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rosemultitargaryen · 1 year

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BodyGuard

Warnings: Dry humping, stalking?, breeding kink, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, degrading, bondage, semi-public sex, praising kink, breeding kink.

Pairing: BodyGuard!Aemond Targaryen x Princess!Female!Reader.

Summary: You're assigned a new body guard, what your father doesn't know is that your new Body Guard is particularly good at his job...and a little more. (See i'm being nice and adding plot for once).

Word count: 1.7k

"So tell me Aemond, what makes you want to guard me?" You ask, curious as to why he took the job of being your sole protector.

Aemond's hands are clasped behind him, head tilted down and sword pinned to his armour. His hair is in his signature style, eyepatch the same colour as his shoes; a neat brown.

"I thought it would open my eyes." He simply states, picking up the pace of his walk.

You job slightly, catching up to his long strides; making your height difference evident. Your eyebrows furrow at his bleak answer.

"Open your eyes? What do you mean?" You question and he chuckles.

"Nothing sweet girl, now, is it off to your chambers or are we going to be getting more exercise." Aemond trails off as he looks you up and down slowly.

"You know...if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i could get a cold. As my bodyguard you wouldn't want me ill now would you?" A smile tugs at your lips, the liquor from the gathering earlier taking full affect.

"I...Sweet girl enough with your tainted words." Aemond clears his throat; his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

Confidently; you walk past him, close enough for him to get a smell of your newly made fragrance. You had the maids make it for you, it is a unique earthy scent that is to die for as Aemond would so describe it. Your hands are clasped behind you, walking through the gardens.

You're too distracted to notice a young boy running toward you with a flower. The boy knocks you and Aemond is quick to dive in; grabbing the boy by the arm you see tears prick at his eyes.

"Aemond that is enough!" You speak firmly and Aemond reluctantly releases the child.

You kneel down, taking the boy in your arms and wiping his tears.

"My lady, I just wanted to give you this pretty flower." He sniffed and your heart melts.

"Oh it is the prettiest of flowers." you put it in your hair and kiss the boy's head. He smiles and runs off.

Aemond helps you to your feet and you brush off the dirt that had gathered on your dress from kneeling. A sigh leaves your lips and you walk off to your chambers, Aemond following you like a lost puppy.

"Aemond, thank you for your assistance but i am alright with getting to my chambers safely." You state and he frowns slightly.

"Princess, I am to stay with you throughout day and night." He states and you look up to him.

"I said I am fine, take your leave early. I will not ask again." You close your chamber doors and dress into some nightwear.

You decide to sit at your balcony, watching as Rhaenyra flys Syrax beautifully in the night sky. You had often found yourself late at night, sitting at your balcony and counting the stars to guide you into a sleepy state. Usually Aemond would read some high valerian book to you, however you cannot get over the grimacing look he gave that child. Something in you stirred.

You start reflecting on the event and realise how cruel and cold you seemed to him. You stand from your seated state and go to your doors, opening them to find...

"Aemond?" You ask.

"I cannot rest when i know you are alone, i am truly sorry for my actions it won't happen again i-"

Your lips cut him off.

His hands are quick to hold your face as he pushes you inside your chambers, making sure to shut the doors behind you both with his foot. He pushes you against the wall beside the door, his hands trailing down to your neck. You both break for air, pupils fully dilated with lust and want for one another.

Aemond drags his thumb down your neck, licking his lips slowly. He bends down and kisses the soft flesh of your exposed collar bone. A moan erupts from your lips as you move your hips towards his to relieve some friction building up in your core.

"Aemond...please." You shamelessly whine.

Aemond looks at you in disbelief for this had be a moment he had dreamt about. When he heard of this role being free he jumped at the opportunity. Many nights he had spent thinking grotesque thoughts of you while stroking his cock wishing it was your hand. For many nights he had watched you from afar, thinking what it would he like to breed you.

