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Obey P2

Media - The Last Legion (Alternate) Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up) Couple - Romulus X Reader Reader - Y/n (Britannia Girl) Rating - 18+ ( Non Con/ Master & Slave / nudity/ 'whore'/ blowjob/ raw sex/ full sex/ pinv/ spanking/ jizz/ ejaculate/ slapping) Word Count - 1226

She begrudgingly got to her feet. Standing close enough for him to see her but far enough he couldn't touch her. Her eyes avoiding his erect cock as much as she could. She unlaced her corset and tossed it to the floor, pulled off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in her thin cream slip, her breasts poking though slightly her body below it obvious.

Romulus eyes raked over her body, devouring every inch of her curvy figure. His cock throbbed, aching to be buried deep inside her warm pussy. “Take off the slip. I want to see all of you.” He took a step closer, “Do it now or I will rip it off you myself.”

she cursed under her breath before tossing the slip over her head revealing herself,

Romulus groaned at the sight of her naked body, his cock twitching with anticipation. He reached out and cupped her ample breasts in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her close. “Such beautiful tits. I'm going to fuck these so hard.” He lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He sucked hard, nipping at the sensitive bud with his teeth while his other hand roamed her body, caressing her curves. Romulus continued to toy with her nipples, one in his mouth, the other being pinched between his fingers. He was rock hard, his cock rubbing against her stomach as he consumed her breasts. “Tell me how much you want this, my pretty. Tell me you're going to be a good little whore for me.” He released her breast with a pop, gazing into her eyes expectantly.

"yes, your grace." She answered begrudgingly,

“You have a lot to learn sweet girl. You should show your devotion to your Emperor.” he smirked sitting by the fire, “Crawl over here and give me a proper welcome kiss.” He spread his legs, his cock standing proudly, throbbing with anticipation as he beckoned her closer.

she cursed once more before she did as he asked crawling over and peppering his shaft with kisses having to close her eyes and trying not to gag,

Romulus groaned at the feeling of her warm breath on his sensitive cock. He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping the strands tightly. “That's it, good girl. Suck that cock like a proper whore.” He thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock past her lips and into her welcoming mouth.

she protested but Romulus didn't care her mouth was warm, inviting, she still had all her teeth, this was the best blow job he'd had since he left Rome,

“Fuck yes. You're a talented little cock sucker aren't you? Take it all, you filthy little whore.” He thrust harder, hitting the back of her throat with each deep stroke. Romulus could feel his balls drawing up, the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm building in his cock. “Ah fuck!” Romulus groaned, his cock twitching as he exploded in her mouth. He filled her with his hot cum, shooting stream after stream down her throat. “Swallow it all you filthy little whore. Don't even think about spitting it out.” He pulled her head back, examining her face.

She had cum dripping down her chin, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She was satisfied it was over and swallowed it all Egar to collect her clothes and leave after the humiliating evening.

But Romulus has other plans “Not so fast my pretty.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her close. “You think you've done a good job tonight? Hmm? Crawl back up here and let me look at you.” He smacked her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“No!”

“You know what I think you need?” He smacked her again, leaving a red handprint on her flesh. “I think you need to be broken in properly.” He pushed her down onto her knees again, his cock still semi-hard from his previous release. “Now Suck my cock again like a good little whore and maybe I'll let you go home.” He grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head towards his crotch.

"This is my home." She barked back,

“Shut up.” He backhanded her across the face, sending her reeling backwards. “Mind your manners you insolent little bitch.” Romulus towered over her menacingly, his eyes filled with rage. Romulus stood and grabbed her by her hair forcing her down on her knees on the bed and moving between her legs. He slapped her ass hard and rubbed his cock against her wet pussy

"Don't. You. Dare." She grunted against the pillow trying to get away

“Shut up.” He slammed his cock inside her, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. He began to fuck her hard, slamming his hips against her ass. “Ahh fuck yeah. That's it you filthy little slut. Take my cock.” He gripped her waist tightly, using her for his own pleasure.

she screamed desperately trying to get away but Romulus put his full weight ontop of her as he thrusted making sure she couldn't move. He pushed his hard cock past her folds, hitting the entrance and inside her, Her wet warmth enveloping his cock.

And he was loving it! This was the first girl since Rome he felt attracted to. All the Celtic whores he'd fucked since he arrived never felt this good, He'd never even been with a roman concubine that felt as good as this girl “Not so loud.” He clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. His other hand gripped her hair tightly as he continued to pound into her. “You like that big Roman cock don't you?” He grunted in her ear.

She bucked her hips wildly beneath him, meeting his thrusts. Despite her struggles, she was clearly enjoying it,

He shoved her head into the bed. “I'll let you cum like this.” His voice dark and sinister, “on my cock… if you obey me.”

“Fuck you!”

He flipped her over to face him and slipped back inside her again, “Not a word out of you if you know what's good for you.” Romulus warned sternly. He started fucking her fast and hard, pinning her wrists to the bed, The smack of their flesh mixed with her gasps and moans. “Shhh, be quiet baby,” He said darkly. All thoughts faded from his mind as raw need took over, animal instincts driving him on until his seed filled her and ecstasy shattered him into a thousand pieces. “Ah fuck yes!” Romulus roared as he exploded inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he filled her. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, spent and sated, a satisfied smile on his face. “Well that was… fucking incredible.” He said, still catching his breath. “You've got one hell of a tight little pussy there, baby. I think I could get used to this.” Romulus looked at her and in his exaughted state finally being satisfied after so long he pulled her close into a tight cuddle "Do you have a name?" Romulus asked

"Y/n." She answered

“Alright Y/n, let's get some rest. We've both earned it after that intense workout.” Romulus said with a smirk, still panting slightly. He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her as they lay there together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. “Sleep well, my little temptress,” Romulus whispered, already drifting off to sleep, content in the warmth of Y/n's body pressed against his own.

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Move In P2

Media - Lewis (The Mind Has Mountains) Character - Adam Douglas Couple - Adam X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 12 + Word Count - 1667

Adam woke as usual in his flat sitting up, He groaned a little as he found his bed empty with no Y/n to cuddle. He groaned in protest at the loss of his human pillow, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The events of the night before had almost been pushed completely from his mind, but the reminder of him asking her to move in made his stomach churn and twist in anxiety. He looked around the room, and he almost laughed at how empty it felt without her presence. How could a flat feel so quiet and cold without her? He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up, pulling on a shirt and some joggers before he shuffled out to the living room,

"Awww There's the little night owl. Good Afternoon." Y/n laughed as she stood in the kitchen in her usual dress making some coffee,

He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a tight hug as he leant down to rest his head on her shoulder, "You were gone when I woke up… that's not fair." he whines,

"Not fair?"

"Nope… how dare you leave before I wake up. I need cuddles in the morning." He pouted, in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"Adam do you have any idea what time it is?" she laughed,

He tilted his head to look at the clock on the wall. It read Three PM. Woah, he had slept a lot longer then he had planned. But hey, that essay had been draining… and he could still hear the tiredness in his voice. "Ah… that late huh?"

"Mhm," she nodded, "I let you rest as you were so tired." she cooed handing him some coffee and kissing him,

He took the coffee from her relishing in the warm comfort of the drink. It was so much better than the iced coffee he'd been living off the night before. "Mmm… thank you babe." He reached his free hand up to cup her cheek and held her lightly, admiring how beautiful she looked, just as perfect as ever. The thought of what he had asked the night before had come back to him again, and the nervous feeling was back. He had an opportunity now, while she was here, and he wanted an answer. "Hey… uhm, Y/n… can I talk to you about something?"

"Oh? Go on?"

He swallowed nervously, and placed his cup of coffee down on the counter next to him before sitting down at the table. "Uhm… it's about what I asked you last night… about moving in with me?"

"I remember. What about it?"

"Well… I was hoping you had an answer for me…" He said trying to sound as calm as possible, fidgeting nervously as he spoke.

"Well… not an answer. But we can discuss it. Debate. Like big grown-ups." she chuckled tapping his nose as she took a seat across from him,

He chuckled softly, the way she said it was lighthearted but he could tell this was going to be a big decision. "Yeah, I suppose we can… well, as I'm sure you guessed I brought it up for 2 main reasons… firstly I wanted you here all the time, and I don't like you having to go back to that shitty apartment with your shitty landlord" he explained, "And secondly I…" He took a breath, swallowing as his nerves were back. He was going to say it, no backing out now. He was in too deep. "I love you, and I want to spend all my time with you… and I know we're only young, we have plenty of life left, but I can see myself spending my future with you. So if you moved in with me…" he rambled, "I'd wake up every morning with you next to me, I'd come home to you at the end of the day, I'd get to cook you dinner and watch shitty shows with you, and I'd get to fall asleep holding you every night…" He took her hands in his, and met her eyes directly, trying to read her expression. "So I guess you can probably tell that I want you to say yes… and I know it's a big decision for you and there's a lot to think about. And I know we're young but I… I was hoping you'd say yes. I'd love it if you did… " He swallowed again, his mouth feeling dry as he waited for her answer,

"I know you want me to say yes Adam, that much is clear." Y/n nodded, "but it's a big decision. It's not as simple as it sounds, as sweet as it would be to intertwine our lives so closely that will also be a nightmare if we need to untangle ourselves for any reason." She explained, "But, I would like to. Once we discuss and understand the field." She said grabbing a notebook and pen, "So? Let's start easy, rent."

He nodded. Rent was a logical place to start, and one he'd already thought about quite thoroughly. He relaxed a bit, feeling a bit more reassured that she at least wanted to at least discuss it. "I was thinking we'd go half and half on it, make it 50/50. I make enough money to cover it, and there's enough space for you to have a spare room as a study or just storage if you want it," he explained, "And I was thinking it could be a month by month thing to start… to see if you like it. I'd rather you had the option to get out early if you really didn't like it or if you just weren't happy" he continued, trying to say all the things he was thinking of to hopefully persuade her

Y/n nodded making notes, "Bills?"

"We can split all the bills 50/50 too. Internet, gas, electricity, that sort of thing. And we'll split the cost of food and cleaning products,"

Y/n nodded again, "Household tasks… I do not want to touch the dishwasher. I hate it. Wet food touching my skin makes me wish to vomit."

He chuckled, taking note of that for himself, "Don't worry, I'll do the dishwasher for you, I don't mind it. I'd also do the hoovering, I find it satisfying."

"And I'll do laundry and dusting."

"Yeah, sounds good to me. Anything else you can think of that needs splitting? Or is that about it,"

"Would I be going in your rental paperwork officially?"

He shrugged, not having thought about that yet. He didn't mind whether she did or not, so he just said what he genuinely thought, "If you wanted to. It'd mean more fees to add you, but if you want to feel less temporary I'd be happy to"

"I'd like to. It'll mess up my credit if not and it's already in the utter from my damn landlord"

He paused for a moment, thinking it through a bit more now that he had thought of the extra costs to add her name, before nodding. "Yeah, that's fair enough…"

she nodded in agreement. "And … What is the intention, Adam? I don't mean just now I mean… Long term. When we wanna leave this place or get something better… Is this… Forever?" She asked almost trying to use the question as her testing how committed he was not just to her moving in but to them as a couple in general, and I'd he had any plans for anything… More than just moving in together.

The mention of the word "forever" made his heart skip a beat, the idea of a future together with her. One that he very much wanted. He reached out and took her hand in his, holding it tightly before replying. "Yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want forever with you. As my girlfriend, and as my future wife."

Y/n nodded, "and you've really thought about this? It's not some lonely spur-of-the-moment lovely dovey moon stuff Adam?"

He gave her a warm smile, he could tell she was testing him. "No, I have thought about this. I'm not just saying it because I'm being all lovey dovey now, I'm completely serious about it. It's not a spur-of-the-moment idea, I've thought about it a lot, and I'm really sure about this"

"okay." Y/n nodded.

Her response had surprised him a little, but he hid it well. He was half expecting her to keep asking questions, to keep testing. But now that she had replied it felt to him like she might have just agreed to it, "So… does that mean you're agreeing?"

Y/n nodded with a wide smile, and sat herself in his lap. "Hi roomie."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him and holding her tight against his chest. He wasn't sure what had just happened, she'd agreed to it just like that! He was pleasantly shocked, "Hi roomie." He mirrored back, but with a tone which betrayed some of the disbelief he was feeling. He held her close in his lap, still feeling in slight shock from her easy agreement. A smile was plastered on his face so wide it almost hurt, and after a moment he spoke again. "So… we're doing this? You're really going to move in with me?"

"mhm." She agreed,

His smile got even wider at her confirmation, and he squeezed her a bit tighter in his arms in a firm hug. This was really happening, they were going to live together, every morning he'd wake up to her sleeping next to him, and every day he'd see her whenever he would get home, "I love you, so damn much…"

"I love you too Adam." She cooed rubbing her nose on his,

He chuckled softly as she rubbed noses with him, holding her even tighter on his lap as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, "I can't believe this is real. We're going to live together. You're actually moving in with me. I promise this will be the best decision you’ve ever made. I’ll make sure of it."

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The Basket

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Nurse) Rating - 12 (SAD AF) Word Count - 1328

Jack found himself working with a sense of detachment tonight, as if his mind were adrift in the swirling chaos around him. A fierce storm had descended upon Port Victory, engulfing the town in a thick shroud of darkness that swallowed the moon and stars whole. The air was heavy with moisture, and the relentless rain poured down in sheets, battering against the cobblestone streets and hammering at the wooden facades of nearby buildings as if seeking to wash away all traces of humanity.

