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xayneimagines · 4 years

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Sparing with Buffy

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Buffy x Reader( Gender-neutral)

Warnings: N/A

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Buffy wants to get in some training before the date and Y/N is pretty bad at saying no to her.

Word Count: 6475

“So...now let me get this straight. I let you beat me up a little in training, then we get the movies and have a chill rest of the night?” Y/n placed their jacket to the side of the training room before they moved back towards the center, watching Buffy jump up and down to get her energy flowing. The Slayer grinned and nodded before settling into a fighting position, fists raised and a fire burning in her eyes that made Y/N swoon a little more.

“Yep. Train then chill. C’mon, get ready! I wont go easy on you just cause you’re cute!” Her energy was as high as usually as she waited for Y/N to prepare themselves, knowing the other wasn’t always enthused about being a glorified punching bag but willing to make the sacrifice so that she could actually get better.

“You need another vampire to do this with. I’m not even a good fighter.” Y/n complained but complied, knowing that if it were Xander or Giles instead, the fight wouldn’t be able to last nearly as long and Buffy would have to focus on not hurting them. When their friendship started, Y/N never expected they would be helping the Slayer and the gang out in too many ways, but the vampire was pretty glad they had a more clear purpose now.

“Well, see! Then this is great for you too! You always talk about wanting to patrol with us.” As Buffy spoke, her movements began, a punch followed up by a kick that was easily blocked by Y/N before having them returned to her. “And what better way then to spar with little ol’ me!”

“No, I said I wanna go out at night with you. Not patrolling, just out.” Y/N let out a grunt as one of Buffy’s feet collided with their chest. They quickly grabbed her ankles and flipped her, but the agile slayer landed on her hands and feet easily before lunging back into an attack.

“Well I during the night equals fighting and you during the day equals dusting so we have to compromise here!” Left hook, right jab, roundhouse kick. Both of them traded blows back and forth, Y/N only able to keep up so well thanks to being a vampire, but damn were they starting to realize just how much they needed to improve. They were by no means a force to be reckoned with, and while they didn’t mind Buffy protecting them, they didn’t want to add to Buffy’s stress.

“Fine, but we better at least get to do some date things. Oooo, I can bring you flowers and we can put them on the graves where vampires about to come up!” Y/N almost sounded excited as they joked about it, the image in their head almost being a distraction as they threw a few punches.

Buffy rolled her eyes before quickly grabbing one of the punches that was thrown at her, twisting Y/N and practically throwing them. Buffy was pleasantly surprised when she saw the vampire catch themselves, a big improvement from when they had first met.

“Fine, we can do date things and patrol. But we are not giving the vampires my flowers.” She pouted which made Y/N laugh and nod in agreement. The fight continued on from there, Y/N barely scrapping by but contributing just enough of a fight so that Buffy couldn't let her guard down. Y/N may have been knew to fighting in general, but they found that if Buffy was involved then they could try anything at least once.

Minutes turned into an hour before Buffy finally flipped Y/N onto their back, imaginary stake on their heart while she panted with a confident smile.

“I win!” She cheered, ignoring Y/N small groan of pain as they moved to sit up.

“Yep, you win. Time for my runner up trophy though, right?” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, causing Buffy to roll her eyes once again before placing a kiss on the vampires forehead.

“What?? Just forehead kisses? Not even a cheek?”

“No cheek till after the movie...and I actually mean cheek kiss, so don’t even think about it!” Buffy kept a stern look on her face as she helped them up, but Y/N took no offense to the teasing. They were taking things a little slow so that Buffy could build more trust in them, and Y/N didn’t mind that one bit. They already heard the stories about Angel and what happened with the older vampire as well as stories from the boys at college, so when Buffy asked if they wouldn't mind being slow about Y/N eagerly agreed.

“Finnneeee… We’re watching a horror movie though.” They stated, wiping at their own pants to make sure none of the dust from the floor was clinging to them.

“Why do you like those so much? Aren't you the horror movie?” Buffy asked, assisting Y/N by picking a piece of fuzz from their hair. Buffy didn’t mind horror movies for the most part, though they had both agreed to no apocalypse themed ones unless zombies were involved.

“Hey, I liked them before I was turned. I cant help that fate thought it would be funny to make me into this...though it is like, really funny because I do have a Dracula costume from when I was a kid.” They chuckled and grabbed Buffy’s hand lightly, moving it down from their hair and placing a small kiss to the back of it before letting go.

“Okay, but don’t think I’ll cling to you because I’m scared or anything.” Buffy narrowed her eyes up at Y/N who continued to smile down at her.

“Babe, that’s sweet you think I’m so brave, but I’m the one clinging to you when the jump scares start.” Y/N made their way to grab up their jacket, putting their arms through the denim material before letting Buffy wrap her arms around one of theirs. Buffy let out a small giggle as they started to make their way out of the training room and into the magic shop.

“Guess that’s true. I’ll be your knight and shining armor then.”

“And I’ll be the member of royalty that was abandoned to a cruel fate prior to your rescuing. I owe you my gratitude, but all I have to offer is this handkerchief token and some poorly baked pie.” Y/N had moved to open the door, letting Buffy sort of lead the way outside but the two of them still being tied together by her arms. When the door shut behind them, Y/N fished the key out of their back pocket and locked the door, smiling at the fact that they were trusted enough by Giles for such an important task.

“Is...that a reference of some kind?” Buffy tilted her head as she questioned the vampires words, watching their expression closely enough to realize they were just rambling nonsensical things once again.

“No, I just kind of wanna make pie later. I miss pie.”