You grip his armour, becoming impatient while you try undress him. Aemond chuckles and unclips his chest plates while you work on the rest. Finally, you get to his undergarments and revel at the bareness of him. Your hand's instinctively trail down his broad chest to his undergarment. You ghost your hand over his clothed cock, yearning for it to fill you.

You drop to your knees, looking up through your brows. Aemond reaches and grabs your chin softly with a smirk on his face. You take away the last piece of clothing separating you from him. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips in preparation. The sheer sight of his bare cock makes you weak, makes your arousal pool in your panties and your stomach churn with need.

"Come on darling, take it." He purrs and you lick a strip up his member.

A subtle moan leaves his lips. You look back up at Aemond, taking his tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it, collecting the pre-cum as you watch the man shudder under your touch. You take as much of his cock down tour throat as you can, using your hands for the rest.

Aemond props himself up against the wall with his arms, caging you in as you take him so well. He reaches a hand down, taking a fistful of your hair as your head bobs slowly. Tears prick your eyes as he forced more down your throat, the burning sensation making your lungs feel as if they are aflame.

"Nghh...fuck." He groans and you feel him twitch in your mouth.

Aemond releases in your throat and you whine, spitting whatever he offered you out. He slaps you across the face and grabs your throat, pressing his hips into yours.

"Did i say spit? You filthy little whore." Aemond spat and you whimper, the slur only making your thoughts more promiscuous.

Aemond grabs the back of your neck, dragging you to the balcony along with some rope and fabric. He begins with undressing you, taking off your night wear to reveal your body. He looked to be a deer in headlights; taking you in, admiring you. Aemond takes his time to look at you properly, feeling the way your hips tense at his presence. Seeing the way your chest rises and falls as your breathing quickens with anticipation.

"Aemond please, I beg of you." Whines and whimpers leave your lips and he relishes in the submissive state you're in.

"Oh but i do love to take my time, especially with you." He knees down, levelling with your soaking cunt.

Aemond kisses your clit, smoothing his tongue up your slit before pushing his pointer finger within your sopping hole. Your eyes screw shut at the intrusion. Aemond's lip attach to your clit sucking delicately, finger pumping slowly but harshly. Your core tightens, feeling your release nearing.

Aemond takes what you have to offer, lapping it up like a kitten with milk as you come down from your high. He stands up, leaving you limp against the balcony. Aemond wraps the rope around your arms and the balcony, keeping you in place. You moan as the rope starts to burn you from the restriction. You squirm and feel him behind you.

"You are going to be good, like the slut you are." Aemond coos, landing a harsh slap on your arse.

You moan again and feel the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. It hit you then, there are people who could see you; you are on the balcony after all. You close your eyes, bracing for the impact as he lines himself up with your soaking cunt. Aemond kisses your back before pushing in forcefully into you tight entrance.

"Oh issa, ao feel sīr sȳz." He groans, keeping within you for a few moments while your walls adjust to the size of him.

Moments pass and he becomes impatient, slowly thrusting in you. The burns run through you, making your eyes screw shut and your hands fighting against the restraints. His thrusts quicken, knocking you forward each time.

"Nnnghhh," you groan as he grabs your hair, his thrusts becoming animalistic as he chases his release.

"Oh...sweet girl." Aemond praises and you whine, thrusting back onto him.

Your core tightens. The strength of your release taking your a toll on your whole body. Aemond keeps hitting that spot within you deliciously, his release also nearing as beads of sweat form on his forehead and chest. Your breathing is quick, chest heaving as you crave to reach your climax.

"Aemond please let me.." you pant and he grunts, reaching under you to rub your clit.

Your back arches and the coils snaps, Aemond groans as he feels you convulse around his throbbing cock. You moan from the overstimulation while Aemond continues to fuck you until his release comes.

"Aemond...oh fuck." You groan, pulling at the restraints.

Your legs go numb and limp, resulting in Aemond having to hold you up. His thrusts become sloppier and you feel him twitch before releasing inside you. He fucks his cum deep within you, making sure every last drop is not put to waste.