The wind howled like a wild beast, its gusts so powerful they rattled the shutters on the windows, causing them to bang against their frames with a cacophony that echoed through the empty alleyways. In moments of particularly fierce gusts, even the sturdiest gentlemen struggled to keep their footing, their hats swept away as they sought refuge from the tempest.

The streets lay deserted, the usual hum of life muted under the storm's roar. Every resident was tucked away in their homes, hunkered down against the violent weather, waiting for the tempest to pass. The storm had transformed the vibrant town into a quiet, eerie landscape, where the only sounds were the drumming of rain and the howling wind, creating an unsettling atmosphere that Jack felt deep in his bones.

Jack had resigned himself to the realities of his job that evening, he had lost the coin toss against Sneed, and now he found himself assigned to the night shift. While some might grumble about such a fate, Jack didn’t mind it all that much. The night shift had a certain tranquility that the frantic pace of the daytime hours lacked.

Jack relished the stillness that enveloped the workplace. The vibrations of daily chatter faded into the background, replaced by an almost soothing silence.

With the solitude wrapping around him like a warm blanket, Jack felt a sense of clarity wash over him. He could tackle everything from organizing files to completing those detailed reports that often got pushed aside. The night shift, with its calm and quiet, was not just bearable; it was a welcome respite, a chance for Jack to find his rhythm and make progress on things. He had already finished his last rounds on the wards, finished his morgue work and all his paperwork before it had even it ten o'clock.

Jack worked diligently in the dimly lit theatre prep room, the air filled with the faint scent of chemical cleaners and metallic sparks. He stood by a sturdy workbench, his leather apron snug against his chest, and hummed a gentle tune to keep himself company. The soft sound of his melody mingled with the quiet clinking of metal as he tossed his assortment of scalpels and surgical tools from one hand to the other, meticulously cleaning each instrument.

As he held each scalpel up to the light, he took a moment to admire the precision of their blades, catching glimpses of his own reflection in their shiny surfaces. He knew he should devote more time to caring for his tools; after all, they were an extension of his skill and artistry in the operating theatre. Yet, with the demands of his job and the constant rush of life around him, he often found that such maintenance fell by the wayside. Today, however, he made an effort, sharpening the edges with a whetstone, feeling the smoothness beneath his fingers as he set each tool aside in neat rows.

Every so often, Jack glanced out the window into the dark theatre, as he’d left the door open to the hospital’s entryway ensuring he would see if anyone arrived, or if anyone needed him for any reason.

Footsteps caught his attention, so he glanced up and smiled at the sight.

Nurse Y/n hurried into the theatre with a pile of freshly cleaned sheets in her arms, her grey nurse's dress shifting with her steps where it desperately needed a hem. She softly smiled in his direction as they met eyes.

Jack smiled back, watching as she hurried down the stairs under the theatre’s standing rows to put the sheets away. As soon as she disappeared he fought back a wicked smirk and returned to his work with his tools, already thinking up plans for the rest of his night, if y/n wasn’t too busy of course. He shook away such ideas… for now, and continued his work without much concern every so often looking out to the harsh storm’s attack on the town.

But Jack perked up a little as he heard the front door open, the sounds of the storm rushing in as it was held open for a few brief moments then closed again. He looked out but only saw darkness, the storm had long since knocked out power and no doubt the door open so long blew out any candles that had lit the room.

He called out but found no answer.

He raised an eyebrow rather confused, so he set down his tools and tossed his apron on the counter stepping slowly out into the theatre.

Jack knew not why, but he felt a shiver up his spine. Something told him to move slowly and cautiously. He stepped slowly across the theatre the scent of blood long lingering in his nose.

He called out a second time but found no answer.

Jack gulped and stepped though the open doors out into the entry way. He looked in all directions, the corridor was empty, the desk had a basket, the doors’ closed, the other corridor was empty, the stairs empty, and he just came out that door.

He stepped slowly across the stone floor keeping his breath steady as he kept looking for any sign of anyone before he froze up a little cold.

Why did the desk have a basket?

He turned back staring at the decently large wicker basket sat on the desk. He knew it hadn’t been there before.

His mind began to flood with possibilities,

Maybe it was full of spiders!

Or Frogs!

Or a horrific curse totem!

Or maybe someone just brought cookies for a patient or something?

He called out once more but this time an answer came, but not an answer he had expected.

A loud cry began.

The loud and merciless cry of an infant.

Jack’s blood ran cold as the sound hit his ears, without doubt, it coming from the basket.

He didn’t hesitate to close the gap between himself and the basket, pulling open the wicker basket’s lid to reveal.

A soft white blanket and cushion stuffed into the basket, with two little babies crying for attention swaddled tight.

A small letter was sealed atop their blanket.

All the air left his lungs, and his heart both broke and melted at the sight of the newborns.

He already knew his fears were true, these little ones had been abandoned by whoever had dropped them here tonight. He instantly felt a kinship with them.

His hand came to wipe the little tear from one of their cheeks, fighting back his own but still, a smile grew.

Y/n came up behind him to ask what was happening,

But Jack gave no answer merely letting her see was enough,

She gasped her hands in front of her mouth and tears welling up in her eyes, as she also came to soothe the little children.

Y/n took the small letter and opened it up hoping for an answer,

“Dear Hospital, Our mummy can’t take care of us. She is very sorry but only wants what is best for us. Our names are Abigail and Albert, please take care of us.” She read,

Jack and Y/n shared a look between them, exchanging a thousand words in silence,

Y/n knew of Jack’s past and could see how he had already become attached so nodded softly.

Which caused Jack to smile as he picked up little Abigail and held her to his chest, “Don’t you worry, we’ll take care of you. We promise.” He cooed,

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Good Morning Benny

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 18+ Bj/ waking with bj/ jizz/ making out/ full sex/ condomsex/ pinv/orgasms Word Count - 995

Benny groaned a little as he woke up in his cold basement apartment. The sound of snow fluttering down to the new York city streets beyond his windows. But the warmth of his bed kept him cosy for now. However benny was distracted as soon s he woke up he noticed his girlfriend Y/n under the covers her warm lips wrapped around his morning would licking and sucking on his shaft edging him closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Ohhh-Fuck yeah, Y/n,” Benny grunted, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with her talented mouth. “You're gonna make me blow my load if you keep that up, baby.” He thrust his hips slightly, fucking her face as she took every inch of his hard cock down her throat. Benny could feel the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine, warning him of the impending eruption. “Gonna cum, sweetheart… You better be ready.”

“Mmmhmm,” Y/n hummed around his cock, her eyes meeting his with a wicked gleam. She was loving the way he felt in her mouth, the salty taste of his precum on her tongue, and getting to torment Benny like this by basically having his brain in her mouth which all b ut turned her suave chess boyfriend into a adoring little mess.

Benny could feel the pressure building up inside him, threatening to explode at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. “Fuck, you're so good at that… Benny panted, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

Benny's breath caught in his throat as he felt the first waves of his orgasm crashing over him. “Ugh, fuck!” he groaned loudly, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he exploded in Y/n's mouth.

She eagerly lapped up every last drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

Benny shuddered beneath her, spent from the intense orgasm. “Damn, you really know how to start the morning off right,” He chuckled, pulling her up for a kiss.

Y/n happily kissed him back and sat herself on Benny's lap, wearing only the sheer black babydoll she wore to bed, "I missed you Benny" She cooed between kisses down his neck

Benny grinned wickedly. He loved how she always woke him up with a bang, so to speak. “Missed me? We’ve been in bed together all night… But I have missed seeing your pretty face,” He murmured, his hands roaming over her curves. Benny couldn't help but stare at her lacy black lingerie, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her bare pussy and breasts from his hungry gaze. “I love waking up to you like this,” Benny growled, his fingers tracing the edge of her babydoll. “You're so fucking sexy.”

Y/n egarly giggled rubbing her hips forward to rub her wet slit against his fingers

The soft skin of her pussy felt like heaven against Benny's fingers as she ground herself against him. “Mmm, you're so wet for me already,” Benny purred, his thumb rubbing her clit as his other fingers slid inside her dripping pussy. “Fuck, you're tight,” He groaned, fucking her with his fingers as she rode his hand.

Y/n moaned and whined riding his fingers enthusiasticly kissing and biting his neck giving benny a hard hickey

Benny grunted in pleasure as Y/n's teeth sank into his neck, leaving a bright red mark behind. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her orgasm approaching quickly. “Cum for me, baby,” He growled, thumbing her clit harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. “Let me feel you come all over my hand.”

Y/n cried out, her walls clamping down on Benny's fingers as she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

Benny could feel Y/n's pussy pulsing around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. He loved watching her lose control, her moans and whimpers driving him even crazier with desire. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum,” Benny panted, his cock throbbing against his boxer briefs. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, his cock leaking precum in anticipation. “Get on your hands and knees,” He commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Y/n obeyed immediately,

Benny grinned at the sight of Y/n's perfect ass, round and juicy, waiting for him. “Fuck, you have the most amazing ass,” He groaned, leaning over her to run his hands over her cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose her glistening pussy. Then he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance, pressing against her wet folds.

Y/n whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to impale herself on his thick shaft.

“Patience, baby,” Benny chuckled, slowly pushing inside her, feeling her tight heat gripping him like a vice. Inch by inch, he slid deeper into her, until he was buried to the hilt, “Ugh, you feel so good,” He groaned, his hands sliding around to grip her hips as he began to move. Benny started off with slow, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of Y/n's tight pussy clasped around his cock. He leaned forward, chest to back, and nipped at her ear. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard,” He growled, picking up speed as he began to pound into her, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.

Y/n moaned loudly, her nails digging into the sheets as she met him thrust for thrust.

Benny reached around, thumbing her clit as he fucked her, coaxing her towards another orgasm. “Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Y/n screamed squirting down the bed as she came collapsing onto their sheets,

The clenching of her pussy was enough to tip him over too and Benny filled the condom before he pulled out and collasped next to her. “Fuck…” He cursed wiping his sweat as he gasped,

“Good Morning Benny…” she gasped,

“Good Morning Y/n…” He chuckled back,

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The Storm P2

Media - Dune Prophesy (Before The Flashback) Character - Albert Atreides (Age Up) Couple - Albert X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 Word Count - 973

Albert’s heart was still fluttering as he led Y/n through the main house and towards his room. The entire time there was a huge smile on his face. Once they got to his room, he opened the door and quickly ushered her inside, he shut the door and quickly locked it with his makeshift knot lock he’d made as his father never allowed him to have a real lock 'in case something happened' but of course, he wanted his own space. Especially as his bedroom was on the ground floor.

Y/n Giggled, set her bag down and kicked her boots off looking over at his bed with her bottom lip between her teeth,

When he saw the look that Y/n was giving, it sent a shiver down his spine. knowing that look on her face... it was a look that sent his heart racing and made his cheeks flush, he moved over to the bed, sitting down on it, "Come here..."

Y/n giggled and happily sat down beside him, pulling Albert into a deep kiss.

Albert immediately leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

Y/n’s hands trailing into his dark curls,

he let out a soft little moan into the kiss, he pulled her closer, running a hand down her back, down to the small of her back, before he gently squeezed her ass.

she moaned softly. Almost giggling into the kiss as how attentive he was being to her,

he broke the kiss, panting softly as he looked at her with a smirk on his face, he gently nuzzled into her neck and began to give her a hickey on the side of it, his hands still firmly squeezing her

Y/n giggled and gasped twisting his hair a little harder as she moved her head to give him the space needed to attack her neck with kisses. Her other hand trailed his chest tugging on the thin rope laces of his tattered brown shirt. "ooh! Albert." Y/n giggled as his squeeze was enough to make her jump

he chuckled, as he began to suck on her collarbone, nipping it and leaving a small, though very evident hickey, "Like that?" he asked, speaking against her skin and leaving a small bite,

"I like everything you do." She whispered tugging on his shirt

he hummed, a rush of affection for her flooding through him. he gave another small bite to her collarbone and pulled back so she could pull his shirt off. And tossed it to the floor of his room leaving his chest and stomach bare before her

she hummed happily rubbing her hands on his chest, "umm there's my handsome boy."

he blushed at her words, a shy yet happy smile on his face, his own hands gently taking her hips and pulling her closer to him

Y/n smirked and kissed Albert once more. Before she guided him down onto his bed gently with her on top but not putting her whole weight on him, being very careful of his bad leg

he gave a small laugh when she pushed him back onto the bed. he loved this, her on top of him like this.

Y/n smiled down at him fixing his hair and giving him a soft loving kiss "humm why must you look so very handsome laid shirtless in your bed?" She teased

Albert blushed under her stare, he smiled, a mischievous and yet shy little smile as he said "Why must you look so very beautiful laying on top of me?"

Y/n giggled "Maybe, because it's where I am meant to be." She answered slowly and carefully climbing up into his lap,

Albert watched her climb up into his lap, his hands gently holding her hips as she hovered above him and straddled him.

Y/n felt the grip he held on her hips and she very seriously asked him "are you sure?"

he stared up at her, his eyes still wide and his heart thumping against his chest. he gave her an affirming nod

Y/n nodded and slowly lowered herself fully sitting and putting all her weight on his hips "There we go, there we are... Nice and gentle, nice and slow" Y/n muttered as she shifted and adjusted not giving him her full weight immediately letting him gradually feel It while she shifted her hips back and forth rubbing against his bulge "ugh- fuck-" she cursed already getting excited just from the grinding

a shiver went through his whole body as she began shifting and grinding, moving her hips back and forth in a way that left him panting, "ugh- Y/n... you feel so good..." He managed to breath out, his cheeks flushing as the feeling of her grinding on him was already driving him crazy, he let out a deep moan, arching his back slightly as she started to grind on him harder

Y/n panted settling her hands on his stomach and moving harder against him her dress falling off one shoulder

he let out a deep moan, his hands tightening their grip on her hips he watched her for a moment, moving his hands from her hips to gently brush the strap of the dress from over her shoulder, slowly pulling it down her body, wanting to get a better view of her

Y/n moaned loudly throwing her head back. "yeah?" She asked reaching back towards the dress laces,

he groaned at her loud moan, "Yes. Take it off."