“Ah, and I’m sure the pastry misses you.” One of Buffy’s hands moved to pat at the vampires head, earning another laugh from them before they continued on.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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“illusion”

Chapter 12

Finally, another chapter!!!! I think you will enjoy this one 0.0

Warning: VERY SEXY CHAPTER. ORAL SEX. :)))

I've never slept a whole night with someone before. Lawrence never stays after he's gotten what he wants, leaving me alone to curl up in my misery. Of course, Alice and I have had sleepovers where we shared the bed, but not like... this. When I open my eyes the next morning, stirred by the singing of the earliest bird outside, it takes me a moment to remember why someone's arms are wrapped around me so tight, their legs tangled with mine, and their face buried into the back of my head. Once the memory fades into my drowsy mind, I can't help but smile.

Because, despite how I arguably embarrassed myself last night, Julius is still here, holding me tight as he snores away.

None of it really makes sense, at least not yet. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know Julius would actually... feel something for me. The most I was hoping for was a one-night-stand, fueled by that fleeting moment of hunger in the hallway. The way he looked at me then, I knew I could get at least that much. I didn't expect him to grab hold and not let go, to show genuine interest in me, not just my body. It's foreign... something Lawrence never wanted to give me. Yeah, he would hold my hand, he would fuck me, but he wouldn't cuddle me at all, much less like this.

Part of me warns against hope. But everything else is telling me to hold on tight myself.

Despite the warm feelings that flood my chest at the thought, I can't just hang around here forever. I crane my neck (pretty difficult in this position) and see that it's nearly 7 am on the clock. Breakfast is at 7:30, so people will be walking around the base soon. I can't be seen coming out of Julius's room in just my nightgown! If someone sees me, they'll talk, and before I know it, Lawrence is going to be knocking at the door demanding an explanation! UGh- There's nothing more I want to do than snuggle back next to Julius and sleep the day away, but it's too risky. With a heavy heart, I start to try and remove myself from him.

Emphasis on "try." The moment I move, Julius's grip tightens and he silently curls up around me. It's almost suffocating at this point, like some snake wrapped around its prey! "Uh- Julius- I need to go-" I whisper meekly, not sure there's anything I can do.

"...no you don't." Julius finally speaks, his voice still weighted with sleep. His leg slides over mine and hooks around, trapping me further. "Stay here... just a few more minutes."

It's not like I have a choice, but something tells me that I was looking for a reason to stay. "Alright, fine." I relax into his hold, and I feel him smile against my skin, satisfied that he's won this small battle. His grip loosens, as if he's melting, and for a brief moment in time, I melt, too.

...but... I still don't get it.

I feel his lips again, this time on my cheek, the light touches like a butterfly alighting upon me. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and hold in a giggle at the sensation, a movement he picks up on. Julius chuckles to himself, still sleepy, his lips trailing down my neck and leaving delicate kisses behind. "How did you sleep?" he finally mumbles, his thumb drawing small circles over the hand he's holding. "I hope I didn't snore to loud."

"No, it was nice," I whisper back, his voice somehow grounding me more in reality. "Your bed is so comfy."

"You can sleep here every night, if you want. For- er- safety reasons."

I let out a soft laugh, and I hear him join me. "Maybe... we'll see."

"We'll see-" he repeats, then lets out a sigh. It's almost... sad. "Sorry... it's been a while since I slept next to someone."

Huh? Really? I have to resist the urge to turn over and look at his face. That's surprising... Julius has a lot of admirers, it would be easy for him to invite someone into his bed. But maybe, he has the same problem I do... the only love I knew was the physical kind, a selfish, lustful love that left me drained and disoriented. I remember the way Elia and the other girls talk about him, and how I even looked at him... like he was a piece of meat ready to consume.

He's like me, isn't he? He's... lonely.

"...I'm sorry."

"Hmm? For what?"

Love... I don't know if I'm ready to even say that word. Somewhere deep inside, the feelings coming off of Julius make something very clear... the potency of this feeling almost scares me. And for whatever reason, I'm the one in his sights, but instead of it being an honor, it seems like a burden. I'm a lost cause, right? My perception of love is skewed, ruined. And I know, if I turn around and look in his eyes... I'll get lost in them. I'll drown, because when it comes to love... I just can't swim.

"...nothing."

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"So??? How was it!!!?"

Alice is waiting for me by the time I sneak back to my own room, promising to see Julius again at breakfast. "Um... good?" I deflect the question before turning to my dresser. "It went like you would expect it..." In reality, it did not go at all how I expected it, but at least now I don't have to lie to Alice.

"Awww, come ooooon~" Alice whines, rolling over to keep watching me. "Tell me the deets!!!

Uh oh. I avert my eyes and focus on stripping down and pulling on my uniform. "Well... it was very nice. But more than that..." I pause my dressing for a moment, a little smile playing on my lips. "He was nice... I don't know, maybe it's just because I've been with an asshole all my life, but Julius..."

"Ewww, never mind, if you're going to start talking about love stuff!" I turn and give Alice a disgruntled look, which causes her to peel back off into laughter. "Kidding! I'm happy for you, really." She sits up and swings her legs off the bed. "So, do you have a plan? Like- with Lawrence?"

"Not yet... I have to keep it secret for now," I tell her, pulling my robe over my head. "So you keep your mouth shut, you hear?"

"Got it!" Alice smirks and gives me a faux-salute. "And you keep your mouth shut, too... I'm sure it's hard to keep quiet when he's inside you-"

"ALICE."