"Fuck." He groans, kissing and nipping at your back.

"I guess...I guess you are a good bodyguard." You pant.

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blue-eyed-author · 8 months

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Self-Reminder: Even if no one is reading my stories right now, I wrote them for me and I love them wholeheartedly. One day, someone might come along and give one a go, but for now, it’s okay if I’m the only one who loves them. 💖

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xmortuarykittyx · 8 months

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Ever Unlocked

Part 2: Caution to the Wind

Part 1: Grey Skies and Blue Eyes

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

no use of y/n or names

warnings: Leon has some small dirty thoughts about reader. not anything to really worry about this chapter, we’re slowly building up to the darker themes.

as Leon pulled up to her apartment, a shitty, two toned, plain looking building. He let out a sigh, the squeak of the windshield wipers the only sound as her breath was near caught in her throat. "tha-", "wel-", their voices mingled in the warm air, thanks to Leon's Jeeps air conditioning. a soft smile fell on her lips while Leon's wide eyes stayed on her, an eager pull to his lips. "you first.", his words were sweet and soft, nearly as quiet as the air conditioner. "i was going to say thank you.", she let a breath release from her tense chest, "for the ride and your time.", a look of awe as lightening danced across the sky, lighting up the two.

In the quick light, she could see his hair stuck to his forehead from the walk to the car, blonde strands twisted and plastered to his tan skin. "it's- it's no problem. an honor- really.", he shifted, his hand running through those darkened locks, causing a drop of water to fall down his cheek. "to drive a pretty girl like you home.", a shaky breath left his wet lips, slick with spit from his tongue darting across them. her cheeks lit up, almost unbearingly hot. gaze dropping instantly. Her feet tapped softly, the bottles of gatorade in the floorboard nearly making her laugh. "do you want-", "i meant-", laughter filled the car as they spoke over each other once more. "do you want to come inside?", she didn't know why she was asking, he was a coworker- someone she saw nearly daily and felt... odd around.

She was inviting him inside? Leon's smile tilted, his eye squinting while the other remained wide in a 'why would you ask that?' way. "sure.", he nodded, looking back at his uniform pants, fingers on the keys, causing them to jingle as he cut the vehicle off. Did she not realize how dangerous that was? They'd just seen each other in passing. Then again, accepting his ride, had he been anyone but his sweet, caring self, would've also been a mistake. Did this girl not realize the situations she was possibly putting herself in? Sure, Leon had watched her, possibly for longer than she realized, her eyes reflecting the lightening as Leon stared at her. Pupils moving around as she thought, he wanted to know what about, was she thinking about him? was she finally piecing together that he really was, at the end of the day, a stranger.

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Her fingers moved to the door knob as she twisted it, she didn't have to unlock her door, she wasn't a worrier, she trusted those who lived around her. She was insane, Leon had figured, who was so trusting that they accepted rides, offered people into her home and left the door unlocked. "you don't lock your door?", Leon asked, his head tilting as he walked through the threshold. "no- i trust everyone on this floor and sometimes Mrs. Jones will drop off some of her cooking for me.", she admitted as she placed her purse down on the counter, her apartment was very... her... it was cozy and warm- inviting - too much so. How could she just tell him that, that crucial piece of information about her life? "you just trust nobody will steal from you, come in while you're gone?", Leon couldn't help but press as his eyebrows furrowed.

Her shoulders rolled slightly, shaking out the stiffness as she wiped the rain from her face. "i haven't had any issues yet.", she was either very, very naïve or she was stupid. Leon wasn't sure which was the truth, she had gotten a job at RPD so clearly she wasn't stupid. She was just innocent and good natured, the world didn't deserve that. She didn't understand how dangerous it was out there, but Leon did. His family having been murdered when he was younger- he knew how nasty it was. He knew how human nature could become deranged so quickly, human nature was so quick to flip a switch. Someone so kindhearted could kill- someone so chivalrous could stab you in the back in a moment.