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Obey

Media - The Last Legion (Alternate) Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up) Couple - Romulus X Reader Reader - unnanmed (Britannia Girl) Rating - 18+ ( Non Con/ Master & Slave / nudity) Word Count - 1647

Romulus like many young emperors before him was beyond bored after only a few years of rule. So he decided to go out with a legion of his best and conquer… Something. He wasn't overly bothered he mostly just wanted to fuel his ego and potentially come back with something cool to display in the throne room. But still! He went! Bravely and determined. He decided to go to Brittania. Given that there were already a few legions there, he could make a big show of finishing off the conquest that was already about ninety percent finished. But it wasn't as easy as he first imagined.

The rain, mud and damp cold made the warm baths of Rome feel so missed. And it hadn't helped in all the time he'd been on his conquest he'd only come across Celtic women since arriving. And as much as he tried the muddy matted, women were not doing it for him. After all this time he was angry, he was frustrated, he was desperate for blood, sex, violence, and general chaos!

He rode into a new village with his legion expecting resistance and battle for bloodshed and glory, only to find the village not really caring they were there, going about their business even the chickens walked across the mud before his horse without a single frightened squawk.

Romulus's face scrunched up in confusion as he surveyed the scene before him. The village was bustling with activity, but there was no sign of fear or panic. The villagers went about their daily tasks, seemingly oblivious to the presence of a Roman legion on their doorstep.

“Where is the resistance?” Romulus demanded, turning to his centurion. “These people should be arming themselves and preparing for battle!”

The centurion shrugged, having attempted to tell his emperor that the Britannia natives and Celts just didn’t care about them all that much but he’d been ignored so many times he’d stopped caring to bother. And simply inflated his ego a little more for fear of facing the young emperors wrath. “Perhaps they are gathering their courage, Emperor. It is not uncommon for barbarian tribes to appear fierce until the moment of combat.”

Romulus climbed down from his horse and approached a blacksmith,

"Ye up, what's ya weight stranger?" The blacksmith asked,

Romulus glared at the blacksmith, his eyes narrowing in disgust at the man's crudeness. He quickly dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “I am Romulus Augustus, Emperor of Rome! I do not need to weigh myself before you, you uncultured brute! If you are not going to give me the respect I deserve I will cut you down to bleed in this muddy place!”

"I meant no offence stranger. I care not about yourself meerly your troubles you carry with you" the blacksmith clarified,

“Do not pretend to understand, you uncivilized brute,” he muttered under his breath. “I am your new Emperor, I have conquered your land and you are now my people. And I demand my people obey.”

“Right oh stranger.”

Turning his attention to the villagers, he called out to them. “Attention, people of this vile land! We come not to harm, but to bring the might of Rome to your backward region. Bow before your new masters!” Romulus declared, He waited for them to express their fear and kneel at his feet.

However, the villagers merely glanced up from their tasks and went about their business.

“Well? Are you all just naturally obedient or are you so stupid you cannot comprehend? Send word to your village leader that I require an audience!”

the village continued their business,

Romulus's face reddened with anger as he watched the villagers continue to ignore him. He turned to his centurion, his voice dripping with contempt. “Is this what passes for leadership in these parts? I expect you to find this imbecile who calls himself a village leader and bring him to me! If he does not comply, then he will pay the ultimate price!”

The centurion nodded and scampered off to find the leader and soon enough, a round gentleman approached, "AHH! Good morning.”

“What is the meaning of this? Are you the fool who believes himself to be in charge of this pitiful village? I am the Emperor of Rome, and I demand your immediate compliance!”

"yes of course, our compliance. Whatever you wish us to comply with…"

Romulus waved his hand dismissively. “Do not play the fool with me! I am here to bring order to this cesspool you call a village! You will comply with my every demand, or suffer the consequences! Is that understood?”

"understood"

Romulus nodded, satisfied with the man's response. “Good. I am conquering this land in the name of Rome! I am your emperor and you are part of My EMPIRE! Now you will do as I command yes? Swear yourselves to me and obey rome’s commands.”

“Yes… your grace.”

“…You seem… very compliant?”

“With all due respect… your grace, I ain’t never seen ya before. None of us has ever been beyond the sea. Few of us can even read a map enough to know where Rome is. You could be a mad lad drunk from Mosswood for all we know.” He shrugged,

Romulus snarled, “Does the big fuck off Roman Legion not tip you off!”

“We get Roman’s pass through all the time. Most they do is nick the crops and stiff the brothel girls.”

“Do I not look like a Roman, an Emperor, A GOD among MEN!”

“…I get the feelin’ you don’t want an honest answer.”

“Do you or do you not surrender to me?”

“We do. Can we get back to farming now?”

“…Yes.” He nodded, “But first I require accommodations befitting an Emperor. Prepare my chambers immediately, and send a stable hand to tend to my horse. And prepare lodgings for my men. Chop Chop. Or I start cutting off fingers.”

"the best we can offer is the east fort."

Romulus clenched his fists, his eyes widening in anger. “Is that all you have to offer? I am the Emperor of Rome! I demand the finest accommodations in the land! You will find a way to accommodate my needs, or you will face my wrath!”

the village master did his best to accommodate the legion mostly in barns and the old sheds fitting the brothel to full capacity. While having to move his own family out of his house so Romulus could stay in it.

Romulus strode into the small house, his eyes scanning his surroundings. “This will suffice. But mark my words, I expect only the best from this point forward! You will not be punished for this inconvenience, but do not let it happen again! Now, send someone to fetch my dinner!”

"yes of course your grace." The village master nodded taking his family to try and sort things out,

By nightfall, Romulus relaxed by the fire and enjoyed the dinner he was brought but not long before he was set for bed, a woman arrived at the house.

She simply walked in and set a bag on the table. She was pretty… very pretty with muddy boots, a long brown skirt, a white blouse and a brown corset. Immediately Romulus liked the look of her. The first time he'd thought a Brittania girl attractive since he arrived. He stood slowly bitting hit bottom lip and looking her over, “Ah, That’s better. Proactive I like it. you must be the woman sent to tend to my needs.” Romulus approached her, “What is your name, my dear?”

she jumps as she hears him clearly not expecting him to be here, "uhh who are you?"

Romulus chuckled, taking a step closer to her. “Do not be afraid, my sweet. I am the one who will be staying in this house. My name is Romulus Augustus, Emperor of Rome. I assure you, I mean you no harm. In fact, I require your services.”

"where's my father?"

Romulus waved his hand dismissively. “ enough questions. I have need of your body. Take off your clothes.”

The curve of her lips turned to a frown as confusion filled her eyes. “Excuse me?!”

“Now, I said take off your clothes, woman!” Romulus growled, his eyes blazing with desire and barely contained anger. “Do you wish to anger me to the point of punishment your a very pretty little thing, don’t make me cut up that pretty little face.”

"Father!" She screamed and immediately the village master arrived,

"Oh! My goodness! Forgive me your grace my daughter was out foraging she meant no offence in disturbing you"

Romulus glared, “Do not take liberties with my time or my desires. This town is mine, it’s people my own. So…This woman is my servant now and I have need of her. You may leave us. Now.”

"but - your grace she is my eldest daughter -" the village master pleaded,

Romulus grabbed the man by the collar of his tunic and yanked him close, his eyes boring into the man's. “DO NOT TEST ME OLD MAN!” Romulus shoved the man away, sending him stumbling backwards. “Leave. Now. If I see you again before dawn, it will be your last dawn.” Romulus slammed the door and turned his attention to her, “Now, I told you to disrobe. Do it now before I count to three.”

"Who the hell do you think you are!" She protests

Romulus grabbed her by the throat, his fingers tightening as she gasped for air. “Who the hell do I think I am? I am the Emperor of Rome! You will show me respect or you will suffer the consequences!”

she gasped and clawed at his arm as he tossed her across the house

Romulus watched her land in a heap on the other side of the room, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"… Yes… Your grace." She choked knowing she didn't have a choice

“Good girl. Now, come here and show your Emperor the respect he is due.” He unfastened his trousers, his cock springing free, thick and erect. “Do not keep me waiting.”

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That's Y/n!

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader (Age GAP) Reader - Y/n Rating - 17 Word Count - 696

Benny pulled up to his old friend Daniel’s house, a familiar mix of excitement and nostalgia washing over him. Having been on the road for the chess season, he had unfortunately missed several of their cherished poker nights, so he was eager to reconnect, even if just for a few fleeting moments before his upcoming trip to Paris.

He made his way into the dining room, which Daniel had transformed into a permanent poker room. The soft glow of a Tiffany lampshade cast a warm light across the large plush poker table.

He stepped into the lively gathering, his warm smile lighting up the room as he greeted each person with a friendly nod and a few words. After making his rounds, he made his way to the cooler, where he selected a cold beer, the condensation glistening on the bottle as he popped it open. With the satisfying crack of the cap echoing in the background, he took a moment to savour the refreshing drink.

Benny perked up as he heard footsteps, and peeked into the kitchen to see a very interesting sight, that immediately made Benny bite his bottom lip.

A woman gracefully descended the staircase, her bare feet making soft sounds against the polished wood. She wore a playful, short mod mini dress adorned in vibrant shades of green and white, featuring a neat row of buttons running down one side. Delicate bracelets jingled on her wrists, catching the light as she moved. Her hair fell in soft, bouncy curls, framing her face beautifully, while a stylish white headband perched atop her head, keeping her locks effortlessly in place. With a carefree demeanour, she wandered toward the refrigerator, her thoughts drifting, as she reached for a cold soda can,

Benny felt an instant connection when he laid eyes on her, a spark of intrigue igniting within him. He took a slow, appreciative sip of his cold beer, letting the crisp flavour linger on his tongue. As he brushed his fingers thoughtfully through his thick facial hair, he gathered his confidence. With a playful swagger in his step, he approached her from behind, the vibrant sounds of the bar fading into the background. In one bold, decisive movement, he planted a firm smack on her backside, his grin widening, “Well hello Baby,” He growled,

“Ahh-” She squealed as she flipped around to face him, almost dropping her soda,

“Are you the pretty little thing who’s gonna be bringing me beer while we play tonight?” he smirked, “Or are you just one of the prizes?”

She quickly and sheepishly shook her head,

“No?” he smiled wickedly, “what is your pretty little ass here for then, baby?”

“Benny,” Daniel warned from the doorframe,

“What?” Benny complained, “You can’t have this walking about and not expect us to want to get a little taste too.” he smirked, “Come on Dan, share your pretty girly,”

She quickly took her soda and scampered away up the stairwell again, Benny of course taking a moment to lean on the counter as she went doing his best to get a view up her dress as she climbed the stairs,

“Not my girlfriend. Benny.” Daniel sighed,

“Oh? You just got cute girls running around your house now?” Benny laughed, “Should have told me, I’d been over way sooner.”

Daniel gave up trying to make Benny catch on, very quickly realizing that Benny wasn’t thinking with his brain right now, so he smirked, “That’s Y/n.”

“That’s Y/n-” Benny began but his eyes went wide and he gulped, “That’s Y/n!”

“Yep, she just got back from college.”

“…Well how the hell was I supposed to know!” Benny complained,

“The fact you’ve literally known her, for her whole life?”

“Yeah but I don’t see her alot, I don’t think I’ve even seen her since like… she was… in high school… maybe…”

“Benny you are literally one of her godparents.”

“I am?” Benny asked, “That seems like a terrible idea.”

“Yeah well, Alice said I was allowed one friend as a godparent and you're the only one she ever remotely liked.”

“Damn… What a bitch,”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “but come on we’re starting the game, and please do try not to hit on my daughter.”

“No promises.”

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The Maid's Day Off P2

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Maid) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1278

The next day, Jack was up early for work so he got up, and dressed. Rubbing his neck a little, he rather liked it being so quiet so early. He got himself dressed and walked downstairs and was a little confused by the fact Y/n wasn't around. He had expected to maybe see her around, cooking or cleaning. He sat at the table and started to eat his breakfast. As he ate he suddenly remembered what he had told her yesterday. He remembered he'd given her the day off to enjoy herself.

He looked towards her bedroom door for a moment. He still didn't know if she would actually enjoy herself though.

Jack sighed and sat down to breakfast, he did find it a little strange… almost unnerving that he was all alone. He did, kinda miss her. Jack finished breakfast and stood up. He looked at her door again for a moment. He was concerned. Maybe he should check on her? see if she was actually spending the day for herself. He was careful and he quietly opened her bedroom door revealing the small room Y/n shared with the laundry stuff. Her clothes hung up neatly, shoes perfectly placed and her small metal single bed in the corner. Where a figure laid. Jack peered in when he opened her door and saw her. his eyes widened slightly.

Y/n laid in her bed, having turned off her alarm clock and allowed herself to sleep in cuddled up with her sheets and a small tattered stuffed cat.

Jack couldn't help but smile a little. He stepped inside and closed the door. He didn't want to disturb her in her peaceful moment. He walked over to her bedside and watched her carefully for a moment. The smile on his face grew a little as he watched her. He had never seen her so relaxed, or so peaceful. She looked very cute. he could only hope she was dreaming about nicer things

Y/n stirred a little pulling her cat closer,

he chuckled light and hummed. He carefully tucked a little bit of her hair behind her ear. trying to be careful not to wake her up. He looked at her at her peaceful sleeping body. “You rest, and have a nice day off my little maid.” he cooed, kissing her forehead.

