," I replied, my voice trembling with desire.

Lowering myself back down, I began to move, a slow, tantalizing grind against his crotch, teasing and testing his restraint. His reaction was immediate, a guttural groan escaped his lips, his head falling back in sheer pleasure.

"Don't tease," he managed to growl, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair, fingers tangling possessively. 

Smirking, I leaned in close. "Your wish is my command," I whispered, my voice low and sultry.

Positioning myself, I invited him to enter me, the tension between us mounting with each passing moment. 

"Daemon," I whispered breathlessly, feeling the heat of his desire matched by my own. "I want you."

His eyes darkened with need, and he shifted beneath me, guiding himself to where I ached for him most. "As you wish, my princess," he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

Just as the heat between us reached its peak, a sharp knock on the door shattered the moment like a cruel awakening. We broke apart with startled gasps, hearts racing as reality crashed back in around us.

Daemon's jaw tightened with frustration, his eyes locking onto mine in silent urgency. "Ignore it," he urged, his voice rough with need.

I hesitated torn. Another insistent knock followed, louder this time. The sound was followed by a cool voice calling my name, Alicent Hightower, the Queen herself, requesting entrance.

My heart raced as I hastily adjusted my dishevelled appearance, exchanging a quick, knowing glance with Daemon. He leaned back casually, a smirk still lingering on his lips, though his eyes held a glint of mischief and anticipation. 

The charged atmosphere in the room seemed to pulse with unspoken words, a dance of secrets hovering just beneath the surface.

"Enter," I called out, my voice betraying none of the tumultuous emotions raging within me. 

The door creaked open, revealing Alicent's composed figure framed in the doorway, her expression inscrutable as she swept her gaze over us. The air shifted, heavy with the weight of our previous exchange.

"Princess," she greeted me evenly, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly as they lingered on our rumpled appearance. "I trust I am not interrupting anything... important?"

"Not at all, Alicent," I replied, inwardly steeling myself for the conversation that was sure to follow. "What can I do for you?"

Alicent's gaze flickered between us for a moment longer, a subtle tension hanging in the air before she spoke again. 

"May I speak with you privately, Princess?" Her tone was polite yet tinged with an underlying urgency that sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the balance of power we navigated daily.

I glanced at Daemon, silently urging him to leave us alone. He gave me a smile, his touch lingering briefly on my hand before he turned and left the room without a word, closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoed in the silence.

Alone now with Alicent, I faced her with a composed demeanour, though my mind raced with apprehension and uncertainty about what she might know or suspect. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as her piercing gaze bore into me.

"Of course," I replied calmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. Each heartbeat resonated in my ears, a reminder of the delicate game we played.

Alicent stepped further into the room, her gaze unwavering as she regarded me with an intensity that made me uneasy. 

"I'm aware of the whispers circulating at court," she began, her voice measured yet edged with steel. "Rumors that cast doubt on your virtue." 

The accusation hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

My heart skipped a beat, but I maintained a serene expression, feigning innocence. 

"Surely you don't believe such baseless gossip," I responded evenly, though inwardly I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation, the collision of truth and deception that loomed ahead.

Alicent's frown deepened, her gaze piercing through my facade with unsettling clarity. 

"I need to know the truth, Princess," she pressed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Are these whispers founded in reality?" The weight of her question felt like a blade, sharp and unyielding.

I met her gaze squarely, holding back the urge to falter under her scrutiny. "Of course not," I replied firmly, my tone unwavering. "How could you even question my maidenhood?" 

The words tasted bitter on my tongue, a necessary lie that threatened to unravel me.

Alicent's lips tightened into a thin line, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features before she masked it with practised composure. She knew I was lying, but there was little she could do in the face of my denial.

 With a subtle nod, she straightened, her expression regaining its usual calm facade.

"Very well," she said coolly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of warning. "But remember, Princess, appearances can be deceiving. Guard your reputation carefully." 

The warning hung like a storm cloud overhead, a reminder of the fragility of my position.

Rising to my feet with a resolve I hadn't felt moments ago, I squared my shoulders and met her figure with a firm gaze. 

"Might I remind you, the king, my father, has named me heir. Such whispers, as you say, could easily be construed as treason," I argued assertively, watching as a flicker of concern crossed her features.

"My reputation is mine to worry about," I added, emphasizing each word with a deliberate calm that belied the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. 

It was a statement of autonomy, a claim to the power I held, however tenuous it might be.

With that caution hanging in the air like an unspoken threat, Alicent turned on her heel and left the room, the sound of her retreating footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. The door clicked shut with a finality that left me breathless.

I allowed myself a moment to gather my thoughts. The encounter had left me on edge, and I knew I needed to address another loose end before things spiralled further out of control.

Summoning my resolve, I called out for Ser Criston, my voice firm and authoritative. Moments later, there was a knock at the door, and the knight entered, his expression respectful but curious. He bowed deeply, awaiting my command.

"You wished to see me, Princess?" he asked, his voice steady.

"Yes, Ser Criston," I replied, "We need to discuss the rumours circulating at court."

His expression tightened, a flicker of concern passing over his features as he approached me. "What rumours?" he asked, though his tone indicated he was well aware of the gossip.

"The ones that question my virtue," I stated bluntly, watching his reaction closely. His eyes met mine, worry reflected in their depths.

"I assure you, Princess, I have done my best to quash such rumours," he said earnestly, his hands clenched at his sides.

"Your best may not be enough, Ser Criston," I replied coolly, my voice low and dangerous. "These whispers threaten my position and the stability of the realm."

He straightened, a determined look settling on his face. "I understand, Princess. I will ensure that no one speaks ill of you."

I took a step closer, my gaze never leaving his. "See that you do," I warned, my voice dropping to a whisper. "And remember, Ser Criston, I know where your loyalties are supposed to lie. Do not give me any reason to doubt them."

A shadow crossed his face, but he nodded resolutely. "You have my word, Princess."

"Good," I said, my tone softening slightly. "You are dismissed."

He bowed once more, backing away before turning to leave the room. I let out a slow breath, hoping my words had been enough to secure his silence and cooperation.

With Criston gone, I turned my attention to the hallway, my gaze scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. As if on cue, Daemon appeared, leaning casually against the wall, a proud look on his face as he observed me. His presence was both reassuring and disconcerting, a reminder of the dangerous game we played.

"Well done, Princess," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You handled that beautifully."

I walked toward him, my steps measured and deliberate. "You shouldn't be here," I said softly, though a small smile tugged at my lips.

"Couldn't resist," he replied, pushing off the wall to stand before me. 

"Go now," I urged softly, glancing down the corridor. "We can not afford any more suspicion."

"Until next time, Princess," he said, his voice a low promise.

A/n - Crispy Cole’s  got a track record of questionable loyalty and bad timing x

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you write something about a villain who is madly in love with Hero but can’t express their feelings cause of the whole secret identity thing and they’re so in love with hero that they know everything about them and pull a bunch of strings and commit several crimes so that they can do on a date with hero?

"What was that?" the hero asked. They sat on their office chair with a leg crossed, almost as if they were on a throne and watching the villain's every move. It was intoxicating to say the least. Seeing the hero like this, like the mighty protector of the city that they were let the villain's heart jump up and down excitedly.

"I'm sorry," the villain repeated and they could feel the ends of their fingertips tingle.

"Try that again, darling." The hero's index finger ran along the villain's jawline until it stopped right under their chin. "What are you apologising for?"

They used more pressure, used more force but the villain would have raised their head no matter what. They would have punished themselves if necessary. They knew the hero was a kind person. And that they had a very sweet soul. There was no reason to fight them - the villain would lose every time, even if it meant they were doing it on purpose.

It wasn't just about the hero's power. That was mostly a sexual driven factor. What the hero could do to them (in bed, preferably) would be the hero's decision.

For the villain, the very being of the hero fascinated them. How, despite a horrible childhood, they had managed to continue to live a life full of purpose. The hero was someone who had healed gracefully, not like the villain. The hero was someone who was inspiring, someone who was changing lives so nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry I committed those crimes just to see you," the villain said. But they couldn't really think. They stared up at these perfect watercoloured eyes they would think of before going to sleep sometimes.

Most of the time, they only saw each other when they were working. Not that the villain would ever really confess - they were too insecure for that - but sometimes, they really hoped the hero would somehow feel the same things. Because, God, the villain was confused. They couldn't tell if this was affection or not. If this was flirting or if the hero was using them for other purposes.

It was heartbreaking to think about but the villain would rather stay with them while they used them than not seeing them at all.

"You can be so sweet," the hero said. They let their thumb go over the villain's bottom lip slowly and much to the villain's embarrassment, they could feel their neck start to glow. "But you should be sorry for committing crimes in the first place, not because you could get my attention that way."

"I'm sorry," the villain whispered. "I wasn't...I wasn't really thinking."

"Don't worry about it," the hero said. They let go of the villain (which bothered the villain more than it should have) and leaned against their backrest casually. "I do have another question, though."

"Yes?"

"Did you know that in our evaluation and in our reports you're classified as the most dangerous villain in the city? You're said to be the most powerful, in fact."

"...oh." The villain had suspected something like that. They knew they could defeat most villains and heroes alike. They had never had any big troubles in combat and they were quite creative when it came to using their powers. It made sense but maybe the hero was baiting them into fake self-confidence.

Was this...some heartless trick? Some fake buttering up?

"Now, here is my real question," the hero said. They stood up and the villain nearly expected the hero to circle them and make fun of the villain. To humiliate them, to use this, if they truly found out about it. Using this longing the villain felt to completely destroy the villain. But instead, the hero stood in front of them. "Why on earth is the most powerful villain in the city kneeling in my office?"

Quickly, the villain stood up - they were a bit taller so they looked down at the hero - and cleared their throat. The hero smiled at them softly.

"Well, you asked me to."

"And you didn't hesitate." This was a game. Now, the hero wanted them to confess. The villain could feel the blush on their cheeks spread until it reached their ears.