Maybe that's why Leon found himself staring daggers into her. How could she be so fucking naïve? "Are you thirsty?", she asked, her head lulling over her shoulder to get a good look at him. in an instant the glare was gone, swapped with a smile that made her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach. "do you have any tea?", he couldn't help but have his mind racing as he stared down at the girl in front of him. How fucking naïve could she be? It wasn't something he wanted to think about, what if some creep wanted to break in? What if someone hurt her. He could feel his eyes widening, training on her form. Hands reached up to open the cabinet, presumably holding mugs.

If she had turned around, she'd see Leon's perturbed stare, it irked him. How could she act as if her life wasn't in danger, because it was. In Leon's mind, she was always in danger. She lived in a relatively shitty end of town. Far from his apartment, he lived on the North side of town, near the college and bustling streets. She lived in the nearly dark side of town, hell, Raccoon City didn't even care to put many street lamps on this side of town. South side was always the place crime happened, it's where those increase in bodies had started, a few gang related incidents and some drug deals gone wrong. Did she realize how much danger was outside her doorway every day, the door she left practically open, inviting anything in?

Her hands pulled at the creaky cabinet doors, reaching for two mugs. "do you prefer any certain kind? i have many.", her eyes went to him, she knew he was acting a little off. He hadn't really acted the same as the station. People were different out side of work, she knew that. She was. Leon was just... "i'm okay with anything.", his hands slipped into his pockets, eyes dancing around the apartment. It wasn't the most decorated, nor was it going to be the cleanest. Throw pillows sat on the couch, she had a candle or two out, burnt down to the middle. Leon couldn't help but be more intrigued. He wanted to know more about the girl who seemed to throw caution to the wind.

"it's a....", his word droned on as she filled up the kettle, the water running over his words. "shitty?", she offered, a smile on her lips in amusement. "well- i wasn't-", he tried to cover up, trying to not offend the girl he just got to be near. "i'm fucking with you, Kennedy.", she giggled, fingers turning on the burner as she placed the metal kettle on the eye. "it's a shit hole- i know.", her hands rested on her biceps, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched as Leon took in her apartment, the decor and photos around. "you see anything that peaks your interest?", she was curious what else he would say. He was so awkward it was almost funny. "yeah...", he smirked, it looked cute on him, not douch-y as it did on most men. "you.", his cheeks flushed at his own flirt. Then, it was hurt urn to be flustered, her eyes nearly falling from their sockets. "me?", she breathed slowly, her teeth biting into the flesh of her bottom lip. "i'm fucking with you.", he used her own words against her. He meant it, but he didn't want to move too quickly, he was known to speak without thinking, girls found him awkward and too eager. He tried to reel back a little, not realizing how it looked to her. Kitty wished he hadn't been 'fucking' with her. "well played.", she laughed, hearing the whistle of the tea kettle, causing her to jump slightly. "shit-!", she hissed, quickly turning off the eye and pulling the kettle off the eye and pouring the steaming water into the respective cups. Before, she added in two bags of peppermint tea to them.

"we'll let it steep.", she spoke, her hands bouncing the bags, holding the paper ends. Leon watched as she did so... she was so domestic. Leon's apartment barely had anything in it. She had hers filled, cluttered in a well lived in way. Part of him was curious what her bedroom looked like. It was a good thing you could read people on, but what bothered him the most was the unlocked door. He couldn't get over that, he wondered how much more careless she could be. His head moved, looking towards the back of her apartment, a small hallway, two rooms on either side and then a door at the very end. "it's a cozy place, i didn't mean anything by it.", he felt the need to let her know he appreciated how welcoming she was, even if it found it astonishing that she'd let a man- someone who could easily over power her in her own home, into her safe space.