Jack left her room as his mind continued to be filled with the image of her. He was still concerned about her. but at least she got a lie in… that was something at least.

After a long day at the hospital, Jack came home tossing his shoes and Jacket looking around to see the house as he left it. There was dinner on the table as usual. But Y/n wasn't around again.

Jack turned the corner and looked around "Y/n? Y/n?" he called out for her,

"Hello." Y/n cooed from her bedroom,

Jack jumped slightly and his expression instantly relaxed as she spoke. He sighed and sighed quietly. his shoulders relaxed, "You startled me. You okay?" He asked her, and he walked towards her room quietly. He went over and looked into her room finding her sitting on her bed, her back against the wall with a ball of yawn beside her. Wearing a dress he'd never seen before. Jack had always seen Y/n in her uniform but today she wore a little white blouse and a long pink skirt her curls loose with a pink bow in her hair,

"Is that a new dress?" He asked

"No, one I don't wear often." She answered moving the yawn between her fingers,

Jack nodded and hummed. his first thought, adorable. He watched her as she played with the yarn in her hands. "It's a nice dress." he comments, trying to make her feel better about wearing something other than a uniform. his mind was still clouded with worry. he was a little concerned about her

"Thank you sir." She smiled "How was work?"

Jack leaned against her door frame and crossed his arms. He sighed lightly and shrugged "As usual. Patients, patients and more patients." He explained, his tone was a little tired after his day at work. Jack walked inside and sat on the edge of her bed. He looked at her with a softer expression. His mind was still clouded. He was still concerned about her. "What'd you do today?"

"I slept in." She smiled

Jack nodded and smiled, the worry in his mind subsided slightly, "I noticed you slept in. How was it?" He asked her curiously,

"strange. I kept waking up." Y/n explained

Jack nodded again and sighed, that didn't sound good. the worry in his mind came back. She kept waking up. "Did you continue going back to sleep?" He asked her,

she nodded

Jack nodded, slightly relieved. "How late did you sleep till?" He asked her calmly and in a quiet tone

"half past nine."

Jack nodded again. She slept for an acceptable amount of time given how early she usually wakes up. "What did you do other than sleep then?" He asked her, he was curious to see how she spent her day for herself

"I walked to town. And I popped into the bookshop and found some nice new books."

Jack nodded and hummed, his head started to feel a little lighter. He was feeling better knowing she was enjoying herself and spending some time for herself, "What did you buy?" He asked her,

"a couple new stories. And I got a book on crocheting, so I can learn. Get a hobby like you told me to"

Jack smiled and nodded. He was happy she was actually listening to his advice. It was good to know she was doing something she liked. He smiled, "I'm proud of you." He said in a soft tone. he was. he was very proud of her to the point of feeling his heart swell a little.

Y/n smiled "thank you doctor Dawkins. I got some yawns and needles too. And look!" She cooed setting her yawn down and grabbing her old cat plushie that now has a small red jumper "I already made a little jumper for him"

Jack looked at the little toy and its little jumper and he smiled, it was adorable. he chuckled lightly at the sight of the little cat "You made him a jumper? That's cute, "he cooed. his heart swelled slightly at the sight of the little jumper. It was adorable. The small cat looked very cosy in its little jumper " you made that today?" He asked her

Y/n nodded and continued with her yawn "I think I shall make a scarf next"

Jack chuckled and smiled. "That's a good choice. A little cat would look very cosy in a scarf" He commented. He had no clue he was being as soft as he was, which was a rarity on its own. his heart swelled a little at the sight of her in her bedroom crocheting a new scarf for her cute cat. he adored seeing her do this it was cute, and surprisingly calming for him

"maybe I could make him some socks" Y/n giggled

Jack chuckled and nodded, "I'm sure he would look adorable in some socks"

"Maybe once I get a little better I can make bigger socks, scarves and jumpers. Maybe I could make one for you."

Jack paused and blinked. a little surprised "You'd..want to make something for me?" He asked her, his tone soft. he seemed a little confused. he wasn't used to people wanting to give him anything

"mhm"

Jack was still slightly confused, but he smiled. "That's very kind of you. Y/n" He said, “I’m happy you enjoyed your day off my little maid.” He smiled taking her hand and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

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You Will

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Spy) Rating - 17 (Murder & Death) Word Count - 767

Daemon peeled off his armour piece by piece, the weight of the metal lifting from his shoulders as he felt the tension of the day begins to fade. The dim light of his cabin cast warm shadows on the wooden walls, creating a cosy cocoon away from the chaos of battle. He poured a generous glass of rich, velvety Dornish wine, its deep ruby colour glistening in the flickering candlelight. As he took a sip, the complex flavours danced on his palate, mingling notes of dark cherry and spice that perfectly complemented the sense of relaxation washing over him. Outside, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, allowing Daemon to unwind at last.

“Prince Daemon! Prince Daemon!” A guard shouts,

“What!” He barked back,

“The spies have been captured, your grace!”

“Bring them before me,” Daemon demanded, “Now.”

Daemon strode confidently to the bustling deck of the ship, where a throng of men had assembled, their voices rising in a chorus of cheers and shouts. The air was thick with excitement as the captured spies were brought forth, their faces a mix of defiance and fear. Chains clinked ominously around their knees, which they were compelled to kneel on the splintered wooden planks, the salty breeze tousling their hair as they bowed before the raucous crowd. The sight stirred the men’s blood and lust, their cheers echoing against the crashing waves, a testament to their victory.

Two straggly men and a young woman,

“The spies, who traded our every move to the crabfeeder and his armies.” Daemon scoffed, “You allowed your fellow man to be staked to the sand and fed like worthless fish scraps,” he spat down at them, “skoro syt should īlon daor grant keskydoso mercy naejot ao hae ao assured syt tolie” (why should we not grant the same mercy to you as you assured for others)

Daemon turned away a moment but he was frozen,

“Kesrio syt īlva mercy iksin daor syt ao, yn syt se thousands hen vali ao slain lēda drakarys se crashing ships bē īlva shores” (Because our mercy was not for you, but for the thousands of men you slain with dragon fire and crashing ships upon our shores.) The girl spat back,

Daemon looked back to her over his shoulder, “Ao ȳdragon Valyrīha riña?” (You speak Valyrian girl?)

She nodded,

He turned fully to her drew dark sister from the sheath and pressed the tip against her throat, “Pār, riña. ivestragon nyke? skoro syt ao decided naejot iderēbagon iā paktot isse bisa? ao could emagon gone se dēmāt arlī isse aōha slum se watched perzys daomio va īlva qrinuntyssy. Yn instead ao iderēbagon naejot spy syt se crab feeder se zȳhon vali, cost se lives hen thousands kesīr naejot save ao.” (Then, girl. tell me? Why you decided to pick a side in this? You could have gone and sat back in your slum and watched fire rain on our enemies. But instead you choose to spy for the crab feeder and his men, cost the lives of thousands here to save you.)

“Bisa iksis īlva lenton, gaomi daor jorrāelagon saving” (This is our home, we do not need saving)

Daemon scoffed allowing the tip of his blade to slip down her throat and cut into the fabric of her dress until her cleavage was exposed,

But she never flinched,

“Your name girl?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, Would you be willing to die for what you’ve done?”

She sat without emotion, without hesitation,

“Kill the men. Make her watch. Then bring her to me.” Daemon ordered,

The men of the ship groaned and complained wanting their turn with her too after the rush of war,

The captured men begged and pleaded for their lives but they were mercilessly dragged off the side of the ship, hung from their necks off the side to hang and be attacked by the waves,

Y/n was yanked to her feet, her heart racing as she was made to witness the unfolding scene. Daemon, his expression cold and menacing, held dark sister against her neck, its glint reflecting the dim light around them. Yet, despite the imminent threat, she stood resolute, her resolve unwavering as she refused to show even a flicker of fear.

“gaomas ziry daor sadden ao? naejot ūndegon aōha accomplices morghūljagon?” (does it not sadden you? To see your accomplices die?) Daemon whispered to her,

She remained silent,

“Speak.” He commanded,

“Kesan daor obūljarion” (I will not surrender.) she scoffed,

Daemon scoffed, “Kesā ñuha pet, isse jēda” (You will my pet, In time.) he growled pressing a kiss to her cheek and dragging her to his cabin.

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Camping Trip P2

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Characters - Newt, Thomas, Minho Couples - Newt X Reader, thomas x reader, Minho x Reader Rating - 18 + Non con / fingering/ nudity/ forced orgasm/ pinv/ forced sex/ groping/ stripping/ shoking/ gaging/ bj/ jizz/ breast play/ threesome/ Word Count - 1458

Newt dragged her back to camp where Minho and Thomas were waiting having cleared the picnic table. Immediately newt tossed her down on her back and Minho and Thomas pinned her down.

"Let me go- let me go please," she begged

"Quiet now, princess," Newt growled, his eyes blazing with intensity as he pinned her wrists above her head.

Minho and Thomas held her legs apart,

"You're not going anywhere until we're done with you," Newt sneered,

Thomas leaned forward, his mouth inches from Y/n's ear, "We're just getting started," he whispered, making her shudder with fear.

Minho's eyes flicked to Newt, then back to Y/n's face, "She's so pretty when she's scared," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Newt's gaze locked onto hers, his pupils dilating as he reached for her "You're ours now, princess," he hissed, his lips curling into a cruel smile. newt took charge first forcing his fingers inside her and forcibly rubbing her clit.

Minho's hands were like vice grips on Y/n's breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples until she screamed in agony

Thomas pulled out his cock and forced it into her mouth muffling her screaming, forcing its way past her lips and down her throat as he silenced her cries with a rough kiss.

"Fuuuuck," Newt groaned, his fingers working her clit with ruthless efficiency as he prepared her for the onslaught that was to come.

"You're so hot right now," Minho cooed, his voice dripping with sadism as he slapped Y/n's breast again.

Thomas's hips began to move, pumping his cock into Y/n's mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Newt added another finger, stretching her wide as he worked her towards another orgasm.

Y/n's eyes were wild, her face twisted in a mask of terror and pain as the three men used her for their pleasure.

Newt's fingers curled deeper inside her, finding the spot that made her scream with pleasure and pain. He rubbed it mercilessly, building up to a crescendo that would leave her begging for mercy.

Minho's grip on her breasts tightened, his thumbs playing with her nipples like they were toys. His other hand landed a sharp slap across her chest, making her yelp in surprise.

Thomas's cock was still buried in her mouth, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion that threatened to suffocate her.

"More," Newt growled, his fingers working her clit with renewed ferocity as he pushed her towards another orgasm.

Minho's grip on her breasts tightened, his thumbs pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain.

Thomas's cock was still buried in her mouth, his hips moving faster now as he sensed her approaching climax.

Newt's eyes locked onto hers, burning with a fierce intensity as he prepared to unleash the full force of his desire upon her. "You're going to cum for us, princess," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. And then, in a flash of movement, Newt withdrew his fingers and replaced them with something harder, himself. newt forced himself back inside her and mercilessly fucked her she screamed down Thomas's cock but it was inaudible. "Fuuuuck, yeah," Newt groaned, his hips pistoning into her with a savage rhythm as he claimed her body for his own.

Minho's mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her cry out despite the chaos already surrounding her.

Thomas's cock remained lodged in her mouth, his hips moving in time with Newt's as they both plundered her body.

Y/n's screams were muffled by Thomas's cock, but her body betrayed her distress she thrashed and bucked beneath them, desperate to escape the relentless assault.

Newt's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more brutal as he chased his own release.

Minho's suction on her nipple intensified, drawing a pained whimper from her lips.

Thomas's cock remained lodged in her mouth, his hips moving in perfect sync with Newt's as they ravaged her body.

Y/n's vision blurred, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the attack. She felt herself being torn apart, stretched to the breaking point by the unyielding pressure of their bodies. And yet, amidst the chaos, a strange sensation began to build within her. It was a feeling of surrender, of complete and utter submission to the desires of them.

As Newt's climax approached, he reached down and grasped her waist, pulling her tight against him as he unleashed a torrent of semen deep inside her once more. newt pulled out just after he came and happily traded places grabbing her breasts to torment them as Minho moved and forced himself inside Y/n before she even had time to gasp

Minho's face contorted in concentration as he forced himself inside her, his hips straining against the resistance of her exhausted body.

Thomas's cock remained lodged in her mouth, his hips moving slowly now,

As Minho finally managed to breach her defenses,

Y/n felt a fresh wave of pain wash over her. She tried to scream, but Thomas's cock was still in her mouth, silencing her cries with a brutal efficiency.

Newt continued to torture her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she begged for mercy. Newt's grip on her breasts tightened, his fingers digging deep into the tender flesh as he prepared to unleash another wave of pain and pleasure upon her.

Minho's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that seemed designed to drive her mad.

Thomas's cock remained lodged in her mouth, his tongue probing the depths of her throat as he came Y/noding her mouth with his salty semen which she tried to spit out but Thomas forced her to keep in.

Minho's hips continued to pump, his cock throbbing with a life of its own as he rode her to another orgasm. His face twisted in a grimace of effort, sweat dripping from his brow as he poured every ounce of energy into the task at hand. Thomas's cock slipped free, and he grunted in satisfaction as he forced himself back inside her. Minho didn't hesitate, reaching down to grab her head and pull her mouth onto his still-hardening cock. Y/n felt a sense of disorientation wash over her, her mind struggling to keep up with the rapid-fire sequence of events unfolding above her.