Despite that just being a little joke, something starts to worry me as we make our way down to breakfast together. I feel... guilty. I know I shouldn't, but I do. God! If only I had held it together last night, I would have actually gotten laid... by a guy who actually cares about me, too. My ears start to heat up at the mere thought of it, but it's accompanied by a pleasant hunger in my belly that's definitely not the result of it being mealtime. I'm sure he meant it when he said he was fine with just sleeping, and he definitely enjoyed cuddling... but... I wouldn't blame him if he were a bit frustrated. Julius is lonely... I feel like I deprived him of something he needed.

It's a ridiculous thought, Julius hasn't demanded anything from me. But still... I want to give it to him. I want to know what it feels like with someone I actually like. Have I missed my chance?

No... there's going to be many more chances. Even today. It's only morning, after all! I'm sure another chance will come up if I'm patient.

Spoiler alert: I'm not patient in the slightest.

"Good morning, you two! My, you're looking radiant."

I thought Alice would be the one I have to rein in when it comes to my secret, but as soon as Julius sees us, I realize that it's him. He's already sitting at the table, fork in hand, but it falls to the table when his eyes land on me, and a big dumb smile becomes plastered on his face. Uh oh... don't be obvious, Julius!!!! I gulp and give him a nervous smile, hoping that none of the others already here will pick up on all the tension. "Oh... thank you! You look pretty good... yourself?"

Alice is nearly drawing blood as she bites her lip, dragging me to sit down next to her at the table. Julius simply chuckles a little to himself and thankfully remains silent, although his eyes don't leave my face the whole time.

"What's got you looking so happy this morning?" Elia finally slides into the seat next to me, sourly looking at my face.

"Huh? Oh-" I shrug, quickly busying myself with my food. "I uh- just had a good time at the lake yesterday."

Elia obviously doesn't believe me but doesn't pursue the subject. "Fine. Keep your secrets."

"Hey girls!"

We look over to see Giles and Nigel walking in, plates piled high with food. Those two are unmatched in how much they can eat. "Hey losers-" Alice counters. "Where's Wren? He usually comes down with you."

"Apparently he got called to a meeting with the captain," Nigel snickers. "Sounded kind of serious... maybe he's in trouble!"

"That would be funny," Elia adds, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. "maybe he'll get kicked out."

"Or imprisoned!"

"Or exiled-"

More laughter comes from my friends, but I can't bear to join in. All I can do is smile weakly and eat, hoping that I'm wrong and one of them didn't drug me that night.

"Hey... look-" Alice grabs my shoulder, her voice hushed, and gestures casually down the table. More of the senior knights are here, but I know exactly who she's talking about. "Guess who hasn't stopped staring at you since we got here?"

Oh boy. Cautiously. I glance over and see that Julius is indeed staring at me, almost dazed-looking, his head tilted slightly as it rests on his hands. His food is going cold for sure by now, but...

AhH! JULIUS!! Don't be so obvious... anyone looking at you right now will know something is up- His buddy Elger, who's sitting next to him, has noticed, and stares at Julius with a weird look on his face. I quickly look away before he can connect the dots, but it might already be too late. "Ignore him!"

Alice giggles. "My, you must have really rocked his world last night-"

"ALICE."

Even after the conversation moves on, I can feel those eyes burning into my skin. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, but at the core of it is excitement. It takes everything in me to not stare back at him, make bedroom eyes, and let him whisk me away somewhere private. Well... that's not such a bad idea...

I still want him. Even if I have the rest of the day ahead of me, I want him now.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To wash my dish! I'm not that hungry." I smooth out my cloak after I stand up, making sure to talk loud enough that the other end of the table can hear. "See you guys soon." With that, I turn and sashay off, fighting the urge to glance back at the table. All I can do is hope that this vague plan works...

But of course it does.

"Heyya."

As soon as I finish washing my dishes, Julius is already up and leaning against the kitchen doorframe, his usual smile on his face. "Oh, hi!" I greet, giving him a smile of my own. My pulse quickens as I struggle to move onto the next phase of my plan. Luckily, he does it for me.

"Want to go talk in private?"

"...yeah!"

And so, we head off upstairs, to his office. The entire walk there is filled with tension, so thick I could choke. I barely notice when he shuts the door behind us, I'm so lost in my thoughts. Now what? I'm not used to taking this type of initiative... oooh, what if he thinks I'm being to presumptuous? No, no,of course not... well-

"So... I've been thinking." Julius suddenly speaks before I can get my first word in. "We should start seriously sizing everyone up, and figure out who might be our culprits."

"...huh?" I blink, so lost in my self-made adrenaline that I can't immediately catch up.

Julius frowns. "You know? The ones who attacked you?"

"OH. Right!" I connect the dots and let out a nervous laugh. Get yourself together! Don't look like an idiot, at least... "Right, right, right... it's not fun to think about, but I suppose I have to."

"I'm sorry." Julius moves over to his desk and leans against it, his feet planted firmly on the ground. My eyes drift over his strong legs before quickly flickering away. Now that we're having an important conversation, I can't just derail it by jumping him right now... despite how delicious he looks.

"Are you okay?"

Fuck! I just started going off into another daze. I jump a little as I feel his hand on my shoulder, and I blush a little as I let myself look up at his concerned face. "I know it's overwhelming, but I want to get to the bottom of this, okay?" I nod slowly, prompting him to lean in and press a sweet kiss to my forehead. I can't help but let a smile flicker on my face for a moment. "You know what you mean to me now... we can talk about this more later, though, okay?"

"...okay..." I lean forward and press my face into his chest, a gesture he accepts eagerly. The safe feeling of his arms around me threatens to make me melt right then and there, but then I realize that I have an opening.

"Julius?"

"Mhmm?"

"I was... uh... thinking."