The villain swallowed. They had never done this before. They had never even thought it would be possible for someone to love them back. It was already a bit twisted - doing all of this just to look at the hero once. And after all, this could still be a trick to humiliate them. Although the villain wouldn't be mad at the hero if this was the case, they didn't like the idea of other heroes seeing them like this.

Or even hearing about this.

They could forgive the hero if they told anyone. But they would be furious with others.

"Are you asking me to...?" tell you the truth? To confess?

"Yes, yes I am."

"I'm not ready for that, I think," the villain said and they found themselves a lot more pathetic than mere minutes ago when they'd been on their knees.

"Okay," the hero said. Their smile was still so sweet. They set their hands on the villain's shoulders and pushed themselves up to their tiptoes.

Then, they kissed the villain's cheek.

"I'll wait for you," they said. "But, darling, please don't do anything stupid again."

The villain stared at them, nodding as if they were a dog receiving new commands.

[iloveelliefanfics]

You're mine, little one.

synopsis: you get mistreated by a maiden, Lady Dimitrescu gets the job done after making out with you.

a/n: i literally don't know what this is i definitely hate this lol. but I've been wanting to write about our lesbian vampire queen so why not. thank you so much for any type of feedback!<3 enjoy.

pairing: dom, possessive! lady dimitrescu x reader

summary: proofread! i take requests, pics are from pinterest, pet names used. wc: 1804

Alcina Dimitrescu had a reputation. A very well deserved one as she had worked hard for it. She was ruthless, heartless, cunning, and above all, dominant and bold. She had been ruling the valley for centuries as the Lady of the Castle, her power over her people unwavering.

The maidens under her rule trembled whenever she walked through the halls. They all knew what happened to those who had the misfortune of irritating their leader, or even worse making a huge mistake. She was their ruler, their protector, but if she had to, their punisher.

And yet, a single woman was about to flip everything upside down. You. Her cold exterior melted down once she met you.

You turned everything upside down, she had fallen in love with you the first time she saw you. She was very clear on wanting you. Alcina Dimitrescu wouldn't stop until she could claim you as hers. Always surprised you with little/huge gifts, flowers, anything. When you wanted something badly and she knew of it, she always made sure to get it done, if you were happy, she was happy.

This day was especially trying on the Lady. She'd had to deal with incompetent villagers and an abundance of paperwork in her study, making her mood all the worse.

By the time she'd finally retired for the evening, her head was pounding with a tension headache, which she tried to get rid of with fresh blood.

Lady Dimitrescu was sat at the head of a long table in the grand dining hall. Golden eyes scanned meticulously over a detailed map of the area, a pen clutched between slender fingers. The quiet of the room was broken only by the occasional scratching of tip of the pen against paper as she made annotations and notes.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, her head lifting to glance towards the door. A smile curled her lips as she saw you enter. "My darling." The Lady breathed and a smile curled up on her face, as she set her pen down and held a hand out to you in greeting. "You have impeccable timing, my darling. I was just starting to get bored with finishing up some of this work, I am so glad you've come to see me, love." Rising from her chair, she made her way around the table towards you. Her movements were smooth and elegant, despite her tall figure. Her long legs closed the distance between you, her gaze roamed over you as she pulled you close against her chest, a small hum leaving her as she hugged you tightly, hands coming to rest on your hips in a gentle yet possessive touch.

She murmured into your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin. "Such a tease, you are. Trying to distract me from all this work I have to finish." She purred lowly, her fingers moving to grip your hips a bit more firmly. Pulling back slightly, she looked down at you with a heated gaze. Her eyes roamed across your face, lingering on the soft curve of your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

"I take it you have a reason for interrupting my work?" Lady Dimitrescu chuckled as she pulled you closer, again, her hands slowly beginning to wander over your form while she continued to nuzzle into your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You get out of her gentle but firm touch, looking into her eyes. "I do actually..." You look away for a second, but it's enough for Alcina to sense that not everything is okay with you.

She took a deep breath, trying to reign in her anger somewhat. Her gaze fixated on you, taking in your every feature as she tried to assess any damage done.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, her voice taking a softer tone. Her hands moved to gently cup your face, her touch surprisingly gentle considering the burning anger that still flickered in her golden irises. "Ssh, my darling, don't you worry, tell me what happened." She whispered softly in a reassuring tone, gently running a hand up and down your back in soft, soothing motions.

Worry burned in her golden eyes, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. If anyone dared to touch you, theyd would meet the great Lady Dimitrescu's ruthless anger. Her body tensed, clearly ready to march out and confront the offender herself.

You take a deep breath before saying anything. "It's just that... One of the maidens started a rumor about me... about us. I know I shouldn't care but I don't want anything to happen... They also started mistreating me." Lady Dimitrescu's eyes darkened as she heard your words, anger and disgust filling her at the mere thought of someone mistreating you.

"Ah, my dearest one." She murmured, golden eyes shut as she relished in your presence, reveling in the feeling of having you in her arms. The Lady's large form was pressed firmly against yours, her body enveloping you in a reassuring embrace. Her arms wrapped around you protectively, her chin resting on top of your head as she continued to nuzzle into your hair.

"I have you now. No one will hurt you." Alcina murmured, her lips brushing against your temple as she spoke. She pulled you closer, as if trying to shield you completely from the world outside of her arms. All that mattered was being held by her, feeling her strong embrace and the reassuring beat of her heart against your ear.

Her hands began to roam over your form, fingertips tracing over the soft curves of your body in a gentle and comforting manner. Her touch was tender, filled with love and protectiveness.

With a soft sigh, she buried her face into your neck. "You're mine, you know that, right? You'll always be mine. I won't let anyone take you from me or make rumors about us. I'm going to handle it, my people will treat you like my other half." Her words were full of possessiveness and truth combined. She would do whatever it took to keep you safe. To keep you with her. No one would have you but her.

She pulled back again, golden eyes holding your gaze. "Promise me you'll tell me everything when something like this happens." She said, her voice almost trembling with desperation. She's such a fool for you.

"Of course my darling, I... I just didn't know how you'd take it." You look away kind of ashamed. You knew you should've said something earlier.

Relief instantly washed over the Lady's features, her body relaxing somewhat as she let out a shaky exhale.

She moved to grip your hips once more, using her grasp to pull you flush against her body. Her eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail, as if trying to memorize it. "Good. You're mine, and just mine." The Lady gazed down at you for a moment, her eyes darkened with desire. She bent down, closing the distance between you in a sudden movement. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss, claiming your mouth hungrily, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. She held you tightly against her, her body pressed against yours and the kiss dominant and demanding. Her tongue slipped against yours, the kiss a heated and possessive claiming of your lips. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss and giving a hint of her dominant nature, her grip on your hips never loosening.

The Lady pressed you firmly against her, her body trapping you between her and the wall behind you. It was impossible to escape when she had you like this, and she was more than happy to keep you right where you were. She broke the kiss reluctantly, moving back just enough to fix you in her intense golden gaze. Her tongue flicked over her bruised lips, and she gave a low growl of possessiveness.

"You're mine," she stated firmly, her voice low and heated. "All mine. No one else's. Say it."

"I'm yours, Alcina, all yours." You give in to her command, enjoying the effect she has on you.

The Lady's lips curled into a pleased smile. "Of course, dearest, of course you're all mine. I love it when you say it loud and clear." She smirked at you, loving every second of it.

One of her hands moved to cradle your face gently, her thumb caressing your cheek as she spoke. Her golden eyes darkened with promise, her lips still red and kiss-swollen.

She was utterly devoted to you. Your pleasure was her pleasure, and she would move the earth for you if you so wished it.

"Now, little one, i want you to know what it means to be claimed by me. You won't be leaving until I'm finished with you, darling." Her hands began to wander over your body, large fingers tracing every dip and curve with a possessive claiming touch. She moved to kiss and nip at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. Her touch was firm and deliberate, as if she was mapping out every bit of you and claiming it for herself. Her lips and teeth continued their trail down to your shoulder, her breath hot against your flesh. Her body pinned you to the wall with no room to move, not that you wanted to escape. She placed a particularly hard bite on your collarbone, marking you with an obvious bruise. Claiming you as hers.

"Say it again." She breathed against your skin, her tongue darting out to lick at the spot she had just marked. "Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Alcina, please..." You almost begged her to continue. A low growl of sheer possessive pleasure left the Lady's lips as she heard your response. "That's right, darling. You're mine. My love, my pet, my sweet little thing." The Lady's other arm moved to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against her. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing over your lower lip. Her touch was gentle but possessive, her claim upon you never wavering. One of her hands moved to gently tilt your chin up, her thumb lightly brushing over your lips. Her gaze softened even more, and she leaned forward to press her lips against yours in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

She continued to nip and bite at your neck and collarbone, leaving small marks to remind you -and the rest of the world- that you were hers and hers alone.

"Now, my darling. It is time for me to get those maidens to their places, alright? Just stay here I'll be no longer gone than 10 minutes." She gave you another kiss then left to get the job done herself.

[whousestypewriters]

i'm here - joey lynch x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

warnings: flufffffff, swearing + a lil angst

a/n: BELLE BELLE BELLE DO YOU SEE ME?? IM WRITING JOEY LYNCH FICS FOR YOU!! LOVE YOU POOKIE <33 (i've kept this surprisingly spoiler free as well!!) also pls ignore my delusional ass over here writing fics late at night-

joey lynch is a protector.

its his way of being. he's been that way all his life. constantly looking after his siblings when their parents couldn't.

so you take it upon yourself to be joey's protector - much to his disgruntlement.

so when you find the space next to you on your bed empty and cold. you know he's having nightmares again.

fighting with your very sleepy brain - which should shut up by the way - you roll out of bed, wrap a discarded blanket from your shrek movie marathon earlier and go in search for joey.

the nightmares aren't a regular thing - not anymore at least, that you are very grateful for - but when they do plague joey he falls into the downward spiral of think he's not good enough for you. which of course is absolute nonsense.