As Thomas began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a slow, deliberate rhythm,

Minho's fingers slid deeper into her mouth, probing the depths of her throat.

Newt's gaze locked onto Y/n's face, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he watched her struggle to cope with the latest addition to the melee.

Thomas's hips continued to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that seemed designed to wear her down.

Minho's body went limp, his muscles relaxing as he succumbed to another orgasm, filling Y/n's mouth with his seed in addition to Thomas's and he groaned pulling back and letting Newt take his place.

Newt didn't hesitate, his eyes locking onto Y/n's face with a hungry gleam as he reached down to guide his cock into her mouth. His hips jerked forward, his cock sliding deep into her throat as he began to move.

Y/n felt a sense of panic rising up inside her, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the assault. She tried to gag, but Newt's grip on her head held firm, forcing her to swallow around his cock as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Thomas's seed mixed with Minho's, creating a sticky, salty mess that filled her mouth and made her want to retch.

But Newt just kept going, his hips pounding into her with a savage rhythm that threatened to consume her whole. "Your mouth feels so good around my cock, Newt whispered, his voice low and husky as he continued to pump in and out of her.

Thomas's moan echoed through the air, his body trembling with release as he came all over her cunt. He didn't wait for permission, grabbing her breasts instead and squeezing them roughly as he tried to get hard again.

Y/n felt a surge of pain as he pinched her nipples, but she couldn't help the way her body responded she was wet and ready, her pussy throbbing with need.

Minho's fingers moved down probing deeper into her folds as he coaxed another orgasm from her.

Y/n's screams mingled with Thomas's moans, creating a cacophony of sound that filled the air. Her body convulsed, releasing a Y/nod of liquid that soaked her cum-stained thighs.

Newt watched with interest, his cock still buried in her mouth. "You're so beautiful when you come." soon enough newt came and all three boys took a moment hung over Y/n to look at her naked, abused, covered in their semen. All three boys getting at least two orgasms out of her.

"You're so perfect when you're broken." Minho groaned,

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Bikini

Media - House Of The Dragon AU [Modern] Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ semi Nudiity/ making out/ panties/ condoms/ Word Count - 2181

Oscar was slightly panicky, more so than he usually was at least. He was rushing around Riverrun, the Tully family lake house. Making sure everything was as perfect as humanly possible. he wanted this weekend to go perfectly as he had Y/n coming over for the whole weekend! He had himself a nice hot shower scrubbing himself within an inch of his life in every possible crevice. he picked himself a cute but not too upscale outfit. Some blue jeans, red t-shirt and a blue plaid button-down as an overshirt. He redid his hair about nine times trying to get his curls to sit just so bad he always got mad and started again.

He rushed through the house making sure everything was perfect, his bed made, the room clean and tidy, the kitchen stocked with all their favourite snacks, the couch looking as cute and Inviting as possible, and he spent a good ten minutes just arranging and rearranging the patio and deck beside the lake water. and making sure to turn the hot tub on so it would be nice and toasty when it gets dark tonight.

Y/n waved as her brother dropped her off on his way to go see his own girlfriend. She hopped out of the car in her sandals and a thin soft black sundress with her hair in two long braids. She took her bag in hand and scurried around to the back gate where she spotted him, "Oscar!" She cooed excitedly jumping up and down at his gate

Oscar had just finished making sure the porch looked nice when he heard her call his name. he turned around and his heart just jumped at the sight of her. he rushed over to the gate and opened it for her before scooping her up into his strong embrace "Y/n!" he smiled and squeezed her gently against him before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "gods I missed you."

"awww I missed you too." She giggled kissing his nose "You did only see me on Thursday afternoon." She teased given it was only Friday morning

he laughed softly and gave her nose a loving nuzzle, "I know I know..but..it was still one day of having to go without you." he pouted out his lips dramatically "that’s one day I could have been cuddling you instead."

"that's true I suppose" she giggled "so? Are you going to show me to my Glamorous suite sir?" She teased once more

he chuckled and feigned an offended gasp, putting his free hand to his chest in a dramatic manner "Why, whatever do you mean madame?" he asked as he held her up, picking her up bridal style instead "why i'll have you know you have a gorgeous water front view from the windows, the softest pillows I could find, and room service to your hearts content!"

she giggled in his arms wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling close to him. "Umm... Your too good to me."

he smiled and walked her inside, carrying her through the house and up to the master bedroom. "Maybe I am....but you deserve it my love." he said warmly, he couldn't help smiling, holding her like this made him the happiest man alive. he laid her down on the bed and curled up beside her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close, peppering her face and head with little kisses

she happily nuzzled and shared in the kisses until she pulled back and some seriously "you know you didn't have to do all this for me Oscar. You always do and is always appreciated but really you know you don't have too I'm just happy to come see you"

he looked at her for a moment, and then smiled and chuckled softly "I know I don't have to, but I wanted to." he pulled her a little closer "I like spoiling you, I like making you happy. I'm happy when you're happy! and i want you to know you're always welcome here, and I'll always do what I can to make sure you're comfortable"

she blushed and snuggled up into his chest "ummm I love you" she whispered

he smiled and wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her close to his chest while he laid on his back, gently stroking her hair "I love you too my dear" he nuzzled his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her hair, and the scent of her "I love you so much Y/n" he chuckled and looked down at her, his hands lazily sliding up and down her back, occasionally trailing across the skin just above her hips. he smiled at her giddiness, it was just adorable when she got excited

Y/n said just snuggled up with Oscar for a good until she looked up at him all giddy "so? What are the amenities and plans for our nice weekend?"

"i have plenty of snacks, movies if you want them, i figured we could go for a swim this afternoon and maybe have a fire on the deck tonight. whatever you want my love"

she nodded excitedly "sounds lovely." She then got up out of bed leaving oscar a little sad he had empty arms. But she grabbed her bag "can I?" She asked asking if we could unpack

he chuckled as she left him, feeling the sudden loss of her "of course. go ahead, the dresser on the right is all yours." he said as he gestured to a large wooden dresser. it seemed he really had planned this weekend

she nodded and began unpacking her clothes for the weekend. Unpacking all her bras, panties, shorts, bikinis, and cute little dresses. Putting all her make up and such on top of the dresser and her toiletries in the bathroom given she would be here for a whole four days

he laid there on the bed, propped up on one arm as he watched her unpack, smiling as he looked at all the cute lacy and frilly panties and bras. after a moment he couldn't help himself, he got up and moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her right against him, and nuzzled his face in her hair. as he nuzzled with her he got a better look at the all lace bras and panties she had unpacked. As well as the skimpy little bikinis and he thanked the gods for them knowing the kinda views and fun he was gonna get this weekend

"Yes oscar?" Y/n chuckled as she unpacked

he hummed quietly, just enjoying the feeling of holding her like this, and admiring the view of all the cute and lacy underwear she put away. he couldn't help himself, he leaned his head down and pressed a few gentle kisses to the back of her neck. his hand trailed up and down her body while the other held her close around her waist "just admiring the view.." he mumbled quietly

she rolled her eyes a little and continued sorting things. Before in a surge of confidence she asked "and where should I put these?" Y/n asked pulling out a box of condoms from her bag

he suddenly froze for a moment in slight surprise at her pulling the box out, his cheeks flushing slightly before he chuckled, nuzzling his face into her neck "ohhh are those for us?" he teased gently, not wanting to let on to her that he'd already stuffed basically every draw in the house with condoms just incase, his voice low as he continued to hold her "well they can go on the bedside table for convenience.."

Y/n nodded and set the box on her bedside table opening it up and putting one purple wrapped condom on the table beside the box ready to be used. "So? Shall we go for a dip in the lake before sunset?"

he continued to nuzzle and kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder, smiling as she unpacked things and placed the box in the bedside table. but as she asked if they should go for a dip in the lake he stopped for a moment and looked up at her with a devilish smile "Oh... I think we should.." he said smoothly, giving her a small pat on the butt "but I need to ask you something first."

"Yes Oscar?" She chuckled jumping at his little pat

he chuckled at the way she jumped, the pat was mostly to see how she would react, he loved how cute she was. he was still holding her with one arm wrapped around her waist "I was wondering...what kind of bikini you were going to put on for our dip in the lake?" he teased, knowing very well how skimpy the bikinis she packed were

she giggled at his question and turned to face him tugging a the ties of her Sundress revealing her little black triangle bikini below it "this one okay?"

he looked slightly surprised as she tugged on the straps of her dress, and slowly revealed the tight black triangle bikini, his eyes widened at the sight and he swallowed. he could already feel a heat starting to grow in his gut, but it was way too early for that "oh gods, more than okay.." he said in a low voice, before he suddenly, and rather shamelessly leaned down to press another kiss to her neck. his hand idly tracing across her stomach

she giggled her hands trailing into his hair as he kissed her neck. She squirmed a little and playfully whimpered when oscars hands got a little more handsy moving up her stomach trying to tug at her dress "oscar!"

he chuckled as her squirmed and whimpered as his hands wandered up her stomach and sides, the little whine of her voice was so cute, and a shiver ran through him, it only increased his desire to get rid of that sundress "hmm?" he hummed, feigning innocence as his kisses moved down to her shoulder and his hands continued to wander "whats wrong my love?"

"I think somebody is getting too excited." She giggled

he hummed in response, his hands still exploring her torso, and his lips now trailing to her collar bone. and it was true, he was getting excited. a low rumble escaped him as he tried to control himself "Can you blame me my love? look at you.." he mumbled against her skin his hands now fully grabbed at her chest almost ripping her dress and bikini, his lips trailing down her her chest making her giggle and squirm playfully

"oscar come on I thought we were going swimming" she teased he continued trailing kisses down her chest, while his hands gripped her tight, his fingers digging into her skin. he couldn't control himself, not when she was dressed like this in the outfit he'd only ever seen in his dreams

"mmmm... swimming can wait my love... I want you now..." he mumbled against her skin without warning oscar turned them and tossed her on the bed. Crawling himself ontop of her tossing his overshirt and yanking her dress off revealing the skimpy black bikini. He groaned and pulled her into a lusty make out which she didn't protest to. without warning he tossed her onto the bed, and quickly climbed on top. yanking her sundress off to reveal the black bikini. his shirt went flying too, as his body pressed down on hers. and they instantly began a rather lusty, passionate make out. his hands roaming up and down her body, touching and grabbing every little inch of skin he could. his tongue slipping into her mouth, as he groaned. he needed her now, today, this very moment he could hear her soft whines and whimpers as he kept exploring her body with his hands, the sensation and sounds only making him want her more. he began trailing kisses down her body, across her chest and down her stomach, wanting to taste every inch of her. the little gasps and moans coming from her only serving to drive him more crazy "Gods... you taste so good..." he mumbled between kisses, trailing down towards her hips

oscar smirked as he pulled back enough to take a breath and he grabbed the purple condom she'd laid out on the bedside table holding the wrapper in his teeth as he looks down at her.

She bit her lip and nodded grinding her hips on him, and tugging at the little knots that held on her bikini

"you really want this don't you...?" he breathed in a low, gravely voice, the condom wrapper dangling from his teeth

Y/n nodded

he quickly and impatiently tore open the wrapper with his teeth and kept it in his hand. he looked down at her, and he was still breathless, he needed this more than anything right now, he held her hip with one hand and leaned down to her ear "I love you, my dear." he breathed into her ear

"I love you more" she cooed

he chuckled softly and kissed her jaw for a moment, as his body laid on top of hers. "not possible my love.." he smirked ripping her bikini top off. 

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She's Mad At Me

Media - The Maze Runner Series Characters - Newt Couples - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - 12 Word Count - 667

Requested - yourlittlefries asked: Hii I don't know if you're accepting requests but I have one so its a maze runner fic and it's basically the reader being mad at newt (also they're in a established relationship) and she starts screaming in her native language (hungarian) and over all fluff thanks!

Newt stood resolutely, machete in hand, as he struggled to pry a stubborn tree stump from the earth on the outskirts of the garden. The midday sun hung high in the sky, beating down mercilessly, transforming the air into a thick, sweltering blanket. Sweat trickled down their foreheads and pooled at the nape of their necks, the relentless heat making their backs slick with perspiration. Nearby, Thomas lent a vague hand, occasionally pausing to wipe his brow, the two boys immersed in the arduous task of reclaiming the land from the grip of nature. Each swing of the machete sent splinters flying, and the earthy scent of damp soil filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the sun-soaked afternoon.

“So?” Thomas began,

“So what Tommy?” Newt glared,

“So what’s up with Y/n?”

“What do you mean?” Newt shrugged pretending he had no clue,

“She doesn’t exactly seem… happy.”

“Yeah, she does that.”

“Why?”

“Cause she’s a girl?” He shrugged,

“Are girls just unhappy?”

“Sometimes.”

“But you guys are dating? Shouldn’t she be happy when she sees you?”

“Tommy…” Newt sighed as she stood up and wiped his sweat, “Girls are weird, they are crazy little emotional gremlins that can go from love, cuddles and affection to biting, screaming and planning your murder. Yes sometimes Y/n is unhappy with me, If it happens, it’ll be fine.”

“But don’t you want her to be happy?”

“Of course I want her to be happy,” Newt sighed, “She just gets like this sometimes, it’s not a bad thing for her to be unhappy Tommy. I’d rather her get mad sometimes than me toxicly positive all the time.”

“I guess…” Thomas shrugged, “So there really is no reason for it?”

“Well… the period isn’t helping,”

“Oooohhh,” he nodded, “That makes more sense,”

“Yeah, I can’t really help her other than being supportive.”