"Thinking? Really?" I pinch his arm as he teases me with mock-disbelief. "About what?"

"...about..." I gulp, glad he can't see my face right now. "er... l-last night."

It's hardly noticeable, but I feel his grip shift at the words, just enough to make me realize that he's been thinking about it, too.

"Is that so?" His voice hasn't changed, still calm and comforting. "What about it?"

"You know..."

He finally gives me a real reaction, a soft laugh that I feel more than hear. "Right... I had a good time, you know."

A little pang of guilt hits me again. "Did you?"

"...yeah!" He suddenly pulls back to smile down at me, his narrowed eyes taking in my embarrassed face. "I always have a good time with you."

"Yeah, but- uh-" I feel a little frustration. I don't want him to think I'm so timid after last night! That was just a fluke! He's being so careful with me... I need to be more aggressive!

"I mean it, don't worry." Julius's hand lands on my head and strokes it softly, which incidentally gives me an idea. "I thought I made it pretty clear... you're special to me, and even though I'd love to go farther with you, I want to go at a rate you're comfortable with- AH! W-what are you doing-?"

Julius cuts himself off, his voice wavering nervously as I suddenly kneel down in the middle of his little spiel. "I'm showing you that I'm perfectly fine with this rate- or whatever-" I tell him quickly, willing myself forward before I chicken out. I run my hands up his thighs, my heart skipping beats with every band of muscle I feel. "I mean... if you want me to?" I look up at him through my eyelashes, my lip pouting just slightly. I might be naive about a lot of things... but I know how to get what I want.

The concern in Julius's eyes fades slightly, not quite disappearing all the way, but it's replaced by something else. Almost like curiosity... but more than anything, want.

"... go on."

I give him a little grin, finally letting my hands continue sliding up. Julius sucks in a little breath, for the most part silent as he stares down at me, his mouth twitching just slightly as I avoid his crotch and go for his belt instead. The anticipation is killing me, and it must be doing the same to him, but I will myself to be patient and make him so hungry for it, he can't resist. I want him to let go of his fear, and let himself pull me close, to let me in. He's a lonely man, and I want to help... in whatever way I can. And right now, this is how I do it.

"Here, let me help-"

Julius is quick to reach down and make quick work of the belt I was fumbling with, the zipper quickly following. Last night, I got to feel him up but couldn't actually get a look at him since I... passed out and all. But now, there's nowhere else to look as he pulls the front of his pants down and lets his already-stiff cock spring out at me.

Oh shit-

It's bigger than I remember feeling last night, and I can't help but stare for a long moment, my mouth slightly open. I'm drooling, yeah, but it's also very intimidating. And it doesn't help when I feel that hand on the back of my head, pulling me in. "Take your time... but not too much time." Julius bites his lip and glances at the door. "We are in a shared office after all."

He's right, and I give a little nod before finally leaning in and letting my tongue dart out. Julius nearly spasms when I go right for the sensitive tip, sucking once before pulling off and kissing lightly around the spot. "Oh, you have a little technique?" he asks, his voice still steady.

"What did you expect?" I mumble back, fighting off a blush as I catch a glance of him staring at me. "I'm not innocent... not that innocent." To express my point, I lick up his length once deliberately, finally getting a reaction. I feel his knees wobble slightly, and his hand suddenly knots in my hair.

"Of course not... you'll be good and innocent for me, though, won't you?"

The words send a pleasant chill down my neck, the soft growl in his voice, stirring many forgotten emotions within me. This is nothing like it is with Lawrence. It's not so much a demand when Julius pushes me down onto his cock, softly moaning as I finally get to work some magic. It's... a plead. "Ah- y-ou're good that this-" Julius breathes out, his hand pushing me faster, more deliberately. He's coming undone, a lot quicker than he expected, and despite the way his cock chokes me and tears form at the corner of my eyes, I almost smile. This is what I wanted, for him to feel good because of something I'm doing. He only pauses once to sit down in his chair, his limbs weakening. I take the opportunity to pull myself off and smirk up at him, my cheek resting against his inner thigh while my hand teasingly strokes him. "Enjoying yourself?"

"What do you think?" Julius, despite being out of breath, flashes me a grin, his hand stroking down to my neck once. "Don't tell me you're getting tired." I shake my head quickly. "Good girl."

I lean back down to continue, this time his hand restricting my movements, slowing them. Despite saying that we needed to be quick, Julius is taking his time now, determined to milk me (or- er- himself-) for all I'm worth. I can't help but think about Lawrence in the moment, how he would react one day once I leave him to take the arm of my gorgeous vice captain. How indignant he would be, how enraged to find out that I willingly pleasured this man. Every aspect of this experience...

It's thrilling.

He starts poking into the back of my throat, and I whimper slightly at the foreign feeling, struggling to keep taking it. Despite how I was talking before, my stamina is terrible and I'm not sure if I'm going to hold on for much longer. "I'm almost there, baby, I promise-" Julius grunts out, one hand gripping the side of his desk while the other starts setting an unmerciful place. I just weakly whine in response, my throat starting to burn a bit. "You're being so good- I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard after this-" The promise makes another jolt of adrenaline go through me, the thought of him doing this to me quite exciting. "God- ah-"

Just as he starts to lose himself, something grabs his attention. Maybe it's a sixth sense, or maybe he was using his time magic to check ahead, but Julius freezes up before he reaches a climax. I blink my eyes open to see his own widening, a look of shock and fear on his face.