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you slip out through the balcony door and out into the crisp night where a shirtless and haunted looking joe sits with his head in his hands on a half broken chair - curtsey of the hotel you were staying in.

"hey you," you say softly approaching him. you're eyes definitely don't stray down to his bare chest... not at allllll.

joey's head snaps up, noticing you for the first time. "hey, what are you doing out here? go back to bed baby."

shaking your head you determinedly open the blanket and wrap it around him wincing at the coldness of his skin. how long has he been out here?

"nahh, if you're out here so am i."

joey already knowing that there is no point in arguing with you, stands up and picks you up bridal style, blanket and all bringing you back inside and gently places you back on your bed before closing the door again.

he busies himself fixing the duvet cover and pillows on the bed ignoring the knowing looks you're sending him.

"joe."

he looks at you. "y/n."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"joe."

he's quiet for a bit probably contemplating what he should tell you.

"it was the same one." his voice is quiet, soft. you know joey doesn't like talking about these dreams so you don't push it. "but different this time." he takes a deep breath and looks at you with resigned eyes. "i lost you. cause of the... cause of the...."

"i know," you whisper. unwrapping yourself from the blanket, rounding the bed and coming to stand in front of the broken boy in front of you.

"but hey," your eyes fill with tears as you look at the defeated look in his eyes. he really believes that it could be true. he really believes that you would- could leave him. "i'm here. and i'm not going anywhere. joe- joe look at me." when he refuses you step closer between his legs and cup his face. "joseph lynch, you look at me."

joey's pained eyes meet yours and your heart breaks for him. for the amount of shit he's been through. for all the years he had no one to turn to. now he has you, and you have every intention of making sure that joey lynch is fucking loved and cared for.

"i love you. and it would take a very very very big group of people to take me away from you- even then don't get your hopes up because believe it or not joey there is something in my soul that is connected to yours and in every life time, every life time i will find you." you press a soft kiss to his forehead. "so don't even think for one second that i'm going to leave you. you're my joey. and i don't plan on giving you up. so im sorry but you're kinda stuck with me."

joey's eyes shine with barely restrained love as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, squeezing your waist tightly.

"i love you baby," he whispers against your midriff. "so much."

running your hands through his blonde hair you press a kiss to his head, "love you too baby."

you stay that way for a while, joey wrapped tightly around you and you pressing soft kisses to his head until joey leans back taking you with him.

"joey!" you laugh toppling over on top of him.

"yes?" he hums as he adjusts you both so you're facing each other with your legs intertwined.

"nothing," you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, his green eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

joey grins and pulls you closer by the waist pressing a soft, yearning kiss to your lips.

you both fall asleep to your hushed whispers in the dark, promises and loving kisses.

"love you baby..."

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a/n pt2: THE WAY I NEED ME SOME JOEY LYNCH IS UNFORGIVABLE sleep delusion reaaaally got to me at the end there- hope you liked it babes <33

[estellan0vella]

Spider Season Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You sit at your desk in the parlour, the comforting hum of tattoo machines and the banter of your friends filling the air. It's supposed to be just another day, but the creeping dread in the back of your mind reminds you that it's spider season. Sukuna is in the middle of inking a client's arm. He glances over at you with a reassuring smile, his eyes softening at your nervous expression.

"Babe, you doing okay?" Sukuna asks, his voice a soothing rumble.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... on edge, you know?"

Gojo is sterilizing his tools nearby. He catches your eye and grimaces. "I swear, if I see another spider, I'm burning this place down."

A rustling noise from behind one of the tattoo chairs causes both you and Gojo to freeze. Your heart pounds as you scan the room for any sign of the eight-legged menace. Suddenly, Gojo lets out a shriek, and you both spot a spider crawling across the floor.

"Spider!" you yell, your voice trembling as you jump onto your desk.

Gojo, in a panic, scrambles onto a chair, almost knocking over his sterilizing equipment. "Not again!"

The parlour erupts into chaos. Sukuna puts down his tattoo gun, rolling his eyes but grinning as he walks over to assess the situation. Geto and Toji rush in from the back room. Megumi, trails behind them, holding a toy sword like he's ready to fight off the invader.

Yuji stands behind you, his small hands clutching the edge of your desk. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" he asks, his big eyes filled with worry.

"I-I'm fine, Yuji. Just stay back," you stammer, trying to keep your fear in check.

Toji approaches the spider with a resigned look. "Gojo, seriously? It's just a spider."

"Just a spider?" Gojo exclaims, still balanced precariously on the chair. "That thing is a monster!"

With a deft move, Toji scoops up the spider with a piece of paper and heads towards the door. "There. Problem solved."

But the next day, things take a turn for the worse. You're in the middle of sketching a new design when you hear an ominous rustling. Your blood runs cold as a spider the size of your head scuttles out from under a nearby cabinet. You scream, dropping your pencil and scrambling onto your desk.

"Help!" you cry, your voice breaking as the spider moves closer.

Yuji, trying to be brave, steps forward but then bolts towards Gojo, who is already screaming on the top of his own desk. "Suku! Help!" Yuji yells, his voice full of fear.

Megumi, ever the little protector, stands in front of Yuji with his toy sword, eyes wide but determined. "Stay back, Yuji."

Toji rushes in at the sound of your scream. His eyes widen when he sees the massive spider. "Holy shit," he mutters, running over to catch you as you leap off the desk in a panic. He catches you effortlessly, holding you close as you cling to him, shaking.

"Fuck no, this is the spider's parlour now," Toji declares, staring at the gigantic spider with a mix of awe and disgust.

Sukuna appears in the doorway, his eyes scanning the scene. He takes in Toji holding you, the giant spider, and the chaos of Gojo and Yuji huddled together. A smirk tugs at his lips, but it quickly turns into a grimace when he sees the size of the spider.

"Holy shit," Sukuna echoes Toji's earlier sentiment. He grabs a rolled-up magazine and strides over. "Alright, everyone, stand back."

Gojo, still perched on his desk with Yuji clinging to his leg, waves his arms frantically. "Sukuna, don't get too close! That thing could probably bench press you!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes but doesn't slow down. "It's a spider, Gojo, not a pro wrestler."

Gojo gestures wildly at the spider. "Have you seen the size of that thing? It's been hitting the gym more than I have!"

With a deep breath, Sukuna takes another step forward, raising the rolled-up magazine. The spider, seemingly sensing danger, scuttles to the side again.

"Come on, it's got spidey senses!" Sukuna mutters.

Gojo groans, throwing his head back. "Just our luck. We get the Spider-Man of spiders."

Toji, still holding you bridal style, chuckles. "At this rate, we might need to call the Avengers."

Sukuna makes another attempt, but the spider evades him again. "This thing is impossible! It's like it's mocking me."

Yuji, peeking out from behind Gojo, pipes up. "Maybe it wants to be friends?"

Gojo shudders. "I don't want to be friends with something that has eight legs and a vendetta."

"I second that," You mutter, gripping Toji's t-shirt tightly.

Toji grins, looking down at you. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe from our eight-legged nemesis."

Sukuna tries once more, but the spider eludes him again. "Alright, this is getting ridiculous. I'm starting to take this personally."

"Honestly Sukuna, this is getting kind of embarrassing for you," Gojo says.

Sukuna glares at Gojo. "Why don't you come down here and show us how it's done, Mr. Arachnophobia?"

Gojo shakes his head vehemently. "I provide moral support from up here, thank you very much."

Yuji tugs on Gojo's pants, looking up with big eyes. "Gojo, are you scared?"

Gojo leans down, whispering dramatically, "Terrified, Yuji. But don't tell anyone."

Toji laughs, adjusting his grip on you. "Sukuna, maybe you should try talking to it. Ask it nicely to leave."

Sukuna smirks. "Right, because a polite conversation will definitely solve this."

"What if we all tell it to fuck off?" You mutter.

The room bursts into laughter, and even Sukuna can't suppress a grin. "Worth a shot," he says.

Gojo stands a little straighter, still keeping his distance. "On three, we all tell it to fuck off. Ready?"

Yuji nods enthusiastically. "Ready!"

Megumi raises his toy sword. "I'm ready!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Alright, let's do this. One, two, three..."

"Fuck off, spider!" everyone shouts in unison.

The spider scuttles towards where Toji is standing with you in his arms, making you shriek. "I'm gonna pass out!" You wail, launching yourself out of Toji's arms and you practically fly across the parlour towards Sukuna.

"Whoa, hold on!" Sukuna exclaims, barely catching you as you cling to him like a lifeline.

The spider continues its chaotic dash across the floor, zigzagging unpredictably. You scramble up Sukuna like he's a tree, wrapping your arms and legs around him to get off the ground. "Kuna, don't let it get me!"

Sukuna, trying to balance you and handle the spider situation, hands Toji the jar. "Here, Toji, take the jar. I've got my hands full."

Toji grabs the jar from Sukuna with a grin. "Sure thing, boss. Looks like you've got a new accessory there."

Sukuna rolls his eyes playfully as he tries to keep you steady. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Toji."

Meanwhile, the spider, undeterred by the chaos it's caused, scuttles towards Gojo's desk. Gojo and Yuji, who were perched precariously on the desk to avoid the spider, let out simultaneous yelps and jump off in opposite directions. Gojo hurries towards you and pulls you off of Sukuna before helping you climb onto the counter.

"Y/N/N, Gojo, don't leave me!" Yuji calls, running over to the two of you and you pull him up onto the counter to stand between you.

Toji, holding the jar, watches as it scuttles towards Gojo's desk. He narrows his eyes, shaking his head with determination. "That's it. I've had enough of this." With surprising accuracy, Toji hurls the jar towards the spider. The glass shatters on impact, and the spider is instantly squashed underneath.

"Take that, you eight-legged fucker!" Toji exclaims triumphantly.