“True.” he nodded, “Girls are weird,”

“Indeed they are Tommy,” Newt agreed, “Love ‘em but they are weird.” He nodded,

“Maybe she’ll not look so mad in a day or two?”

“Maybe,” Newt Shrugged, “But… then again I did-”

“Ughhh!” Y/n yelled across the glade as she stormed out of the kitchens,

“Ohh she’s mad.” Newt nodded,

“NEWT!” She screamed as she made her way over,

“Ooooh no… she’s mad at me.” He gulped,

“Kurvára!” She yelled,

“Oooooohhh shuck she’s very mad at me,” He tried to bolt but it was too late,

She came over and grabbed Newt by his ear,

“Owww oww, Love!” He complained,

“I can’t believe you would do this! Do you have any respect for me! For my things! It’s heartless completely heartless! You are so cruel and mean to me!” she yelled,

“Love I-” He began,

“Nem hiszem el, hogy ennyire kegyetlen lennél velem, ha tudod, hogy érzek, az a tény, hogy ezt tetted, őszintén szólva szívszaggató és durva! És te is szándékosan tetted! tudtad, hogy megmentem, mert rosszul éreztem magam, de mégis megtetted! Ma este egyedül alszol a függőágyadban! és egész héten!” She yelled,

“I am sorry love, you know that right?” He cooed, “Come here,” he offered his arms,

She melted and snuggled her little head into his chest while he wrapped his arms tightly around her,

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize until after, I am really sorry love. I promise I’ll make it up to you, Okay?” he said kissing her forehead,

“Mhm,” she nodded,

“That’s my girl, go on go lay down and rest in the medjack’s a little and I’ll be over in a bit to give you a massage on your poor tummy, okay?”

She nodded moving to her tiptoes to give his lips a little kiss, before she headed on her way,

“…What the shuck was that?” Thomas asked,

“She’s mad I ate her period chocolate.”

“Oh… To be fair I’d also be mad at you too.”

“Thanks, Tommy,” Newt rolled his eyes,

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Lucy And Alice

Media - Lockwood & Co. Character - Anthony Lockwood Couple - Anthony X Reader Reader - Alice (Lucy's Older Sister) Rating - 18 + (Nudity/ kitten/ darling/ HJ/ BJ/ eating out/ cowgirl/ riding/ full sex/ condom/ spanking/ biting/ hickeys/ nipple play/ breast play) Word Count - 3146 Requested - Anonymous asked I don't know if you write requests but I have one Lockwood x fem reader smut. Lockwood sleeps with Lucy's sister (who works at Rotwell) before Lucy joins. During one sex session, Reader asks him to consider hiring her sister. When Lucy joins Lockwood&co one night, she catches her sister and boss having sex. Lucy is angry that she only got the job because she slept with Lockwood. Angry, Lucy runs out of the room, followed by her sister wearing Lockwood's shirt. Lucy calls her a whore and an argument ensues, which wakes George. George goes downstairs with Lockwood dressed only in sweatpants. After Lucy says some nasty things to her sister, Reader feels bad and just locks herself in Lockwood's room. Lock Whilewood tries to get to his room, George explains everything to Lucy. I have no idea how to end it, but it's supposed to be a happy ending.

Alice yawned as she got back from work, tossing her bag and coat by the door as usual and heading inside the living room. When she found George and Anthony, She tussled George’s hair while he read his comic much to his annoyance. And then sat on the arm of Anthony’s chair the two sharing a short kiss in the brief moment he looked away from his paper.

“Mum’s home,” George joked,

Alice rolled her eyes and plaid along, “How’d it go today?”

“Fine, research and paperwork.” Anthony shrugged,

“Dad tried to beat me today.” George joked,

“Did he now?” Alice laughed,

“I threw an apple core at him for being a dumbass,” Anthony answered,

“Mhm,” She glared slightly, “Did you apologize?”

“...When I hit him,” he shrugged,

“Darling,” she glared,

“Sorry George.”

“Thank you,” George nodded,

“So, how was my kitten’s day?” Anthony asked wrapping his arm around Alice and stroking her hip,

“Fine, same as ever.” she shrugged leaning down to give Anthony another kiss, which of course turned into a longer more passionate few kisses,

“It is getting in-a-pprop-riate in heeeeereeeee…” George sang,

“Thank you, George,” Anthony sighed,

“I’m going for a shower.” Alice cooed heading up to the bathroom,

Alice climbed out of the shower and headed into her and Anthony’s room in her towel, she sat on the bed and began to dry off and apply her moisturizers.

“Hello kitten,” Anthony smirked as he leant on the door, tossing his shirt into the laundry basket,

“Yes, Anthony darling?” She raised an eyebrow,

“George has gone to his room…” he smirked, “So? Can I have a little fun with my kitten?”

Alice chuckled and stood letting her towel drop to the floor,

“F-fuck I missed you,” He groaned, slamming the door shut, wrapping his arms around Alice’s thighs and wrapping them around his hips,

Alice giggled and pulled Anthony into an intense kiss, tugging his neck until they landed down on the mattress,

Their kisses were intense and lustful with moans and groans falling freely,

Anthony wasted no time bringing his hands up to cup Alice’s breasts, while her own nails crawled down his bare back and gripped tight into his hips,

Alice pulled back to curse and throw back her head as Anthony pinched her tender nipples rubbing the peaks between his index finger and thumb on each side,

Anthony kissed down her neck making sure to leave a harsh hickey on the spot above the collar of most of her clothes,

Alice moved her hand and undid Anthony’s belt and trousers pulling out his hard cock and jerking hard and fast.

“Ughh- Kitten…” he growled in pleasure tailing his lips down her throat and chest nipping and biting,

Alice kept her hand fast and rhythmic until Anthony took her hand away, “Oh? No more darling?”

“No. It’s your turn,” he smirked,

Alice pulled Anthony’s lips back to her own, as his hand slid down her chest and spread her thighs,

Anthony rubbed his hand over her wet slit coating his fingers in her juices, his thumb began to rub circles on her clit making Alice moan and squirm under him, but he didn’t waste his time soon thrusting his index and middle finger inside her warm heat.

Alice pulled hard on Anthony’s hair to keep him in their lustful kiss as his fingers got faster and faster drawing her closer to her edge,

“You close kitten?” he cooed,

“Mhm,” she whined,

“Humm, Come here.” He growled rubbing her nose on his before he moved down the bed, he grabbed her thighs and forced them as far apart as her body could manage, holding a firm grip on them as he buried his face between them. Anthony kissed and licked her clit without mercy, holding her hips and thighs still around his head,

Alice screamed throwing her head back and twisting her nails into the sheets, moaning his name over and over,

“Who makes you feel this good, Kitten?” He growled against her skin,

“You Anthony darling…” she gasped,

“That’s a good kitten,” he cooed before he began to suck hard on her clit,

Alice screamed and pushed him back before she’d go over her edge, flipping them over, ripping down his trousers fully and taking his hard cock into her mouth, she sucked and licked making sure to move her head at the same pace she had jerked,

“Ughhh fu- fuck-” He groaned wrapping his fingers in her hair as his eyes rolled back, “Ohh god- Alice- Fuck-” He cursed unable to form full words,

Alice sucked harder already tasting his precum on her tongue,

Anthony pushed her back and gasped quickly,

“Yes, Anthony Darling?” She cooed peppering kisses down his shaft,

“Come here kitten,” he growled beckoning her with his finger,

Alice didn’t hesitate and climbed up into Anthony’s lap,

Anthony kissed her wrapping his arms around her waist and hips. His hips bucked up towards her grinding against her,

“Missing something aren’t you darling?” she playfully scolds him,

“How could I forget,” he teased, leaning back a little and opening up the bedside draw, pulling out a little blue wrapper which he ripped open with his teeth and slid the condom down his throbbing cock, “Ughh… there you go kitten, all ready for you.”

She pulled him back into a heavy make out as she slid down his cock, stopping for them both to groan as she hit his base,

“Ughh fucking hell-” He moaned resting his forehead against hers, “I always forget how tight you are when you’re horny,” he growled in her ear nibbling on her jaw,

Alice began to bounce up and down, Anthony guiding her the two kissing lustfully lost in their world as each bounce got them closer and closer to the orgasm already built up with foreplay, Anthony’s hips began to move on meeting her bounces with thrusts up which only drove their pleasure higher and more intense,

The bed creaks and gasped back moans became a rhythm of ever-increasing speed until finally,

Alice reached her orgasm clenching hard around his cock and slightly squirting,

Only two thrusts into helping Alice ride it out Anthony tipped over too throwing his head back to loudly moan her name as he filled the condom.

Alice slid off and collapsed down on the bed,

Anthony did the same tying and tossing the condom into the bin as they gasped on their sheets.

After a while of wiping sweat, stabling breaths and sweet aftercare, they laid as usual post sex with Anthony on his back with an arm behind his head, Alice on his chest her arm draped over his stomach and his other arm playing with her hair. The sheets tucked up around them to keep away the chill,

“Anthony darling?” Alice spoke up,

“Ummm?”

“You’re still hiring for that position aren’t you?”

“Yeah, the last woman ran out in a huff.” he explained, “Why?” he smirked opening one eye to see her, “My little kitten finally gonna hang up her Rotwell nonsense and come snuggle with me all day?”

“Anothny, you and I both know the only reason Lockwood and Co., affords to function above rationing tea bags and biscuits is because of the wage I bring in from Rotwell.”

“I know,” he groaned, “But as soon as we have a good lineup of cases, then we won’t need you to work for them anymore,” he cooed running his hand through her hair, “And then you can come and work here with me, and I will have so much fun showing my favourite employee how much I love the work she does.”

Alice rolled her eyes and looked up to the ceiling, “But, in the meantime… you need someone to fill the position.”

“I know…” he sighed,

“So?”

“So?” He asked,

“My little sister?”

“Which one?”

“Lucy obviously,”

“… kinda a conflict of interest isn’t it?”

“I’m not telling you to hire her, I’m just asking if you’ll give her an interview.” She cooed,

“Ummm… I don’t know,” he pondered,

“Please Anthony Darling,” She begged stroking her fingers down his chest and pressing her body tight to his,

“Ughh-” he groaned,

“It would make your kitten ever so happy if you at least considered my baby sister,”

“Okay!” He gave in, “You are an evil thing sometimes, you are very lucky I love you so bad.”

“I know I am,” she giggled before they shared a soft and tender kiss,

“Okay… I’m confused,” George sighed from his place on the sofa with his tea,

“I fail to see what’s so confusing,” Alice shrugged,

“We hired your sister-” Anthony began,

“Which I take issue with in of itself,” George interrupted, “But regardless, because she is decently qualified, why can’t we mention you?”

“Okay,” Alice sighed rubbing her temple, “My little sister, doesn’t know where I live, or who I date, and she doesn’t need to know, So when she starts working here can we kindly refrain from mentioning me.”

“You live here, is she not going to notice and think it’s a little strange why her older sister is at her place of work… and living?” Anthony asked,

“I’ll work some shifts at Rotwell so I’m not here when she is,” Alice shrugged,

“So Lucy knows you have a boyfriend?” George asked,

“Yes.”

“But Lucy doesn’t know that boyfriend is Lockwood?”

“Yes.”

“And Lucy knows you live with that boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“But doesn’t know you live here? With Lockwood?”

“Yes.”

“And Lucy knows your boyfriend works for a Paranormal Agency?”

“Yes.”

“But Doesn’t know it’s Lockwood and Co.?”

“Yes.”

“... Why do you not tell your sister these things?” Anthony asked,

“We don’t have a very… personally talkative family.”

“But how long is thighs going to go on for Kitten? She’s gonna find out at some point surely just rip the plaster off?”

“It’s better this way, trust me. Besides I don’t want her thinking you only hired her 'cause she’s my little sister.”

“We did hire her 'cause she’s your little sister,” George spoke up,

“No, Lucy is highly qualified.” Anthony corrected,

“Yes, but we wouldn’t have given her an interview if she wasn’t Alice’s sister?”

“No, we could have. She had already applied for an interview with us.”

“Yes but would she have applied if Alice hadn’t told her about our agency?”

“...Well you got me there.” Anthony sighed,

“Whatever… I will just not mention anything ever until I’m allowed to. I will just never speak how about that?” George suggested,

“Don’t promise us with a good time.” Anthony glared,

Lucy had long begun to settle into her attic room, laying out her books on the shelves, clothes in the wardrobe and finding places for all her little knickknacks and such. She headed down to the bathroom to brush her teeth for bed but stopped short as she saw a shirt clearly belonging to Lockwood, so she grabbed it and went over to his door, without a second thought opening it,

“Hey, Lockwood I-” She froze up at the sight before her,

As Lucy bore witness to her sister Alice currently lying on her knees with her face in a pillow with her boss Anthony Lockwood knelt behind, the two were in the middle of having some rougher than usual sex, given the bite marks on Anthony’s neck and the spank marks on Alice’s backside.

“What the hell!” Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs immediately covering her eyes,

“I can explain.” Alice quickly got to her feet grabbing one of Lockwood’s shirts to toss on as it was all that was close to hand,

“I can’t believe you!” She screamed running up to her room,

“Me! What have I done!” Alice ran after her,

The two ran up to Lucy’s room in the attic They arguing loud enough to be heard all through the house along with the occasional tossing of things, Anthony went downstairs to clear his mind wearing just his sweats as he made a cup of tea,

“I take It Lucy found out?” George yawned as he came down in his underwear,

“Yep.” Anthony nodded,

“She catch her leaving the bathroom?”

“Nope… Worse.”

“How much worse?”

“Us having sex…”

“Well you're dead, if Lucy doesn’t kill you Alice will for not locking the door.” George sighed joining him for a tea, the two listening as the girls argued,

“Are you actually serious right now!”