"Fuck-"

There's no time to hide. Just as the word leaves his mouth, the door swings open and the other vice captain Malota walks in. Julius lets out a squawk of surprise and nearly jumps in his seat in a vain attempt to react, but only manages to knock his knee super hard against the bottom of his desk. "YOUCH-" The shout leaves his mouth as he panics, disoriented, horny, and scared.

"Julius-"

The only good thing about this situation is that I'm hidden behind his desk, and from where Malota is standing right now, she can't see me. But still, she stops in her tracks at Julius's reaction, arching a thin brow as he does nothing but sit there and pant, slowly turning red.

"Julius... were you-" A look of slight disgust crosses her vulture-like features, and her eyes just glance down at the table, very aware of the presence behind it, before rising back up to her comrade's embarrassed face.

"You know what... I don't want to know."

Without another word, Malota swiftly turns around and races out of the room, her face becoming indifferent again. A moment later, the door slams shut, and the two of us are left alone once again.

"... "

Neither of us dare to move. Julius's eyes stay fixed on the door as Malota's footsteps fade away, before looking back down at me. He lets out a soft sigh, the corners of his mouth twitching at the sight of me staring up at him with his cock still in my mouth (it's not like I had time to move! And plus, the hand on my neck is heavy-). "That was... close."

He finally lets go, and I draw in a shaky breath as I sit up, my throat awfully dry after the recent abuse it just received. "S-she didn't see me, did she-"

"No, no, she didn't!" Julius assures me, glancing at the door again, his fingers deftly brushing the hair out of my face. "Malota wouldn't care anyway, don't worry." he gives me a reassuring smile before licking his lips a little. "So... are you-"

Wait, he wants me to continue? After we got walked in on?! I blink a few times, too aghast to say anything at the moment. Julius laughs sheepishly. "I mean, she's probably not coming back, right?"

"...right..."

Somehow, I find myself smiling once again. Julius mirrors it, his pulse quickening as he grabs the back of my head again. "I think we're going to get along famously."

Julius doesn't beat around the bush this time. He thrusts down my throat again and again, his hips raising just slightly to meet my lips each time, his hands guiding me at his pace. I handle it a lot better this time, feeling satisfied every time he moans under my touch. He doesn't say anything, but I know he's getting close by the way his movements become sloppy, and his cock twitches needily. I give him exactly what he wants, sucking hard for a few thrusts. And that's it- With one last pleasured sound, Julius pushes me down and cums, hard. I wasn't planning on spitting anything out, but I still gag a bit as his release hits my throat, hot and thick and almost too much for me to handle.

For a few blissful moments, he just sits there, tensed up with his eyes squeezed shut. Then, finally, he lets go of me.

Not completely, though. His hands gently take hold of my shoulders as I sit up and cough a little, taking a few deep breaths through my nose. I'm a little dizzy and can't really see through my blurry eyes, but I feel overwhelming satisfaction. I did it... Julius, you're mine, you hear! I want to make him feel like this, again and again, and for him to do the same to me. Maybe love is something I can't handle right now... but I can let myself be close to him.

Eventually... love will follow.

The sensation of his fingers on my face pulls me from my thoughts. Julius chuckles, worn out, and traces the corners of my lip with a fingertip. "You missed some-" he states, swiping up the remains of his cum and pushing his finger into my mouth. I whine a little at the movement but get my revenge by sucking once. Julius sucks in a breath and quickly removes the digit. "Ah ah- don't tease me, or I'll have to punish you~"

"Punish?" I repeat, reaching up and rubbing my eyes. When I blink them open again, I can see just fine, the blur of the passionate moment gone. "I thought I deserved a reward."

"Oh, that's right. Here-"

Before I can do anything, his hands close around my waist and hoist me up, so easily that it makes me squeak out in surprise. The moment he set me down on the desk, his lips are on mine, his arms holding me as close as can be. I eagerly kiss back, my sore jaw enjoying the respite, and reach up to cup his face with my hands. Julius pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and the look of sparkling admiration in his own catches me off guard. "What?"

"Hmm?" Julius seems to almost be lost in thought. "Oh, it's just... I like you."

"...?" I frown a little. Isn't that obvious? "Well, that's good to know."

A little laugh comes from his nose, and his goofy smile widens. "No, I mean- Ah, you're full of surprises, and I like that... not just with this... kind of stuff, but also with- you know-" Julius's words are fumbled, almost incoherent He finally spares himself and cuts himself off with a shake of his head. "Never mind, don't listen to me, I'm just being an old sap."

Despite his sheepishness, I somehow understand what he was trying to say. With just a little difficulty, I lean up and kiss his forehead softly. "It's okay... I feel the same way, Julius."

"...I'm glad. Thank you."

With that, he buries himself back into my embrace, our lips moving so perfectly that it seems like they were made for each other. I close my eyes and start to get lost again, pure joy overtaking all logic and guilt in my mind. For a brief moment, Lawrence doesn't exist, my attacker doesn't exist, nothing does... nothing in this world matters but him.

At least, just for that moment. Because the door slams open a minute later.

"Julius! Sorry to interrupt again, but-"

Both of us scream and whirl around, still holding each other, to see Malota run in again. For the first time, the emotion on her face seems real, the shock of seeing me, a girl engaged to a prince, being kissed by Julius. We sit there in silence for a moment, but then, in true Malota fashion, she sighs deeply, all emotion leaving her face.

"...I won't ask... but-" She straightens up. "We're leaving."

"Leaving?" Julius repeats nervously. I can feel his heart racing through his chest. "What's happening?"

"Apparently the Diamond Kingdom's been attacking the border since yesterday-" Malota explains, shocking us both. "But the Crimson Lion Kings were sent to handle it in secret. Now we're being called in."