"You know," You look at Gojo who's standing next to you. "You're awfully dramatic"

"Says Miss 'Jumping into the arms of strong men'!" Gojo retorts.

You smirk at Gojo's retort, shaking your head. "Oh please, I was just ensuring my survival!"

"If Toji didn't catch you, you'd have been splayed out on the floor as that thing's next meal!" Gojo says, hopping down from the counter before helping Yuji down. "But if you're so brave, I suppose you don't need a helping hand down"

"Yeah, great idea," You say sarcastically. "Leave the epileptic at a height"

"Fuck, you pulled the epilepsy card," Gojo mutters.

"Too fucking right I did, now help me down," You say but Sukuna is already moving your way. "Oh never mind, I have a strong man coming to help me"

"I'm a strong man!" Gojo protests.

"You don't have arms like me," Sukuna says, his hands finding your waist as he lifts you off the counter effortlessly.

You land softly on your feet, giving Sukuna a grateful smile. "Thanks, Kuna. Always saving me."

Sukuna winks. "Anytime, babe. Got to keep my girl safe."

"Are there any more spiders?" Yuji asks.

"I fucking hope not," You mumble.

Gojo looks around dramatically. "If there are, I'm declaring this place cursed and moving to a spider-free zone. Like, Antarctica."

Toji chuckles, shaking his head. "Pretty sure they have spiders there too, Gojo. Just bigger and colder."

"You know, you all need to realise they're more scared of you," Geto chimes in, earning a glare from you and Gojo.

"I did not see the spider screaming from the top of a desk," You huff, casting a glance at Gojo.

"Nor did I see it jumping in the arms of the biggest men who work here," Gojo says, poking back at you.

You roll your eyes. "Hey at least I know how to pick my protectors."

Sukuna grins, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Damn right, baby. I've got you covered."

Gojo smirks, turning to Geto. "Maybe next time I'll jump into your arms. Think you can handle it?"

Geto raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Only if you promise not to scream until my ears bleed."

Just as the laughter starts to settle, Yuji's voice pierces the air, his tone a mix of thrill and terror. "Look, another spider!"

Megumi's voice joins in, both boys shouting in unison, "Big spider!"

Instantly, you and Gojo exchange a look of pure horror. "Fuck no!" you both scream in chorus, shoving Sukuna and Geto towards the new eight-legged menace before sprinting to the nearest safe haven—the counter.

Clambering up, you and Gojo clutch each other tightly, eyes wide as you survey the scene. Sukuna, Toji, and Geto, still chuckling, turn to look at the boys, then at the spider scurrying across the floor.

"Very brave, aren't you two?" Sukuna calls out, amusement evident in his voice as he watches you and Gojo clinging to each other.

"Shut up and get that fucking spider before I pass out," you yell, your voice edged with panic.

Yuji, initially moving towards the spider with determined curiosity, catches sight of its size and quickly changes his mind, sprinting over to join you and Gojo on the counter. "Scary!" he cries out as he scrambles up beside you. Megumi, fearless and still armed with his toy sword, attempts to chase after the spider, making it dart across the parlour in unpredictable directions, adding to the chaos.

"Go, Megumi, catch it!" Toji cheers, laughing as he watches his son turn the chase into a game.

Geto, calm as ever, finds a broom and begins herding the spider towards the door. "You guys are hopeless," he chuckles, managing the situation with a practiced ease.

Sukuna stands back, still laughing at the scene unfolding. "I should start charging admission for this."

Gojo, clinging to you, mutters, "This is not what I signed up for when I decided to work here. I have to ask you, Y/N, is the dick worth this?"

"I don't know," You mutter and Sukuna playfully glares at you.

As Geto finally manages to sweep the spider out the door, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Sukuna walks over to you and Gojo still on the counter. "All clear, babe," he says, offering you a hand down.

You reluctantly take his hand, still shaking. "I'm never coming down from here again," you declare, only half-joking.

Gojo nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'm starting a new life up here. Welcome to Counter-topia, population: us."

Sukuna and Geto both laugh as they help you and Gojo down from the counter. Toji walks over with a glass of juice, handing it to you. "Here, drink this. It'll help bring your blood sugar back up."

You take the glass gratefully, sipping the juice. "Thanks, Toji. I think I needed that."

Gojo takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I never thought a tattoo shop would be so... lively."

Just as everyone starts to relax, Megumi, with a mischievous grin, announces, "There's another spider!"

Your eyes widen in panic, and you clutch Sukuna's arm. "Not again!"

Gojo's face goes pale. "Are you kidding me?"

Megumi giggles, holding up a rubber spider. "Gotcha!"

The room erupts in laughter, but you feel your knees buckle from the stress. Sukuna catches you effortlessly, holding you close. "Easy, baby. It's just a toy."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "Megumi, that wasn't funny. I almost died!"

Toji, trying to suppress his laughter, kneels down to Megumi's level. "Alright, buddy, no more fake spiders. Y/N's had enough excitement for one day."

Megumi pouts but nods. "Okay, Daddy."

Gojo, still a bit shaken, looks at Geto. "Think you can get him a toy snake next time? At least those don’t make me want to climb furniture."

Geto smirks. "I'll see what I can do."

Sukuna helps you sit down, rubbing your back soothingly. "You good, babe?"

You nod, taking another sip of juice. "Yeah, I just need a minute to recover."

Yuji, still excited, runs over and hugs your leg. "You're brave, Y/N/N!"

You smile down at him, ruffling his hair. "Thanks, Yuji. But I think I'll leave the spider fighting to you and Megumi from now on."

Gojo sits beside you, shaking his head. "I swear, if I see one more spider today, I'm moving to a tropical island. Spiders can't swim, right?"

Toji laughs. "I think you'll be safe, Gojo. Let's just focus on getting back to work without any more surprises."

As everyone settles back into their routines, the parlour fills with laughter and the hum of tattoo machines. It's just another day in the life of the shop, where even the most stressful moments are tempered with humour and the unwavering support of your quirky, close-knit family.

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

Command Me 2/2

knight!benji blackwood x strong!fem!reader

Part One

Summary: The following days after Brandon’s death your emotions are all over the place. You make a confession and a plea to Benji who will do anything to see you happy. 

Warnings: 18+ mentions of death and murder, swearing, oral(f receiving), fingering, p in v, breeding kink, preg!reader for a bit but no birth scene, face riding, nipple play, smutty and sweet, time jumps bc i can, 2% angsty in the beginning 

Authors Note: finishing up @chainsawsangel request, they deserve a happy ending fr

Word Count: 3.1k

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Two days after Brandon’s death

I sit in my chambers with Benji at my side and my mother in front of me silently talking to me. I nod my head not taking in any of her words as Jace eyes me from the hearth. Benji rests his hand on mine and I look down and smile up to him. I turn my head back to my mother as I feel a tear slip down my cheek. 

“My sweet girl.” she coos pulling me into a hug. I don’t even know why I’m so emotional. I asked Benji to do this and I loathed Brandon. I’m just never good when it comes to dealing with The Stranger. My mother rocks me as I let my tears flow and I sniffle and sit back. 

“The silent sisters said he’s ready to be buried.” Jace speaks up and I see him looking over me and Benji. “I don’t see why you insist on waiting and letting his body sit.” 

“We all mourn in our own ways.” Benji says from my side. 

“Mm, the ever faithful protector. Where were you when this happened then?” Jace walks over to the chairs. 

“Outside of my chambers. He’s sworn to me.” I say through my teeth. 

“That’s enough.” our mother stands. “His funeral will be held tomorrow and then we can begin to heal and move forward. Jace, come.” she nods her head along with her to the door. 

I relax back into the couch curling up within myself as Benjis hand grabs mine. I sigh and pull my hand away wrapping it around my legs. My feelings are everywhere right now and everyone is expecting me to act a certain way and I’m just feeling overwhelmed. 

“What’s wrong?” his words hushed as I turn to him and take in his furrowed brow. 

“I think I need to be alone.” I nod my head to him and he offers me a sad smile before slipping out of my chambers. 

I rush to my wardrobe and start sliding on my riding gear. I pull my boots on and I’m in the tunnels in an instant. I can’t stand to be in this castle a second longer. I race down the stairs and slip out the side of the Keep closest to the pits. From there I stitch my way through the city streets avoiding the guards. Relief pours through me as I start up the incline. I hear my dragons distinct rumbling and he’s coming up from the pits by the time I step foot in the dome. 

“Let’s disappear for a while.” I hum patting his snout. I begin to mount and as I secure my last clip Benji runs through the doors. 

“Princess wait, please,” he reaches up to me and my dragon jogs past him and shoots us into the sky. 

We cast a shadow over the city and my dragon offers them a fearsome cry. We swoop low to the buildings and then glide over the Blackwater. He drags his claws into the water encasing us in a mist. The sun kisses my face and dries my tears as we continue further from the city. We loop back around and enter the Kings Wood through the back hoping to go unnoticed offering us a couple hours of reprieve. 

My dragon starts a small fire for us before we curl around it. He brings his wing to canopy over me and I look up and admire his scales. I run my fingers against them as he chuffs and coos. We lay in silence and watch the sun start to dip under the trees. I feel a deep grumble come from my dragon and I’m on my feet in seconds. I quickly mount my dragon and we’re in the skies but not before I can see the hurt express across Benjis face. We land on the coast and the only sound is the waves crashing. 

“I killed my husband.” I look up at the moon. 

I kick off my boots and make quick work of the rest of my clothing. My dragon watches me curiously as I begin to step into the Bay. I dip my head under and swim out further. I hear my dragon offer low chuffs as I float near the sands. 

“Get back on this shore.” Benjis voice is muffled by the water in my ears. 

“No.” I sigh as I turn myself to float further away from the shore.

“Then I’m coming out there.” I hear him enter the Bay. His hand wraps around my arm and I look up to him. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he brushes my wet hair off of my face as I continue to float. 