“I know this looks bad,”

“BAD! You were in bed with him!”

“I Know that you weren’t meant to find out-”

“I wasn’t! So you were going to keep fucking my boss a secret?!”

“It’s not like that Lucy!”

“Yes, it is! You always do this!”

“I do not!”

“Ye,s you do!”

“In what way?”

“You always just have to do stuff for me! Like I’m still a kid!”

“I don’t!”

“You do Alice! You always have to be the one to fix stuff for me, to help me!”

“What’s wrong with wanting to help you!”

“Cause I don’t want your help! You’re not helping me by doing it for me!”

“You’re the one who said you wanted a job in an agency,”

“Yeah on my own merit! Not cause you slept with my Boss!”

“Lucy it’s more complicated than that!”

“No, it isn't” Lucy yelled, “You tried to help me just like you always do, making calls for me, doing my work for me, like I’m still some little kid! And the only way you found you could now help me was to sleep with the pervy guy so he’d employ me! So well done Alice you made yourself a whore trying to help me!”

“OOooohhh…” George gasped,

“Oohh hell no.” Anthony shook his head but before he could get up to stop the fighting,

Alice ran down the stairs in tears and into Her and Anthony’s room,

Lucy came down the stairs still angry but she jumped a little to see George and Anthony’s reaction, “Oh don’t give me that look just cause I broke up your little arrangement-”

“Lucy.” George warned her, “I am giving you this solid advice, shut. The fuck. up.”

“I… will deal with you later.” Anthony spat before he ran upstairs to sit infront of the door, “Ohh kitten, sweet little thing, I know, I know…” he began to coo to the locked door trying to soothe his beloved girlfriend,

“What!?” Lucy asked,

“A, Whore? That is fucking Uncalled for Lucy. B, Maybe give her a minute to god damn explain. C, Get fucking over yourself!” George explained,

“What the hell do you mean!”

“She didn’t do this for you!”

“W-what?”

“Yeah! The boyfriend, who she lives with, and works at an agency. But she never told you his name. WAS LOCKWOOD!” George explained, “She wasn’t sleeping with him to get you a job here, trust me as the guy who shares a floor with them, they were sleeping together WAY before you even entered the picture. They’ve been dating for six years Lucy,” he told her, “Yes I admit she may have suggested the position to you but she didn’t sleep with him to get you it, she offered it to you cause she was trying to help. She even made us promise not to tell you while she worked extra shifts just to wait till you were comfortable enough to know.”

“I… I… I didn’t,”

“Yeah, well maybe if you guys talked to each other this wouldn’t have been an issue.” He sighed, “And if I were you I’d apologize to your sister,”

Lucy nodded and slowly went up to the door where Anothny still sat trying to comfort Alice,

“Back for more?” He glared,

“No… Can I speak to her?”

“Go for it, she’s locked herself inside.”

“Alone?”

Anthony sighed and went back downstairs,

Lucy sat down and leaned against the door collecting herself for a moment, “Hey… Can we talk? Just… like we used to?” she asked, “I… Look I’m sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. I didn’t know but… George explained everything. I guess I should have known, for six years and I never even asked your boyfriend’s name… or where you guys lived. Guess I… I never thought Lockwood would be the kinda guy you’d like. Let alone settle down with. I… I didn’t mean it, what I said. I know you’ve always been trying to help me and I’m grateful… I am… I just… sometimes feel like you don’t let me do stuff on my own, like you think I’m still the little sister you have to tie the shoelaces of before school. But this… felt like the first thing where I didn’t need your help to do it, and when I saw you two together I just thought… it had all been a lie, that I wasn’t really worth the chance and he only did it for you. Which… he may still have done for all I know. Maybe he did only hire your dumbass little sister cause you told him to,”

“I didn’t” Alice answered though the door, “I just asked him to interview nothing more, and that was only because I know you wanted an agency job. I am sorry lucy.. I know I can be a little… Too helpful sometimes, I guess I kinda just got used to looking after everyone after…”

“After Mum died?”

“Yeah… I was the big sister, I had to look after everyone. There was seven of us and you know dad couldn’t or wouldn’t help out… It just became easier to do stuff for you right the first time them let you fail and figure it out yourself… and I’m sorry for that, I should have let you do it on your own, had more faith in you.”

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have been such a brat about it, I am thankful for all your help,”

“Thank you Lucy, and I’m proud of everything you’ve done on your own.”

“Thanks, Alice.” she smiled,

Alice unlocked the door and opened it up sitting on the landing beside her sister,

“So? Is you and Lockwood-”

“We’ve been together six years, Yeah this is gonna continue.”

“Okay… please learn to lock doors.”

“That’s fair,” Alice laughed,

“And… quit,”

“What?”

“Quit Rotwell. Come work here with us,” she suggested, “Come on, It’ll be fun.” She lightly elbowed, “You, Me, George and Lockwood all working together.”

“It does sound fun.” She smiled, “I’ll think about it.”

The two smiled and shared a sisterly hug before they headed down to have a tea with Anthony and George. 

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The Maid's Day off

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Maid) Rating - 12 Word Count - 2524

Jack woke feeling groggy. he sat up and stretched Egar to enjoy his first day off as the new head surgeon, on his cosy new house. Everything felt so perfect, he had a good job, with job security, good pay, his own house, and a big warm bed. Life was good for the first time in Jack's whole life.

suddenly he heard a tap on his bedroom door, "Doctor Dawkins? Are you awake sir?" Y/n asked.

Y/n was a sweet girl, that Jack didn't really know much about let alone what to do with. She was the last homeowners maid and when Jack got the house she kinda just... Came with the house. And he didn't want to get rid of her and it was nice not having to worry about chores but… she tended to be a little… Over attentive.

Jack turned his head towards the door and groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Y-Yes, I'm awake.." he said with a groggy tired voice,

The door opened and Y/n strolled in wearing her usual uniform of a long white blouse, tall black boots and a deep blue pinafore with a apron around her. She carried a tray with some breakfast in hand. Toast, eggs, an orange, coffee and water. "Good morning sir" she smiled,

Jack blinked tiredly and sat up to lean against the headboard. "Good morning.." Jack said, "Did you make that for me?"

"of course sir." Y/n smiled sitting the tray on the table on his bedroom unpacking each item onto the wooden table setting it all out for him,

Jack’s stomach growled lightly. "How long have you been awake for?" he asked as he stretched and yawned again.

"Half past six as usual sir." Y/n explained, "Would you like me to run your bath?”

Jack nodded slowly, "Yes, yes, that would be lovely. Thank you…" he muttered tiredly,

"of course sir." Y/n nodded before she hurried off to the bathroom to prepare his bath,

Jack yawned, he slowly sat up more. he stretched again and rubbed his eyes trying to wake up.

Y/n soon returned drying her hands on her apron. She noticed his tried state so fetched the coffee from the table and brought it over to him,

he could hear her and opened his eyes. he looked over to see her holding a coffee, he blinked tiredly and smiled a little. "Ah, thank you.." he muttered and went to put his hand out for the coffee from her,

"You’re welcome sir." Y/n smiled handing it over, "is there anything else? I could set your clothes out? Or help you in your bath? I could wash your sheets?" Y/n asked,

Jack shook his head and sighed. When Y/n started to offer to do everything for him for the hundredth time he sighed.

She'd been like this since Jack moved in. Constantly asking for jobs because she was so used to being ordered around. And when Jack didn't order her around like a literal slave she got confused and just sort of sat around waiting for commands like a puppy.

"No Y/n, thank you. I'm fine, I'm more than capable of doing things myself," Jack sighed.

"oh... Alright sir." Y/n nodded rather puzzled,

Jack drank some of his coffee and watched her as he spoke "Y/n." he said in a softer voice, "you don't need to ask if I need help or you need to do anything. You're not my slave.."

"But I'm a maid. And Mr Clarke always made me do everything for him." She explained,

Jack looked at her with a serious tone, but a very soft voice "Well, I'm not Mr Clarke. I'm not going to order you around." Jack said, trying his hardest to make Y/n understand,

"...then, what am I to do all day?"

"Take time to yourself. Do what you enjoy, go for a walk. You don't need to constantly ask to do things. Or be at my every beck and call."

Y/n nodded still a little confused but she didn't argue with him

Jack nodded and drank more if his coffee. feeling more awake and alert. he was about to say something else but he heard the water shut off in the bathroom. he nodded

"My baths ready, right?"

"all ready sir." Y/n nodded

Jack nodded and carefully got up out of bed, stretching. a cold shiver running down his back as he stepped out of his warm blankets "Alright, perfect" he said, "Thank you again Y/n" Jack said as he went into the bathroom

as soon as he got out of bed she smiled and began stripping his bed of it's old sheets to take them down to the laundry putting on some fresh ones,

Jack just ignored her heading to the bathroom, he stripped down and carefully stepped inside a warm steamy bath. He sighed lowly and relaxed. It was hot, but not hot enough to burn. just right. he carefully sits inside and leaned back in the bath. Jack relaxed more and leaned his head back against the tub and closed his eyes. he was happy, comfortable, warm, relaxing. he sighed content and relaxed his tensed and sore muscles. Jack relaxed in the bath for a long while to the point he was fully relaxed. he would've probably nodded off If it wasn't for the water starting to get too cold for him. after around a hour and 30 minutes in the bath. Jack carefully got out of the bath and got himself dry and dresses in his clothes, before walking back into his bedroom,

Y/n smiled as he arrived back to the bedroom, as she sat scrubbing the floor "did you enjoy your bath sir?"

Jack walked back into his room and was a little surprised that Y/n was scrubbing the floor. He chuckled lightly and nod, his hair was still damp, and yet to put his shoes on, "Yes, yes I did. Thank you. You didn't need to scrub the floor"

"oh... I uhh... I couldn't think of anything else to do." Y/n answered, "I already cleaned the windows. Next is fireplaces."

Jack sighed and shook his head. "You didn't need to do that. You could have relaxed, you could have gone for a walk. You're not a slave here!" Jack stood up and stood next to Y/n as she scrubbed the floor. "I appreciate you wanting to do things. But you don't need to ask to do things or clean constantly. It's okay to relax and enjoy your day. "

"I like cleaning." Y/n answered scrubbing around where he stood,

he crouched next to her and sighed, "Still. You don't need to ask, or do things to this extent. You're not forced to clean constantly."

"I know. But I like cleaning. And Mr Clarke always had so many demands I never got any good deep cleans in." Y/n explained,

Jack stood again and leant against his dresser, "That's not surprising. But this isn't Mr Clark's house anymore. No more cleaning for his filthy messy habits." Jack mumbled the last line, but still Y/n scrubbed away. "So you like cleaning huh?"

"mhm" Y/n nodded working the brush into the floor,

Jack hummed and crossed his arms, watching Y/n work "That's an interesting thing to like doing. But it's different, I won't judge" he said calmly, he could agree, the floor was looking very clean at the moment, "I admire your dedication. That's for sure" Jack says and he did wonder how long she would clean for if he didn't say something.

"Once the house is clean. Parts of it will be dirty again. So it's just circles and circles" Y/n explained "and if I do ever have time then it's time to cook"

Jack nodded and listened to her explanation. a small chuckle escaping him as she continued to scrub the floor. "so, you enjoy cooking too?" Jack asked her as he watched her carefully clean

"not particularly. I find cooking a dirty task."

Jack chuckled and crossed his arms again. finding the whole situation slightly amusing, "So, you enjoy cleaning but not cooking?" He asked her,

"mhm." She nodded "but I'm happy to cook for you of course sir."

Jack sighed and rubbed his temple, getting slightly frustrated with her "Yes yes, you're my maid. But that's not an excuse to work yourself to the bone. You can relax more" Jack stood up straight again. "Do you have any hobbies? Things you enjoy doing. Out of work?"

"... Mr Clarke liked when I baked cookies"

"Did you bake them because you liked baking? Or because that's what Mr Clarke wanted from you?" Jack asked her,

"... Frankly I don't know"

Jack nodded and sighed. he could see she was very very obedient, obedient to a fault. "Well..if you're baking, do it because you want to. Don't do it just because it's what someone wants you to do" Jack says to her, "But back to the conversation. What do you like doing in your free time?"

"I never had free time when Mr Clarke owned the house"

"Yes yes I'm aware of that" Jack said, a little frustrated. "but now he doesn't own this house. You can use your free time on whatever you want."

Y/n shrugged,

"I'm not going to be the same as him Y/n" Jack said, his tone starting to sound a little more pissed at Y/n lack of understanding, Jack walked up in front of her and crouched to be on the same level as her again. "You don't have to ask permission for things you enjoy. you don't have to constantly be cleaning or cooking for me. You can use your free time on whatever you like. you're allowed to use your free time for things you enjoy" Jack said and stared at her, watching her reaction

Y/n stopped scrubbing a moment and began to pick at her nails "I... Don't know what I enjoy." She admitted,

"You don't..." Jack blinked,"what kind of things have you tried..ever?"

"cooking. Baking. Cleaning. Reading. That is all.”

Jack nodded slowly. his tone sounded less angry and more curious "How about things you haven't tried? Have you ever tried a craft? Or playing an instrument? Going out and walking?"

Y/n shook her head

Jack nodded, his tone becoming a little softer as he watched her pick at her nails, "So, you'd be willing to try some new things?" He asked. he hoped he could convince her to try new things. Jack was determined to change her mindset so she was able to do things for herself and not to just do things because she was ordered to

"... I suppose so." Y/n nodded sheepishly

Jack nodded, "What would you like to try first then?" He asked her.