We're being called in... wait... A jolt of fear shoots through me. That means... the Crimson Lions failed! The Diamond Kingdom beat them?!

"I see- the whole squad is going?"

"Yes. Our briefing is in 2 minutes." We can hear footsteps all around the base now, thundering urgently in the rush to get ready. "Be down there beforehand."

"Right." Julius's face is stony now, but flinches slightly as Malota turns to leave again. "Er- Malota- about this-"

"Don't worry. I don't care anyway-" Malota assures him before disappearing once again.

With a deep sigh, Julius lets go of me, helping me get off the desk. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, still looking pale. "She saw us- I should have been more careful."

"Maybe... but we have a bigger problem now." That familiar pre-battle feeling is already coursing through my veins. Trying to ignore the dread balling up inside me, I reach down and take his hand one last time.

The Diamond Kingdom...

Maybe, for a moment, the world didn't exist. But now, it's crashing down on all of us.

#spicy #illusion #fic #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono #black clover #ajksdlfjsdkl I'm the worst-#slow burn? don't know her

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Our Little Girl Part 5

Tagging @plumpblueberry because she’s thirsty for this.

Sasha had been at the mercy of Giles’ teasing all day.

They hadn’t needed to hide and make sure they weren’t seen, Leo’s threats were then bolstered by Sid’s lawyer contacting ‘Slimeball’ Jones to explain that Crawford Industries could sue, and then Sasha could on a personal level. Word spread fast among reporters, but it didn’t stop the occasional social media photo snap.

The clothing shop they’d been in had asked for a selfie with some of the merchandise for promotion purposes. They hadn’t been expecting Giles to go through exactly what was meant by the ‘promotion’, and it was whittled down to a post on social media with a ‘guess who popped in today?!’ to try and promote the image of the company. Sasha agreed before Giles could say anymore, and had her arm looped around Giles’ waist and the sales assistant who had been with them the whole time. It was all smiles, and the shop staff gave Giles knowing looks as Sasha then did a personal selfie with the young woman as her boyfriend paid up the tab.

Her long locks were held up in a thick ponytail, jeans and an oversized t-shirt that she’d stolen from Sid’s closet when neither male was looking, of course, Sasha looked too at home as Giles was watching her flick through the TV channels. She was waiting for her boyfriends to be ready, they had the staff cordon off enough of the bar and already arranged for food to be made to cover the twins’ tastes.

“Are you getting changed, princess?” Giles nuzzled into her hair from behind, unable to hold back from feeling that she was truly there with him.

“No, I wanted to drag you both down to my comfort zone,” Sasha giggled, her fingers threading through his violet locks.

“I wouldn’t last five minutes with your brothers if you don’t change,” Sid growled from the doorway. Sasha smirked, not moving from her spot on the sofa and continuing to shower Giles in her affection and touch even with Sid quickly approaching. “Sasha,” his voice was gravelly and low, his fingers resting on her thighs and digging the seams of her jeans into her skin. “If you don’t change, you aren’t cumming for the next week,” he growled, making Giles part from the female with a knowing smirk.

“Fine,” she pouted, sliding her fingers down Giles’ arms, pausing their descent to play with the slightly damp ends of Sid’s dark blue locks. “Only because you plan to fuck me senseless next time I wear it,” she smirked and went to stand up.

She gasped, flush against the bartender as he was kissing her hard. He was dominating her before letting her go, that sexy smirk that had her hooked from the first time she saw it in the bar.

“You two need to be illegal,” she complained, pouting as the two men were chuckling at her retreating form. Tonight was nothing formal, mostly the collection of Sasha’s personal items and her brothers trying to scare the two men into treating her like a princess, which Sasha knew too well as she came back out in a top that Giles had picked out specifically for her. Her lips were curved which told the manager that she’d picked it on purpose too before already strolling towards the door. “My brothers won’t wait to come and gatecrash!”

True to her word, the staff behind the bar were all looking very tense with Leo leaning against the bar and trying to flirt with anyone that moved. Alyn was standing next to him and looking incredibly stiff. Though the faintest of blushes of embarrassment could be seen if you looked close enough before Sasha had her arms hooked around both her brothers and brought them down to her level. It was an endearing scene as the staff were watching as much as the two men. Giles’ cough broke the spell woven before he smiled slightly at everyone present.

“Shall we go and sit down? I’m sure it will be more comfortable,” he gestured towards the large cordoned off area.

“Sir, are the rumours true then?” One of the older bartenders had grabbed Giles by the crook of his elbow. “We’ve had all sorts come in and ask questions-”

“All will be revealed at tomorrow’s staff meeting,” he frowned, immediately lifting the hand off his sleeve. “And make sure we don’t get inundated with being photographed tonight please.”

Alyn was his usual surly self, frowning almost constantly while Leo took it upon himself to torment Giles out of the stiff image he presented. Sasha was laughing, and Sid was nearly always joining in with Leo’s teasing. Then the plates were all cleared away, and Leo settled into a more formal posture.

“I’ve been shown the photos that led to Uncle Aubin dismissing Sasha,” he opened. “In some of them, it’s easy to pass it off as coincidence given the industry and proximity of both clubs, but then there are others where kissing and hugging are present. Which can’t be passed off,” Leo explained, playing with an empty shot glass. “We all know who took the photos, but we can’t prove it just yet to prosecute him for anything. And you know what the public are like, they want to know everything about someone’s life because they have money.”

“Part of me wants to thank him, but he forced our hand to get to this,” Giles was tilting his head with a frown, already beginning to think about who was on their membership list that could possibly help.