“I’m sullied, I’ve sullied you, I’m a liar, and I’ve killed my husband.” I sigh and dip my head beneath the waves. Benji pulls me up and starts to carry me back to shore as I hold onto him. 

“You didn’t kill him, I did.” he sits us down on the sands. 

“Why did you kill him?” my voice barely audible as I try not to shiver at the breeze against my skin.

“You asked me to.” his eyes slide to mine. 

“Do you remember my wedding night?” I see him ball his fists. “You told me you would kill him in that very moment. Why did you want to?” I tilt my head studying him. 

“I was mad and frustrated with him. He treated you so poorly and kicked you out of his chambers after. He knew-“ he shakes his head sighing. “He knew, as well as everyone else in that castle, that I wanted you, that I still want you. He would tease you in front of me like some toy I could never have, but you’re not a toy. You’re smart and fearless and a bit reckless. You are to be Queen and should be treated as such.” his eyes finally meet my watery ones and I sniffle pulling him towards me. I can’t contain the small gasps that leave my mouth at the cool touch of his metal armor on my bare body. 

“I want to marry you, Benji. You take such good care of me.” I whisper as I burrow into his neck. His hands stay firmly on my waist as his fingers dig in. 

“We can’t.” he shakes his head. “I’m a knight and your sworn protector.” his voice strained as I stretch to unclip his armor. 

“You were a Lord before.” I hum lifting off his chest piece. “Lord Benjicot Blackwood of Raventree Hall. They call you Bloody Ben for all the accomplishments you achieved for my mother.” I take off his last piece while his fingers are still pressed firmly into my hips. 

“Y/n,” his voice wrecked. 

“Wed me, rule with me. Please Benji, I don’t want anyone else.” my hands start to pull up his shirt. 

“People will talk.” he grunts as I start to unlace his trousers. 

“Let them.” I kiss his neck. “Must I beg you to wed me?” I slip my hand beneath his trousers. 

“You will never have to beg me for anything.” his lips crash into mine and his hands finally begin to roam upon my exposed skin. He lays me on my back and places kisses down my torso before dipping his head between my thighs. 

“Benji,” I cry out as he offers me teasing licks. He chuckles against me before lashing at me with his tongue. My head falls back into the sand while whimpers cascade from my mouth. He holds me against his face as my legs begin to shake while coaxing pleasure from my body.  I arch off the sand as the coil snaps and my legs close around him. 

“Gods look at you in the moonlight.” he kisses up my body before capturing my lips. I gasp into his mouth as I feel his fingers slide through my sensitive core. He dips a finger in and chuckles against my mouth. He slips a second finger in and starts a slow lazy pace as I squirm beneath him. 

“Do you like the way I make you feel?” he asks curling his fingers pulling a moan from me. 

“Yes,” I mewl rocking my hips on his fingers. 

“You look so beautiful like this.” he starts to push his finger into me faster and I can’t contain the sounds coming out of me. “Come for me, Princess.” he murmurs into my neck before sinking his teeth into me. 

“Benji fuck,” I cling to him as I pulse around his ever moving fingers. “I need you in me, please,” my nails dig into his back. 

“You really want to marry me?” his voice low as he kneels up to push down his trousers. 

“I do,” I nod my head ignoring my ragged breathing.

“Do you want to have my children?” he slowly strokes himself and I open my legs wider for him. 

“Yes, Benji please,” I reach out to him.

“I’m going to fill you until my seed is seeping out of you and I’ll keep fucking and filling you until you’re swollen.” my body shudders at his words as he spreads my thighs. His tip slides around my wetness before he pushes into me. He rolls his hips into me and moans begin falling from my mouth. 

“So good, Benji fuck,” I whine as I feel my pleasure begin to wash through me. He leans down and kisses me fiercely as he pounds his hips into mine. I cling around him and I feel my stomach start to tighten. His thrusts get sloppier the more high pitched my whines are. He bursts inside me as my toes curl while I contract around him. 

“Taking it all so well,” he rasps as he continues to push his hips into mine. He dips down and licks across my lips. I open my mouth letting his tongue coax small gasps and moans from me. “When these fill with milk I’ll be tempted not to even let you leave our chambers.” he chuckles rolling my nipples. 

“Benji,” I move my hips and he pushes into me deeper. He shushes me as he continues to roll his hips into me. I writhe beneath him as he litters kisses and bites across my chest. I start to feel him harden the more he pumps into me. He brings a finger down to swirl against my bud and I come undone as he begins to start pushing into me. 

“Squeezing me so good.” his fingers dig into my sides as he makes my hips meet his. I wrap my legs around his waist and cry out as his hips snap into me. I feel my high approaching again and Benjis thrusts become more erratic. As he starts to fill me again I come crying out his name. He pulls out and looks down with pleasure glazed eyes. 

“Look at you dipping with my seed.” he slides two fingers around and starts pumping it back into me. My hips jerk at his touch as my legs shake. 

“Benji,” my voice cracks as his tongue licks against my bud. “I’m gunna-“ a cry tears from my throat as I come again with my eyes rolling back. 

“You’re perfect.” he hums laying down in the sand next to me. 

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Six months after wedding 

I walk down the main steps of the Keep with Benji hovering around me keeping both hands on me at all times. Once we make it to the bottom I huff and bat his hands away. I should’ve know that since he was overbearing as my sworn protector he would be so much worse as I’m carrying his child. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t carry you down the stairs.” he says bringing a hand to my lower back and holding my arm with the other. 

“Benji I’m not going to break.” I sigh. “I just want to go for a walk around the grounds.” I pout looking up at him. 

“We are going for a walk.” he hums leading me out of the main doors. 

“I don’t need your hands guiding my every step.” I try not to snap. 

“I just want to help you and touch you. My beautiful wife.” he coos sliding a hand to my swollen bump. “Men need to know you’re mine.” his voice low.

“They know I’m yours, husband.” I look up to him and place my hand over his on my stomach. 

“I still see the way men look at you. Makes me want to take you in front of them.” he dips down to my ear. 

“Benji,” I breathe out. 

“Spread these beautiful thighs of yours and lick you until you cry.” his arms pull me closer. “And then-“ 

“Benji, please,” I mewl feeling my wetness pool between my legs. 

“Look at you all worked up.” he chuckles gazing down at me. “You wanted to go on a walk not come, so let’s go.” I follow after him with pink cheeks. I wrap my arm around his as he leads us through the gardens. 

“What else would you do?” I whisper and he turns to me with a smirk. 

“It might be too scandalous for the gardens.” his lips brush against my ear. 

“Tell me.” I whine breathlessly. 

“Let’s go back to our chambers.” I nod tugging him back to the main doors. 

Once we’re sealed in our chambers he starts to unlace my dress before sliding it down my body. He groans kneading the tender flesh of my breasts. I let out soft whimpers as he ghosts across my nipples. He pulls the slip off of me and brings his hands to my bump while pressing his lips against mine. I pull up on his shirt and he pulls it off and is stepping out of his trousers a moment later. I sigh feeling his skin on mine and his hands caressing my body. 

“Benji,” I whine against his lips as his fingers trail over my slit. 

“Yes, Princess?” his fingers spread into my wetness and swirl over my sensitive bud. 

“I’m gunna come,” I cling onto his arms getting lost in him.

“I just started touching you.” he chuckles speeding up his fingers. 

“Benji please,” I whine as my body goes taught coming undone. 

“Someone’s sensitive today.” he purrs backing me to the bed. “Sit on my face.” he lays out on the bed pulling me to him. 

“I’ll suffocate you.” my cheeks heat. 

“Then I’ll die happy. Let’s go.” he helps me straddle his face. He licks a long stripe up my center and my whole body trembles. My legs start to shake as I lean my head back letting the whimpers trickle out. I grind against his face as my pleasure starts to wash through me. He holds me closer as his tongue slips through my wetness before pushing into me. 

“Benji, it’s too much I’m gunna-“ I squeeze my legs around his face as he laps up my release. His tongue continues to lick sending aftershocks through me. He helps me off of him and lays me next to him on my back. 

“I just wanna keep making you come, my beautiful wife.” he kisses against my chest while trailing a hand down to my core. His tongue circles nipple and I squeeze my thighs shut before he can even reach my wetness. He chuckles against my nipple and I melt beneath him. He pulls his other hand up from my thighs and brings it to my neglected breast. He kneads into me softly as I mewl above him. 

“Yes,” I pant breathlessly holding him against me. His teeth graze against my peak while his fingers roll my other and I come undone. 

“I know you can give me more.” he purrs slipping his hand down to my core. 

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Four years after wedding

I hold tightly to my daughter who’s clipped against me. My dragon soars through the clouds as she giggles wildly in my arms. Her baby dragon flies next to us crying out. I was absolutely terrified to bring her with on dragon back the first time but my dragon was calm and accommodating. As we land in the pits her dragon comes bounding in stumbling on his lengthy legs. We slide down off the side and I unclip her so she can run over to her dragon hugging him tightly. 

“She may steal your title for youngest dragon rider.” Benji kisses me before pulling me into a hug. 

“Her dragon has grown quite fast.” we look at our daughter playing with her dragon. “Did she show you which one she picked out?” I turn to him with a smile and he shakes his head no.

“Let’s go show daddy which egg you picked out for the babe.” I kneel down holding my arms out for her. She runs into my arms and I scoop her up. 

We travel down the incline and turn into the hot room where they house the clutches. Our daughter wiggles out of my arms before grabbing Benjis hand and dragging him to the back wall. 

“He’s gunna have this red one.” she lays her little palm on the egg. 

“He?” Benji turns to me with a smile. 

“She’s decided she’s having a brother.” I smile rubbing my bump. 

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Just under five years after the wedding

“If the family tradition keeps up like this your grandchildren will come out on dragonback.” my mother chuckles next to me bouncing my son on her hip as we watch my daughter fly around the courtyard a couple moons shy of five. 