Y/n sat completely puzzled unsure what to say "... Sometimes when I go pick up the groceries from town. I go past this pretty little dress shop. I do know how to sew atleast to repair hems and replace buttons. I suppose I'd like to learn to make a pretty dress"

Jack nodded and hummed. he could see a sparkle in her eyes when she spoke about the dress shop. he smiled a little at that "You've got a start. You know you can sew and that you want to sew a pretty dress" Jack paused and hummed "Would you like to try learning how to make one?"

"no." Y/n answered "seems silly. Why would I ever need a pretty dress?"

Jack frowned at her answer, why did he expect anything else? "Because wearing something pretty gives you confidence? It makes you feel good? " He suggested to her

"but it'll get dirty while I'm working"

"Then make it for days your not working" he suggested. the situation was proving to be a lot more difficult than he thought it was going to be.

".... I work everyday.".

Jack froze. she worked everyday, she didn't have a day off. he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "You...don't have a day off? At all?"

"no. I'm your maid, whether or not you are at work the house still needs cleaning, you still need your breakfast and dinner."

Jack frowned more and rubbed his temples again. he had to think of how to approach this carefully. he didn't want to come off as angry "Yes yes, I know that" he said, his tone softer and kinder now "but...you need a day off, everyone does. "

"but then who will be here to look after you."

Jack sighed and shook his head "I can do things perfectly well on my own. I'm not going to die if you take a day off" he sighed again. he was being softer on her to make sure he was getting the point across clearly

"but - what if you need something."

Jack sighed and looked at her "I'll be fine, I promise you," he said, "How about this. I'll give you tomorrow off, I'll handle breakfast and dinner. and you get the day to yourself. How does that sound?"

Y/n sat rather confused and puzzled the very idea of having a day to herself made her anxious

"please? You'll be okay I promise" he said, his tone softer.

"alright sir." She agreed

"Good" he said and nodded. Jack went silent for a while, thinking of a way to help her relax for the day off. he paused before looking at her. "Do you have any friends or anything?"

Y/n shook her head

"you don't have any friends?" He asked, he was quite shocked. he felt bad for her a little. he was now determined to make sure she had friends. he leaned off the wall and crouched in front of her. Jack frowned and shook his head. he felt bad for her. no friends, no days off. he sighed and tried to think "Tomorrow when you're off, I'm going to find a way to find you new friends. Okay?" He said

she agreed even if she was just feeling more and more uncomfortable at the idea

Jack nodded. he smiled softly and patted her arm, trying to reassure her. "You'll be okay, I promise" he said in a softer tone. he tried to keep eye contact too. so she knew he was being sincere. "But for now, if you like, do you have anything you usually do when you're not working?" he asked her, his curiosity getting the best of him at the moment

"... Sit and wait for something to Do," Y/n admitted

Jack nodded slowly his heart sank at the answer. he patted her arm gently, trying to reassure her again "That will change. For tomorrow do you promise you'll try and enjoy your day?"

Y/n nodded even if she already picked at her nails and struggled with nothing to do

Jack nodded again and noticed she had started picking her nails, he gently held her hand in his to stop her "Y/n. Promise" he said in a soft tone, wanting a verbal promise

"I promise." She lied

"Do you promise truthfully?" he asked, his tone still soft as he watched her closely.

she nodded

Jack sighed and nodded. he released her hand and stood up carefully "okay..." He said, he didn't believe the promise but he just nodded "Tomorrow. Enjoy yourself okay? Do something you enjoy."

Y/n nodded and went back to work.

Jack watched as she went back to work. his mind was all over the place. he could tell she was lying to him. but he didn't know if he could convince her to enjoy the day even if she said she would try.

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Freezing P2

Media - Wolf Hall Character - Rafe Sadler Couple - Rafe X Reader Reader - Y/n Sadler (Wife) Rating - 15+ Word Count - 1165

Warning - Child loss/

Rafe walked all the way to the royal apartments where he found the king in tears looking out across the frosted gardens. Rafe froze in his place. He swallowed hard seeing the king in such a state. His mind whirred, all the worst things possible to have caused such an emotion from the king flooded his mind. Was the queen okay? His children? Has someone attacked the castle? "Your majesty?" He spoke softly as he made his way over.

"Master Sadler... forgive the early hour of my summoning. I knew of not whom else to break this news," The king explained,

His mind was all over the place already, but now he was even more confused. He didn't know what to think. He swallowed hard. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good. He stood a little straighter, his breathing was a little shaky, and his lips went dry. "What news, your majesty?"

"The queen... she is blessed with a child!" The king rejoiced, "It is a son. An heir I am sure of it this time. I know it beyond doubt. England is blessed!" The king said the tears now clearly joy, "Send word to the court and the kingdom. All must know of this news!"

Rafe's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes after hearing the news. "This is wonderful news, Your Highness." He managed to choke out. Not knowing what else he could say at such a time.

The king for a moment saw through his own joy, "Forgive my joy... I mean not to deepen this wound for you." The king said, "How is Y/n?"

"Your joy is justified," Rafe said, looking down, fiddling with his fingers. "Y/n.. She's well, your majesty." He murmured. He was happy, he really was. But his loss was still so recent it still stung when the subject of children even arose in his presence.

The king nodded "I know of this pain master sadler. I have seen many of my own babies fail to join this world. But I know... sometimes it is a price to pay for those who shall be great. My own brothers failed to grace this world so I might, My own sons have failed before so now this son now shall be king. And I am sure... soon Y/n will be blessed with your child that shall in turn be great."

Rafe felt his chest tighten. Not just at his own pain. But the King's. He knew it well. It hurt. It was painful. It felt impossible to think about children right now. But it was something he and Y/n were desperate for. That one blessing, and it just hadn't happened yet. "That would be a true blessing, your majesty." He said as he let his eyes meet the Kings in a moment of vulnerability.

"Let us now dwell on sadness. Send your letters to those who must know. and take the afternoon to spend with Y/n."

"Thank you, your grace." Rafe murmured softly. He was grateful the King understood his pain. Grateful he would allow him to spend the rest of the day with Y/n.

After sending off the letters, Rafe headed back to their chambers. To his wife. His angel. The light of his life. He needed her. When he returned he found Y/n sitting by the fire in her usual blue and silver gown, her hair pinned back with a headband of blue velvet to match her dress. Yawn in her hand knitting yet another blanket as she sings to herself wiggling her toes to warm them in the fire's light, He found her so cute. So beautiful. His angel. His love. He could barely choke out her name as he walked into the room. "Y/n.."

"Hello Rafe." she cooed back "What did the king desire? Did he need you to get a spider?" she joked,

"Y/n.. Oh Y/n. He didn't summon me for spider business. Good news." He said as he dropped down onto the floor next to her by the fire. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her, hands pulling at her back to pull her even closer. He didn't know what he was holding her so tight. He was desperate to feel her, to have her in his arms. He was so overwhelmed with all the emotions running through. Joy for the King and Queen, sadness for his own pain. But he needed her. More than anything. He held her there in his strong arms for what felt like hours. His lips to her hair, breathing in her scent. Letting her fill his senses. Feeling whole again. With the love of his life in his arms. He pulled away after a while so he could look at her. Taking in every detail. Her skin. Her soft eyes are like a puppy's. Her lips. God, so soft. He longed to kiss them. So he did. Leaning in and letting their lips brush together gently.

she giggled and pushed him back before he fully kissed her "What did he want? aren't you going to tell me?"

He paused. His lips so close to hers before being pushed away. He blinked, the question taking a moment to register before smiling softly. "Good news, love. The Queen. She is expecting a baby, a son. A Prince."

"Oh..." Y/n said the words he said taking her back a moment, she looked down at the blanket she was knitting, and she felt so sad, but she forced a smile, "That's nice. Very nice for them. for the kingdom and all." she nodded putting on her bravest face as she knits and watched the fires flames

He noticed her sadness. Her false enthusiasm. Oh how well he knew it. He saw his own emotions reflected back at him. He reached forward and gently put his hand on her hand, stilling her knitting. He moved to cradle her face, bring it up so her eyes would meet his. "Oh sweetheart.." He murmured as his thumb stroked her cheek. "I know." He whispered. He knew her sadness and her pain. He felt it too. He felt all of it. The king's news had reminded him all over again of their own failures. He pulled her close, so her head rested against his shoulder. "But we'll have our own someday, my sweet." He murmured.

"And if we don't?" she asked her voice hollow and distant,

He swallowed hard, his own throat dry. His heart clenched. He didn't have an answer to that question. No answer other than he wanted so desperately to tell her that they would. "Oh my angel..." He murmured, holding her close. He couldn't guarantee they would. He wished more than anything he could.

He pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead. "We will someday. I know it. I have to believe that." He murmured, though not entirely believing it himself. He wanted to believe it so much. The sadness in her voice broke his heart. “I will not stop trying to bless you with all that you desire. I swear it.” 

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Apologize 

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 15 Word Count - 887

Jacaerys along with his wife and sibling Y/n, made their way into the dining hall of Dragonstone. They had come in from a frustration-clearing afternoon flight on Vermax and Tessani, however, they expected to meet their mother in the dining room, not two dragon seeds already helping themselves to the feast.

“We are meant to be in the training yard, learning the commands.” One said,

“And I will, but they cannot deny me being late until my stomach is filled,” The other laughed his feet on the table and food scraps falling to the floor,

“What are you doing here?” Jacaerys asked, “Remove your feet from the table.”

“I’d rather not.” the man snapped back,

“Ulf-” The first man attempted to mediate,

“It is not up to you. You are a guest here.” Y/n told him,

“Who’s it up to then? Maid girl?” Ulf asked,

“Maid!” Y/n gasped,

Jacaerys immediately grabbed her hand, “You will speak to us with more respect. Apologize at once!”

“Who’s gonna make me? Boy?”

“Ulf!” Hugh stopped him, “This is Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Princess Y/n Targaryen.”

“Prince Jacaerys Verlayon,” Ulf got to his feet, wiping his hands down his shirt, “And Princess Y/n Targaryen, who’d have thought it.”

“They live here.” Hugh reminded,

“I have yet to hear my ladies' apology,”

Ulf rather foolishly wrapped his arms around Jacaerys in an embrace,

A rage boiled below the prince’s eyes,

“The young Prince! My handsome nephew.” He laughed joyfully as he pulled back giving Jacaery’s arms a firm tap, “And look at that hair-” He tried to reach for Jacaery’s dark curls but his wrist was stopped hard and fast before a single strand could be touched, almost breaking the man’s wrist. “As dark as they say! Don’t let them tell us we don’t have Targaryen Blood, ‘ey?!” He laughed, “And of course, My Beautiful niece!” he then wrapped his arms around Y/n, “As sweet as the songs aren’t you?” He laughed as he pulled back, “Don’t you worry darlin’ you can think of me as your fun, dirty uncle.” He smirked slapping her on the backside, “Us Targaryens do go in for that sort of thing,”

Y/n squealed and immediately escaped Ulf’s grip to the comfort of Jacaery’s arms,

“You. Dare. Lay. Your. Filthy. Hands. Upon. My. WIFE!” Jacaerys growled, “She is the princess of the realm! Not to be fondled by the likes of you!”

“Of course, didn’t mean to upset the little princess.” he chuckled, “Guess she’s only for your hands to fondle then?”

“How dare you-” Y/n began,

“Dragon riders. All of us lot. Cut from the same cloth.” Ulf changed the subject,

“It is a sacred inheritance, Of our family. Of which you know nothing!” Jacaerys growled,

“Forgive him, My prince, My princess. Ulf is… not use to the manners of the court.” Hugh spoke up,

“No manners at all,” Y/n muttered,

“I’d have to agree with my princess, No manners at all I’d say.” Jacaerys spat, “The dragon and its power is a right you have not earned. And when the flames come from the sky will you be at our side? Or will you make yourself easy and hidden? If you hinder our efforts in this war, by sloth or cowardice I will have you hung and your body fed to the dogs in the street!” Jacaerys warned,

“I- I am sorry my prince.” Ulf bowed,

“Now you will apologize to my princess.”

“Forgive me, princess.”

“Good.” he nodded, “and if I see you lay your eyes on her again, I will have them plucked from your skull and fed to the birds.” Jacaerys moved closer, “If I find a hand has been laid on her, I will have it sawn from your wrist and left for my dragon to snack on,” he moved closer right into Ulf’s dirty face, “As for anything else as our fun dirty uncle… If I find out anything else has touched her, And I WILL find out. I will have your manhood cut from your body and shoved up your ass.” He yelled, “Do you understand?”

Ulf nodded with a gulp, “Yes My prince, sorry…”

Hugh ushered Ulf away with him to go for their training,

As soon as they were gone Jacaerys wrapped his arms around Y/n, her head tight in his chest, his hand on her cheek, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks and finally her lips in a long tongue-filled kiss, only broken by his words. “Are you alright my sweet?”

“I think so,” she nodded, “What a horrid man!”

“I know, I do believe I already regret this idea.”

“You couldn’t know the scum your net would drag up from the sea bed my love,”

“I know…” he nodded, “But still, we seem to have found the sickest of the scum.”

“Makes you wonder why the dragons chose them?”

“Who knows the minds of those old dragons.” he sighed, “But if he so much as looks at you again I want to know about it my sweet.”

“I will tell you, I promise.” she nodded giving him another sweet kiss,

“Us Targaryen’s…” Jacaerys cursed the words,

“He is as much a Targaryen as I am a Lyseni.”

Jacaerys chuckled and gave his wife a tender kiss, “Come, let us feast in our chambers tonight. Alone.”

She nodded in agreement and held his hand tight as they made their way through dragonstone's long corridors to their chambers.