“So, what’s the plan then?” Alyn was usually straight to the point, bringing focus to the fact that they weren’t here to plan to catch a slimeball.

“She moves in with us. We’re looking for a bigger place for a permanent fixing, but our penthouse is large enough for the time being,” Giles noticed that Sasha had dropped her head a little, blushing at the fact.

“Let’s not insult them by asking for specifics of things,” Leo laughed. “Just know that we have more than enough experience at chasing off boyfriends and we did it very successfully as teenagers-”

“Not that successfully,” Sid smirked, leaning forward with an interruption. “I came back, and it just took me a few years.”

“What?” Sid was grinning broadly at the sound of four voices of surprise and all the focus on him.

“Lloyd Grandieur-” he began.

“Fucker! I TOLD you!” Leo slammed his hand on the table and starting laughing. “I said you were familiar,” he grinned broadly.

Sasha was glaring at the bartender, a brief fling as kids and under the name, his adoptive parents had chosen to keep him safe from his real ones. Now he had the muscle and money to own his name instead of cowering behind a shield.

“Well then, you got a taste of what twelve year old us could do,” Leo corrected himself, smirking broadly as Sasha resigned herself to being surrounded by men trying to chest beat for the evening.

#MidCin #midnight cinderella #sid arnault #giles christophe #leo crawford #alyn crawford

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toloveawarlord · 5 years

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Sweet Sacrifice (Ch.2)

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The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and our breathing. Even though the girl had gone, we still waited. With his body up against mine, it became increasingly harder to focus. “Okay, Bryon, we can head back now. I’m sure Albert is pacing holes in the ground.” Actually, he might be out looking for us at this point.

Nodding, Bryon stepped back. “You did well not killing them,” he said, taking my hand. The alarm registered on my face, making him laugh. “You aren’t a good navigator in the woods. I’d hate to lose you.”

“I can find my way back to camp,” I argued.

Byron shrugged his shoulders, pulling me in front of him. “Lead the way, Starlight.” The darkness hid the expression on his face.

Thankfully, it hid the blush on my own. It had been some time since he’d called me by that nickname… since I’d become his guard over three years ago. Sighing, I tried to shake my hand loose. “I need my hand back.” This was a test.

“Fine, I’ll allow you to have it back temporarily.”

When he released me, I set off back in the direction from which I’d come. In the dark, my eyesight didn’t work as well. Byron remained silent, simply following behind me. It didn’t take this much time to find him, did it? Not giving in, the next step I took was the wrong one. The ground under my foot disappeared.

Byron hooked an arm around my waist, hauling my back. Both of us hit the ground. The only sound for a few moments was the hard soil falling down the drop off and splashing into the wide creek. “Still want to lead the way?” The teasing his left his voice.

Swallowing my pride, I shook my head. That drop was a long way down. One of us could have been seriously injured. The walk back to the camp via Bryon’s directions had taken a fraction of the time my route had taken. Albert met us at the tree line, expressing his concern at how long it had taken us to return.

Escaping their conversation, I retreated to the fire until the two disappeared in Bryon’s tent, and then I moved to sit down by the lake in the distance. It all seemed so calm out here. The hour grew later, and only a few knights were keeping guard. To clear my mind, I decided to go for a swim. No one could really see me.

Stripping out of my clothes, the chilly water made me shiver. It took a few minutes for my body to adjust to the cool temperature. My mind kept wandering back to the woods. Why did he let me do that? It could have turned out so much worse. Frustrated, I slipped under the water, letting out a scream. Once. Twice. I only surfaced for air.

The moonlight reflected on the surface. Floating on my back, I stared up at the night sky. The stars twinkled. Tomorrow we meet this Princess who might be future Queen of Stein. It all made me angry. Returning to the shore, I took some deep breaths. Handle tomorrow like a professional. Protecting Byron. That’s my job.

Returning to the camp sight, I started to sit by the fire to warm myself, but a lantern illuminating Bryon’s tent caught my attention. Sighing, I went to chastise him for still being awake. “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?” I asked, entering the tent.

Glancing up from the papers he was reading for only a moment, he said, “You went swimming in the lake?” His eyes moved over the pages. “Come here.”

Crossing over to where he sat on his bed, I dropped down on the ground beside it. With no argument from him, I started to apologize. “I’m sorry for what I did in—”

“I don’t want your apology,” Byron cut me off sharply, silencing me. Nothing was said for a long time, and I started to count the seconds as they passed. Sighing loudly, Byron dropped the papers into my lap. “Stop looking so pitiful. It doesn’t suit you.”

If he won’t let me apologize, then I’m not talking to him. Sifting through the papers, it took a moment for me to understand what I was looking at. Protea is having another crisis and is thinking about going to war with us. Guess you kill one assassin at dinner and they lose their minds. It’s not like I wanted to make a big scene. The last page caught my eye. A marriage proposal. For me. “He wants to… marry me?”

“Seems that way. He wants to tame you. He also wrote in there that a woman shouldn’t be doing such grotesque work like killing assassins, but it amazed him how skilled you were. He wants you for himself,” Byron answered.

I shuffled the papers around, not really looking at them anymore. “If it’ll stop the war, and it’s what you want, then I’ll do it,” I said softly. He has no real need for me. There’s an entire army out there to watch out for him. Not that he really needs them. He’s an excellent fighter.

Byron smacked me on the head. “You’re an idiot, Rory.”

“Ouch! That hurt!”

He leaned down to grab my wrist, jerking me up to my knees. With his face inches from mine, he stared into my eyes. “You are under my protection. I granted you the right to live after what you did, and I will not toss you away to Protea just to appease an old king. Don’t ever make the assumption that you are useless, Rory.”