“Did you hear that his is already spitting fire.” I sigh brushing his hair back. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” she smiles to me. “I’m happy to see you content.” 

“I am.” I smile as Benji scoops up our daughter before jogging over to us. My mother hands off my son to me before sweeping out of the courtyard. 

“My perfect family.” he showers all of us with kisses before pulling us into a hug. 

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[pastelminx]

My Best Friends Sister (Pt. 1)

"Hey man, is Katie okay? She seems really on edge or something." I ask my friend Connor.

We've all know each other since we were kids. Their dad was never around so Connor and I looked after Katie and their mom. Now we still spend most of our free time together. Katie lives with my friend Conner so I see her frequently. She's normally bubbly and happy but this week she hasn’t been herself. Conner cares about her but he can be kind of a dick to her, where I've always had a soft spot for her. The older we get, the larger that spot has grown but I'd never act on it.

"I don't know, she won't talk to me. She's been acting like a little brat again and shutting me out so I've started to give her some space. She talks to you sometimes though, maybe you could attempt to see what's going on." He says, a bit hopeful. Of course, I'd take any chance to talk to her.

"Yeah, I'll go see if I can get her to talk. Call 911 if I don't make it out" I joke and we both laugh.

*Knocks on bedroom door*

"Katie it's me, can I come in?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Leave me alone!" She shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"Katie come on, don't start with the attitude." I say sternly. I look over and my friend is looking at me like I've lost my mind. She hates being talked to that way. Well… she acts like she hates it but I've seen her slip enough to know better.

"I'm going to count to 5 and if this door isn't open, we're going to have some serious problems. 1.... 2.... 3" I start counting and the door flies open.

"Fine! You better have a good reason for this.” She huffs and I smile, knowing I was right and my friend is probably in shock that it worked. She sits on her bed with her arms crossed, sporting a sour look. I start looking around before I sit down next to her.

"Come on Sugar, tell me what's going on. You haven’t been yourself all week" I say softly. She just shakes her head and basically pouts.

I adjust myself on her bed and notice something... A different sound. I move again and it's coming from the bed. I get up and lift the covers, seeing a plastic mattress protector sticking out from under the sheets. She's mortified but silent as she looks away from my gaze.

"Care to explain this, sugar? I know you haven't always had this. You can tell me if something is going on." I say gently. No answer again. I sigh knowing I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

"You've got two choices. 1, you look at me and tell me the truth about what's going on. 2, I go through all of your belongings… and device history until I find out." I tell her sternly.

She whips her head around so fast to glare at me. "I'll call my brother in here. He won't let you do that." She retorts, thinking that would work.

"Who do you think sent me in here, Sugar? I'm happy to get to the bottom of this either way so what's it going to be." I ask. She just stares at me in silence so I take that as the hard option and I get up to start on her closet.

"Wait!" She shouts, sounding panicked.

"Yes?" I ask without turning around.

"I'll tell you. Please don't go through my things, Jace" she says in a defeated tone. I walk back to her but instead of sitting on the bed, I sit on her computer chair. I move it right in front of her and sit with one leg on either side of hers.

"I'm all ears, Sugar." I say to her. She waits a minute before letting out a big sigh and starting.

"You're the last person I want to know about this, this is extremely embarrassing and I don't want to tell you." She states, hoping that I'll back off. But I watch her and wait for her to continue. "I've been extremely stressed with finals and work right now... It's brought on an old problem that I'm trying to deal with." She said and waited for me to say something but I just wait for her to continue. "I used to wet the bed and sometimes have accidents as a kid. I recently went to the doctor and she told me that stress is likely the reason I'm dealing with it again. But she couldn't tell me when it would go away." She finishes and she's bright red now and fidgeting with her fingers.

"Is that the whole truth? How often are these accidents happening and when did this start? Aside from your mattress protector, what are you doing to help with it?" I ask as I ease up on the tough guy act. I remember that she used to wet the bed sometimes but as far as she knows, I never knew.

"Yes, that's the whole truth. This is really embarrassing and it bothers me a lot. I don't want people to know or to think I'm some dumb baby. It started a few months ago and has just gotten worse. It's been happening every night and when it's a really stressful day sometimes I have an accident or two." She confesses but didn't answer everything.

"And aside from the mattress protector...?" I ask, reminding her. The poor girl looks like she's about to cry.

"I've been wearing diapers again to bed." She chokes out. I know she's embarrassed but none of this bothers me like she thinks.

"What about for your daytime accidents, Sugar?" I ask.

"I still wear my panties during the day." She says quickly.

"You were a very good girl for telling me the truth. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this but you don't have to go through it alone. Your brother and I can help you and help take the stress off the best we can. No one will think you're a baby or think less of you, everyone knows how independent and intelligent you are. You've done a great job by going to the doctor and taking care of your nighttime accidents so far. Let us help you." I say almost pleading.

"No! No. He can't find out, I don't want h-" she starts but I cut her off.

"Don't start that, he has a right to know and he will be finding out. He doesn't have to be involved if you don't want but he needs to be aware. It's very important, do you understand?" I ask sternly, giving her a look.

"I don't want him involved and I don't want to talk to him about it. " She states.

"Fine, I will handle it and make sure he respects your wishes." I reassure her and I see her visibly relax.

"Would you like my help, Sugar? I'm sure it can't be easy with your work load and you know I'll be here all summer while your brother is overseas. I can help you with your studies, the extra laundry, your diaper changes, the apartment chores." I start listing things and she goes rigid.

"I can manage just fine, thanks" she says through gritted teeth. I'm thinking it might be time to call it the end of the chat to let her relax when I notice her hand placement on her lap and the dark spot creeping out around it.

"Stand up, Sugar." I say quickly and she shakes her head at me. "Now. 1.... 2...." I start the countdown. I'm not sure why that works but it always has. She stands and tries to cover her accident. I see the tears prick her eyes as she tries not to let me see how upset she is.

"It's okay honey, I know this was a hard conversation. Would you please let me help you?" I say softly, trying to coax her into letting me. She gives me a faint nod. "You know I'll need verbal confirmation, Sugar." I say, hoping that didn't change her answer.

"Yes, please, Jace." She hiccups out as the wet spot grows. I direct her into her bathroom and start the shower. I undress her while the water warms.

"You're okay, Sugar, I got you. You take a long hot shower and I'm going to get the laundry started. I'll be here when you're all done though to get you ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything if you let me know where you're hiding your diapers." I speak softly and brush her hair out of her eyes.

"In the closet... under the loose floorboard on the left." She says sheepishly. I raise an eyebrow but let it go.

"Okay the water is warm. Get cleaned up." I say and then get to work on the laundry like I said I would.

I lay out a clean blanket on her bed and go looking for these diapers. Oh, I definitely found them... I had to chuckle. They're not boring medical diapers. They have cute little animals in pastel colors all over them. She even has baby powder and rash cream. Oh, and there's a little stuffed animal down there too... That's no place for one. I got all of her supplies out and laid it on the bed ready for her. Next, I picked out her pj's, one of her cute nightgowns seemed fitting.

I heard the water shut off and I walked into the bathroom with a big fluffy towel that I had warmed in the dryer. She hesitated but let me dry her off. I think she was still in shock and unsure what to do or say so I let her just enjoy being taken care of. She froze when she walked out of the bathroom and saw what was waiting for her on the bed.

"I don't need all of that stuff, Jace. It can go back." She tried arguing but I didn't even respond. I just guided her to lay down for her diaper. God, she was so pretty and even putting a diaper on her had me worked up. I didn't give in to those thoughts though. I put cream and powder on her and taped up her cute diaper. I had to admit she was actually adorable like this. Naked except for a thick diaper was not what I expected to be turned on by. I put her nightgown on her and pulled back the covers for her to climb into bed. It was 8:30 which is extremely early for her but I know she hasn’t had a lot of sleep lately.

"Thank you for being such a good girl and letting me take care of you. I know that was hard but I hope I helped ease some of your stress. Your clothes and blanket will be dry in the morning. You, Sugar, are going to get some sleep. I want you to unwind and relax. I know you extremely well so I put a timer on your TV and your phone. It's temporary, don't worry, I just wanted to make sure you relax tonight. Your laptop is staying in my room tonight as well. I'm just down the hall if you need me, the timer doesn't mean you can't get ahold of me anytime. I promise things will get better soon. Night night, Sugar." I let her know and started to get up but she grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you, Jace. I really appreciate your understanding." She said to me. I could tell she wanted to say something else but I didn't push it.

"No need to thank me, Sugar. Get some sleep." I say and then walk out of her room.

[bahrtofane]

Prompt 17 trope 1 (friends to lovers) w/ Kylian pls 🤭🤭

- “I'll score a hat trick for you if you go on a date with me." - Friends to Lovers  i tweaked the quote just a little to "“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” sorrehhh

word count - 600+

watch it - misunderstandings turned to fluff and happiness yay !!

“You wanna come to the game?” Kylian blurts out, legs pressed up to his chest while he picks at his nails. He was never any good at facing you and saying things he ment. Not with his chest anyway. 

“Maybe.” you mumble back, playing with the edge of your screen protector that keeps folding upwards.

You sit at a mutual friend's place. In the back patio overlooking the pool. The water shines. You think his eyes shine brighter but what do you know.

Kylian is somewhat still of a complete mystery to you in a sense. You know the Kylian that you've come to call a friend. Introduced one hazy night on this same patio, down the steps and out at the fireplace on a summer night. 

You thought people were all joking, that Mbappe was here. But there he was. Head thrown back laughing at something someone had head while you squeezed into a chair and watched the embers dance on his skin.

He had found you first. Putting your arms out to catch some of the heat, sliding into the sleek white leather seat next to you and smiling. Reaching his arms out and doing the same.

“Cold isn't it?”

Friendship has bloomed since. 

Or well whatever you want to call what you have going on. Friendship that teeters on the edge of being more while the both of you dance around the implication of your gazes. 

You turn to look at where he sits beside you now. 

“Why do you want me to go anyway?” you wonder out loud, setting your phone to the side and facing him.

“You know why I think,” he gives you a weak shrug.

“What does that even mean Kylian.” 

A second shrug. 

“What if…” his voice trails off and he shakes his head, gathering his sunglasses and getting up.

You frown, “hey,” slinging your purse and following him back inside where some of your friends are in conversation. 

He waves you off, weaving between people to get to the front door.

“Kylian,” you all but yell. A few heads turn but you dont care all that much.

He stops at the hallway leading to the front door. “It was stupid okay you i know you don't want to come.”

Your brows furrow, “what makes you say that.”

He sighs, “oh come on.”

You cross your arms, “I'm serious, I don't know what this is about.”

“You look like you want to hurl when I look at you. It's like you tolerate me just for the sake of it.”

Your gaze softens, “I don't. I enjoy your company.”

“You don't act like it.” he dead pans. 

“I don't know, maybe if you didn't walk around eggshells when you see me it would make me feel better.”

He looks at you like you just grew a third eye. “Me, egg shells? I compliment you and you look like you want to throw a shoe at me.”

“Oh for fucks sake kKylian i act like that because im attracted to you. I have goddamn feelings you absolute idiot.” you spew out in one breath. Palms sweating. 

“Really?” he says softly, leaning against the wall. 

“Yes really,” you mumble, looking away. You're gonna be sick.

“That's good then, “he scratches the back of his neck, “it's mutual.”

You perk up at this, “actually?”

He reaches a hand out and you give him yours, “yes really.” softly rubbing his thumb over yours. 

You hum, “thats good then.”

“You'll come to the game then?”

You smile,”I will.’

“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes, following him as he opens the front door, “where we headed?”

“Anywhere you want.” 

Sounds good to you. 

[lvndrdaaze]

Description: Diluc was sure he was a sinner. A protector, yes, and a man desperately trying to be good, but a sinner nonetheless. Yet, you worshipped at his feet as though it were an honour to do so.

Warnings: gn!reader, oral (m!receiving), religious imagery, shame, praise, deepthroating, swallowing

Wc: 1.2k

"I assure you, this isn't necessary, love…"

The scene had become rapidly and wonderfully sinful, and Diluc wasn't certain as to how it had happened. His chest felt hollow but for the rapidly beating heart that seemed to echo through his entire body.

"I want to, 'Luc…" Your voice came low and earnest, enticing him like nothing he had ever known.

Even through his pressed trousers, your fingertips tracing up his tense thighs sent a dull throb through every muscle in his body. Diluc could hardly look at you, kneeling in front of his desk chair so faithfully, so his eyes wandered restlessly from your face to your hand to the floor to the desk where his work laid abandoned.

Your hand climbed higher, squeezing with careful pressure to bring his attention back to you.

"Please, let me make you feel good. You deserve to feel good."

His breaths came and went raggedly, tearing through him like he had forgotten the skill completely. And he almost believed he had. How could he remember something as asinine as breathing when you were staring up at him from between his parted legs with pleading eyes?

A short nod from him was all it took, and your hands were climbing again, grazing over muscles that burned with want and tracing the shape of him pressed against his pants. Diluc shuddered at the press of your palm against his swollen tip, the sensation feeling blissful even through layers of clothing. How he was going to last when it was his skin you were touching, he wasn't sure, but he was rapidly growing desperate to find out.

You made quick work of his belt, as though you had been preparing for this moment, perfecting the action until it happened so flawlessly he hardly noticed it. You popped open the button of his pants, and he swallowed thickly. With your fingers in his belt loops, you tugged, and he felt himself raising his hips to help you unconsciously.

When your fingers met his hardening shaft, Diluc had to bite back a moan. It was too immodest, he was sure, too obscene to spill such noises freely. But you seemed to believe otherwise.

"Please don't hold yourself back, darling. I want to hear you." You murmured so softly, and it was all he could do not to cum from that alone.

Then, you were stroking him, your digits wrapped around his cock as you pumped sensually. Each movement was slow and attentive as you watched all of his reactions reverently. Every twitch of his brow, every tremble of his fingers, every muffled noise were observed and catalogued in your mind.

You tightened your grip, and Diluc let out a strangled groan, the sound breaking free too quickly for him to mask it. Heat grew in his cheeks while you stoked the fire in his loins, and he wondered absentmindedly if lust and shame would always be connected by that fiery thread that ran through him. Then, you parted your lips and drooled warm saliva onto his throbbing tip, and he couldn't think any longer.

His soft groans felt impossibly loud to his own ears, but your hand on his cock only increased in speed every time he let one slip, as though rewarding his impropriety.

Diluc was sure he was a sinner. A protector, yes, and a man desperately trying to be good, but a sinner nonetheless. Yet, you worshipped at his feet as though it were an honour to do so. Your benevolent eyes were fixed on him, and he had never felt so exposed yet powerful in his entire life. How could something that left him feeling so vulnerable also make him feel like a godly being? How did your sinful strokes on his wet shaft feel like a form of piety?

He was spiralling into madness, he was sure. Desire clouded his mind worse than any alcohol he served to his customers, and his fingers clamped down on the chair arm like they were the bars to a cell, just barely holding him back.

Blazing red eyes stared down as you leaned forward, the tip of your hot tongue tracing obscene circles around his tip, and his fire grew hotter. He squeezed the chair arms so tightly the wood groaned in his grasp, just as the loudest moan yet broke free from his throat. Your responding smirk was infuriatingly enticing.

"That's it, love." You purred encouragingly, wrapping your lips around the very tip to lap at the essence pooling from his slit.

Electricity crackled in his spine as you suckled on his tip, your hands still pumping him wantonly, and Diluc felt his hips twitching, the need to bury himself deeper in these feelings growing within him.

Thankfully, you noticed the movement and took action.

Diluc's jaw clenched as you engulfed him further in the wet heat of your mouth. With your hands and mouth working in harmony, he felt his self-control waning. Spit-slick lips massaged his thick shaft in shallow stroked that somehow managed to be sloppy and carefully calculated at the same time, whilst your fingers slipped down to tighten around the base, holding him steady.

He watched with rapt attention as you worked, the sharp pants pouring from his lips being the only form of approval he could muster with his mind so intoxicated by you.

Swollen pink lips pulled back to wrap around his velvety head once again. Your soft moan vibrated all the way through his body as you flicked your tongue over the tip, tasting his salty ambrosia with eyes closed in blissful contentment.

Out of pure instinct, one of his hands reached for your jaw, sliding tenderly from there to your cheek to cup the flushed skin and draw your gaze up to him again. Through your teary lashes he recognised the heat there, burning just like his. With a long, rumbling groan, his hips jerked upwards at the realisation, eliciting a choking sound from you as his cock slipped deep into your mouth.

Immediately, he moved to apologise, to withdraw from your mouth shamefully, but your hand was on his in an instant, pressing his calloused palm against your cheek. His hands were red, but your skin seemed to clean them of their stains with just one touch.

His gaze burned into yours as you lapped at the vein running up his length, working more and more of him into your mouth until he was met with the tightness of your throat as you swallowed around him.

The sounds that had once been restrained grew in volume and frequency with every bob of your head, until the office was filled with the uninhibited groans and hoarse moans of the dishevelled master of the winery.

Tension bubbled in every inch of his body, blooming outwards in deep tremors, winding through his muscles like vines. His thighs shook and his grip on your cheek grew tighter, before finally falling from grace.

Hot spurts of his desire coated your throat as he convulsed underneath you with a sinner's cry, calling out your name to the ceiling as though the Archons themselves were listening. As his chest heaved, you hollowed your cheeks around him, swallowing his offering diligently.

Diluc was sure he was a sinner, but your graciousness was the secret to his absolution.

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[reyadawn]

My Protector - Part 2

*image not mine, credit goes to Bryan 😆

Summary: Noah Sebastian is the President of Bad Omens MC in Los Angeles, California and a woman running from her past crosses his path. Noah instantly wants to save her. Make her his. However, her past needs to be dealt with first...

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, language, slight violence, kissing, choking, slight Mean!Noah if you squint, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), creampie

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️😆

Enjoy! ❤️✌️

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I had never really given much thought to living on the West Coast but the Universe had other plans. It's funny how your life can change...how people can change. That's why when my friend Kay called me and offered me a job at Third Base, I took it as a sign I was meant to leave this old life behind. Just like she did. Although, I was a little surprised to find out it was a bar.

"Believe it or not, it's a fanastic place. Always busy, plenty of tips, good food, hot biker guys...including my old man, Jolly", Kay had explained.

"Kay...", I started.

"You need to get out. You have to. It's not mentally safe or healthy for you there with Larry. The emotional abuse he's putting you through is destroying you. Bad Omens will protect you. Misty and I will, too. They have a club house you can stay at until you get an apartment or you can crash with me", Kay replied.

I smoothed out the front of my Bad Omens tank top that I wore over my black leggings. I hated the way they fit, like I was trying to pour myself into the material. Too much skin in places I didnt want but never really could get rid of. I looked pregnant from the side, despite the fact I wasnt. I grabbed a black and white checkered flannel from my closet and threw it on, rolling the sleeves up my forearms. I threw my hair up in a bun and threw on my socks and black ankle boots.

Walking out of the bathroom, I suddenly stopped in the bedroom and looked around. It was masculine in the sense the bedding was all black and blue, nightstand and dresser were dark stained wood, even the sheer curtains were navy. The walls remained a neutral taupe. I hated being at the Bad Omens clubhouse and not having my own place. I still didnt know who's room I got set up with but I made sure to keep it clean and neat, making it a point to only touch my things.

As I was grabbing my purse from the black Lazy-Boy in the corner, the door to the bedroom opened and the man who stepped inside had me quite literally salivating and I almost lost the grip on my purse. This man was an Adonis if I ever saw one. Tall, at least 6'3, short dark hair falling into dark brown eyes, a small but perfectly shaped nose and full lips that had me wanting to get down on all fours and crawl to him.