I blinked, taken aback by his words. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it sound like I’m important to you.” Twisting my wrist out of his grip, I stood to my feet. “I’m going to help keep watch. You should get some rest before our last day of travel to Wysteria. Goodnight.” Taking my leave before he could say anything else stupid, I held back the tears.

Keeping watch is a good way to get your mind off things. A few of the guards told me stories about their families, and the times when they fought in a real battle. It made me forget about the feeling deep inside that had bubbled up again. By the time the sun peeped over the horizon, my resolve had been strengthened and the day ahead of me would be easier to face.

Locked inside the carriage with Bryon, however, made me nervous. Not having to ride a horse had become routine. If anyone where to attempt to attack him here, they’d have to go through me. My head bobbed as sleep tried to take over. “You should rest before we reach Wysteria. I need you at 100 percent for this mission,” Byron said offhandedly, reading through more documents.

As much as I didn’t want to, I allowed myself a short rest. He was right. If I wasn’t at my best, then I was no use to him. While my fighting skills were strong, tiredness could cause me to make a costly mistake, especially with his “no kill” order. The thought annoyed me even as I drifted off to sleep.

The carriage jolted as it stopped, almost knocking me off the seat. Rubbing my eyes, I followed Byron out, yawning loudly. “Is this it?” The castle looked magnificent, but it wasn’t Stein. I’d come to love the way Bryon’s castle looked. A quick pat down of my body told me that all my weapons were securely in place and ready to be used if necessary.

“Behave yourself, Rory,” Albert chastised quietly.

Giles met us at the front gate, cutting off our conversation. He showed us inside, giving Byron a quick tour on the way to the room that he would be staying in. “I didn’t realize that a lady would be accompanying you today. I’ll prepare a room for her right away.”

“No need. She’s more like a pet dog. Odds of her leaving my side at all, is slim. She’ll use the couch over there,” Bryon said.

Giles looked between us silently before he nodded his head. “I will arrange for some extra blankets and pillow be delivered here.” He bowed slightly and left me and Byron alone.

Searching the room quickly, I collapsed on the couch knowing that it was safe in this room. “You’re going to give people the wrong idea,” I said, sighing. Not that I really care what others think of me. It’s his image I’m worried about.

Byron laughed, moving to look out the window at the garden view. “Would you have rather been moved to another room? I can have that arranged.”

“No! Of course not.”

“Then quit complaining and get ready for the evening’s event,” Byron said as someone knocked on the door. Albert entered, silently signaling for me to search the grounds but giving Byron an update on the schedule for the evening.

The castle layout was fairly simple to memorize. More guests began to arrive for the princess’s speech, which made plenty of openings for our enemies to slip inside. Checking every corridor that we’d take to get to the ballroom drew attention. A man grabbed my arm, dressed in a Wysteria guard’s uniform. “You arrived with King Byron, didn’t you? Are you lost?”

“Just making sure that it’s safe,” I replied.

“That’s our job. It is our castle.” He looks offended by my words.

I shrugged my shoulders. “And it’s my job to ensure that no harm comes to King Byron. So, if I feel like patrolling the grounds for a while, then I will. I don’t trust you, at all.” Too many times had pride gotten in a guard’s way because they wanted to outdo me. No part of me cared what they thought.

The man sighed, but nodded his head. “I understand.”

What?

We stared at each other for a solid 30 seconds. Both of us seemed confused by the other. Snapping back to reality, I tried to tug my arm loose. “Could you let go now?” I asked. It’s already so late. Byron would definitely leave me behind if I wasn’t back soon.

Surprised, the man let go. “Yes, I apologize.”

He’s… weird. I believe that insignia on his armor means he’s the captain of the royal guard. Albert has a similar marking. “You’re the captain of the Wysteria guard, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Alyn Crawford. And you are from Stein?” He asked.

I nodded. “Rory.”

Alyn extended his hand to me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rory.” What’s with the pleasantries all of a sudden?

I can’t be rude. If Byron heard about it, he’d complain to me about it for weeks. Placing my hand in his, I pointed back the way I came. “Well… I should get back to my king.”

“Of course. I’ll see you around.”

Unavoidable. He’s going to go out of his way to speak to me now. I don’t have the luxury of making friends.

Making my way back to Byron’s chamber, a figure outside the window caught my eye, causing me to stop. Night had set in, and from up here, it was hard to make out the person. Their movements were purposeful, cautious. My body tensed at the sight. Danger.

“Rory.” Bryon’s voice pulled me out of my state. “Is something the matter?”

By the time I returned my attention to the courtyard below, the figure had disappeared. Shaking my head, I ran my hands through my hair in attempt to look presentable. “Nope.”

Again, Byron held my gaze with a disapproving stare. “Let’s go.” At least he didn’t push the issue.

With me on his right and Albert on his left, it should have been impossible to get anywhere near him. The ballroom was crowded. The figure in the courtyard plagued my thoughts, setting me on edge. My eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone who matched the silhouette. Too many variables. Too many people who could possibly fit in. Resting my hand on one of my blades hidden under my jacket, my heart pounded in anticipation. Who could it be? Which one of them is the enemy?

The princess gave her speech, but my head heard none of it. The room around me filled with claps and cheers. The perfect moment for someone to slip through unheard. The man, Giles, from earlier approached us with the Princess… the girl from the woods last night. I spent too long staring at her. My attention had been captured for only a few seconds by this girl, before someone behind her raised a metal object up.

That’s… a dagger!

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#midnight cinderella #midcin #byron wagner #albert burckhardt #alyn crawford #giles christophe #rory kinder

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