This man wore dark camo pants and a solid black t-shirt, arms and neck displaying the most beautiful tattoos; even his large hands and long fingers were tattood. He reached up, running a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arms buldged. I must have been staring because he smirked and took a step closer to me. I all but had to crane my head back to look up at him. Short people problems, gotta' love it.

"How are your accomodations, pretty girl?", he asked, his deep voice caressing over my senses like a lovers hand. I swallowed. It was all I could muster, I was rendered so speechless. He must get this a lot though, poor guy. He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a small lock of hair behind my ear. "I'm Noah. Club President and this is my room".

That snapped me out of my trance completely, taking a small step back from him which garnered me a dark scowl of distaste. Evidently, he didn't like that.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. I'll have Misty get me a different room. I don't want to intrude", I rambled, turning back to the chair to grab my keys. A tattooed hand suddenly shot out to lock around my wrist and stilling my movements.

"First of all, pretty girl, lose the 'Sir'. I'm not that old. Noah is fine. Second of all, you're not changing rooms. You're staying here where you can be looked after", Noah replied. I yanked my wrist from his grip, glaring defiantly at him.

"Let's get something straight, President..."

Noah's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"I'm not a child, therefore, I don't need a babysitter. I can hold my own. Don't make the mistake of thinking you own me, I belong to no one. I'm nothing to no one. Mean nothing. Never have, never will so save your protection detail for a real damsel in destress", I stated, hands on my hips. Noah stepped closer once again, fingertips gently tracing my jaw and down my neck. I shivered, goosebumps dancing along my skin and my panties growing damp. He lifted my chin, raising my gaze to his.

"Who hurt you, pretty girl?", he whispered. I lowered my eyes to his chin, unable to answer. "Tell me. Now". I shook my head.

Noah sighed before eveloping me in his arms, his solid body providing whatever comfort he could. I wasn't aware I needed the contact as I reluctantly wrapped my arms around his midrift. He was solid...and warm. I closed my eyes at the feeling of his strong body in my arms.

"I've got you", Noah added, voice vibrating in his chest against my cheek. "I won't let anyone hurt you". Regaining my senses, I pulled away and sniffled, turning to straighten my clothes and threw my purse over my shoulder.

"You don't know what he's like", I replied, wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

"Did he touch you?", Noah asked darkly. I blinked at his change in demeanor before shaking my head. "Verbal?", he added. I nodded curtly. Noah's lips drew into a thin line before he reached into his pants pocket, pulling a cell phone from it and handing it to me. I knew what he wanted as I typed my number in and saved it to his contacts before handing it back. Noah's fingers momentarily flew over the keys and my own phone dinged. "I expect to be on speed dial".

"I need to get to work or Misty will have my ass", I said, moving towards the door.

"Me first", Noah said, causing me to whirl at him in shock. He grinned fully, perfect white teeth flashing before motioning to lead the way. I walked through the main living area of the clubhouse, waving at Jolly, Nicholas and Davis before stepping through the double doors and into the warm L.A sun. I stopped to breathe in the fresh air before letting out a moan of renoun pleasure at the open space.

"You do that again around me and I'll fuck you over this goddamn bike", Noah said from behind me. I spun around, Noah's hand grabbing my forearm firmly but gently. I stared up at him in shock as he looked down at me from behind Neo-like sunglasses. "Keys. Now". I silently handed him my keys before turning and heading to my car. This was going to be a long ten minutes...

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Walking into Third Base, Noah hot on my heels, I was met with the smell of bar food, cigar smoke and bouts of laughter from crowded tables. Kay walked by, auburn hair thrown in a messy ponytail, and shot me a wink as she carefully balanced a large tray of drinks to a table in the back corner of the bar. There were a series of pool tables, a jukebox and overhead cieling fans that barely did anything to mask the heat.

Misty appeared around the corner, clipboard in hand and approached us.

"Thanks for bringing her by, Prez. I'll see she's looked after", she said, grabbing my hand to pull me after her but before I could take a step, Noah turned me to face him, lips descending upon my own in a short but heated kiss that left my lips tingling and my clit throbbing as he pulled away. Giving my ass a playful slap, Noah sauntered off to a nearby pool table where he met up with a few other chapter members. Misty and I suddenly looked at each other, facial expressions of mirrored shock clearly readable.

"The hell just happened, Misty?", I whispered harshly, a few other patrons watching me, all smirking.

"From the looks of it, I'd say the President of Bad Omens just claimed you as his old lady...publicly, I might add", she replied and turned towards the bar. I followed her without a word, bitting my bottom lip to hide my smile.

Most of the night was uneventful as Kay and I ran kitchen orders and served at the bar. I was in the process of cleaning off one of the tables when a voice behind me had my grip slipping on the beer glass and it clattered to the floor sending shards of glass scattering.

"Hello, angel". I spun around so hard I damn near fell over a chair as I stared at Larry in shock and fear. "Thought I might find you here. Seems like your kinda rundown place but playtime is over. It's time to go. Now".

He hadn't changed much in the months since I last saw him. His icy gaze pinned me where I stood yet I still managed to shake my head.

"Over my dead body", I said, gritting my teeth. Larry tipped his head back and laughed, his dark spiky hair glistening from the overhead lamps. The guy really did use too much hair gel.

"That can be arranged. Now, get your shit and let's go", he said, his hand latching around my arm to haul me to his chest. I tried fighting out of his hold, tried kicking him but all he did was laugh. "Damn, you're a fucking hellcat. Stop fighting me so we can--", but his words suddenly died. Following his line of sight I gasped at seeing Noah, Jolly, Nicholas, Nick and Davis standing in front of the entrance to the bar. Surprisingly, it was Jolly who stepped forward.

"You know...you fuck with a chapter members' old lady and you fuck with the chapter member himself. Especially when that old lady belongs to the clubs' President", he said, running his tongue over his teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kay and Misty behind the bar, arms looped together, fear marring thier features.

"Club President? Of what? The Mickey Mouse Club? Get the fuck outta my way", Larry said moving to step forward but Jolly held up a hand. Larry stopped, irritation etching his fingers.

"Last chance, bro. Don't do this. Just walk away", Jolly warned.

"I don't have time for this shit. Move or I'll move you myself", Larry said, glaring at Jolly. Jolly simply shrugged and smiled as Noah steppd forward, hands behind his back. Larry looked up at him and the color drained from his face. Noah smiled.

"President", Larry said. Noah nodded once before his right fist shot out, connecting with the side of Larry's head. Noah caught me as Larry's body hit the floor and he gave me a quick peck before turning back to him.

"President of Bad Omens, to clarify, and if you ever come near my old lady again or even breathe in her direction then a right hook wont be the only thing you'll get served", Noah said, looming over Larry as he rubbed his jaw. Before I could say or do anything, Noah was pulling me after him around the bar and down a hallway. I barely had time to register the doors we passed as Noah led me into the 'OFFICE' and slammed the door.

"Noah, what--", I started but he cut me off with his lips. His hands pulled at my clothes to get them off and a wave of fear suddenly came to the surface at him seeing me naked but as he backed me up to the desk, lips kissing and biting thier way down my neck, I realized Noah didn't really give a fuck. My flannel shirt was tossed over his shoulder somewhere on the floor, my tank top was yanked down to expose my breasts and one of my boots joined the pile of clothes just for him to get one of my legs out of my leggings and hoist it up over his hip.

Noah's lips were like fire on my skin as I felt him pull my panties to the side to swipe his fingers through my drenched folds and graze my clit. My hips jerked in response and he chuckled against my skin before sinking two long fingers inside me to the knuckle. I threw my head back, letting out a pornographic moan I didn't care to hide as my walls clamped down on his fingers.

Noah's other hand was tearing at the zipper of his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock. He suddenly pulled his fingers free from my dripping cunt to push them into my mouth and I could taste myself on his tongue. Before I could say or do anything, he pulled his fingers from my mouth to wrap around my throat and haul my chest to his, lips crashing together. It was messy, all teeth and tongues.

I could feel the head of Noah's cock prod my dripping core and I gripped his muscular shoulders for purchase. A simple thrust had me stretching to accomodate and it burned oh so good.

I whimpered into Noah's kiss, his fingers squeezing ever so slighty around my throat as he thrust again, giving me a few more inches. My brain shut down, unable to process anything but the feeling of my pussy stretching around the thick rod between my thighs, feeling every ridge and vein caress my walls.

There were no words...there didn't need to be. I raked my nails down his arms, red streaks appearing in thier wake but Noah took no notice. Another thrust. A nother inch. It was agonizingly slow and I writhed beneath him, trying to pushing him deeper with my heel but he was much more powerful. More kisses to my chest and shoulder. Another thrust. Bite marks came next. I'd walk away looking like a leper but I didn't want him to stop. Noah's grunts and groans mixed with my own whimpers and cries as one last thrust had him seated inside me to the hilt. I had never been so deliciously full.

I pulled away from him only to sink my teeth into his shoulder as I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a 2 x 4. Noah wasted no time, shuttling his cock almost ruthlessly inside my overstimulated pussy. I was so sensitive I was getting ready to come again, my nails digging into his flesh. Thrust after thrust had my body turning into putty, my brain remaining in a black out state and I let lose a scream, teeth sinking deeper. No doubt there'd be a bruise there for weeks.

Noah's pace increased, his hands griiping my hips like a vice. My thighs burned, legs were shaking as he gave a thrust so deep it sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Noah threw his head back, releasing a series of expletives as his cock twitched, rope after thick rope of come unloading inside me.

Noah held himself inside me as we struggled to catch our breath. I looked up at him through my lashes then, the euphoric look on his face causing my pussy to clench around him.

"Old lady, huh?", I asked between breaths. Noah nodded. "Well, so much for holding my own". We shared as smile as our lips met in a gentle kiss.

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