"its.. a shithole.", her hair fell over those big eyes, hands holding both mugs as she walked towards her couch. Leon's eyes followed up her legs, to her ass. her pencil skirt hugged her hips so perfectly. the way she swayed her hips and bent down to place the mugs in the corkboard coasters. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. slit brushing against the zipper, causing a small hiss to leave his lips. "you okay?", her head was turned back to look at him, her body still bent, the skirt tight over her plump ass. Leon stifled a groan, his eyes fighting to stay open and off of the black rippled fabric, there's no way she couldn't tell that her skirt was hugging her ass tightly. "i'm okay.", he had a slight whine to his tone, a huff of air leaving his throat as he moved his hands over his crotch, crossing them. "just a little thirsty is all.", the curtains over her sink window now becoming very... very interesting to him. His adams' apple bobbed, holding back saliva.

"tea's ready.", she knew something was happening, her eyes going down to his crossed hands, "you don't have to be nervous. I don't mind you being here.", it was almost cute how innocent she was. Leon also felt bad. How could he think of someone to cure like this. Imagining sliding that tight fabric over the plump of her- "Leon.", her voice broke his impure thoughts. "the sink really that interesting?", she crossed her arms, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a unconscious pout. "right, sorry.", his face flushed, an itch in the back of his esophagus starting up as his fingers brushed over the skin on his neck. "i zoned out there.", he explained it away.

"right...", she had a squinted look, her eyes tense as she watched him. Something- something wasn't right with him, she was sure, maybe it all amounted down to his nerves. Leon wasn't the most gracious in front of girls. She'd noticed then Jill spoke to him, his cheeks pink and eyes moving around anywhere but her. She'd found it cute at the time, but Leon was a grown man who, at least she assumed, wouldn't be that shy.

To anyone else, Leon was a nice man, he'd walk you to your car, help you with anything you asked him for. Give the shirt off his back. His eyes had picked up on her suspicions, he wasn't sure what she had made up in her mind about him, but he knew she was starting to act a bit different. A bit more cautious if he did say so himself. "i'm going to change, if that's okay?", she whispered, her eyes not leaving his. "that's fine. I'll just sit here and enjoy this tea you made.", lips curled back as his finger hooked the handle of the mug. it was cute, little cat motifs across the sides. "y-yeah-", her voice was airy, her hand wrapped around her midriff as she stepped back. "enjoy, i've got cookies in the cabinet too if you want any.", she offered, what a sweet girl.

As she walked into her bedroom, Leon leaned back, his back pressed deep into the couch cushion. His head tilted towards those 3 doors in the hallway. He didn't mean to be so nosey, but catching the purple bed spread and the open window from the closing door. He knew he had to be.

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xoxocoffees · 5 months

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Hey everyone!!! I just uploaded a new chapter to my first ever fanfic called PRETTY HURTS on the wattpad app!!! So far it's about 20 chapters long. It's a Erik Killmonger x Reader fic. Soooo please go show some luv and support babes!! Also I have some Original Cover art for the book aswell!! Let me know how yall like it!

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and-loth-cat · 1 year

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The life of a fanfic writer:

Me: Okay so I've planned out another scene for my fic, and I am literally so excited to write it and share it!!

Someone else: Cool, when can we expect to see it?

Me: In about 10 years when I finally get to that part in the story!

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wakewritewrath · 1 year

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Read this story and more on Wattpad @ WakeWriteWrath

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Ambrose after Patrick kisses him back (his head is currently bleeding heavily after falling down a flight of stairs)

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ivanklia · 7 months

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Just a map sketch

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life’s too short to be embarrassed to say “yolo” because I RUN A FUCKING TUMBLR, WATTPAD, AND TIKTOK ACC SO NOTHING IS EMBARRASSING ANYMORE so YOLOO

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Olivia Cooke wattpad cover ideas.

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swampstew · 14 days

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Captain_CumShot - Chapter 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat on the chaise lounge, plug your electronic device in so you can enjoy this multi-chapter, full blown smut story. The Captain is the snack and sadly, I have nothing to offer to soothe the yearning. As always, links to Wattpad and AO3 at the bottom. Enjoy, from your favorite loyal, cabin hoe♥

Summary: You treated yourself to a tier upgrade😘

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for adult audiences only.

Admin: Thanks for upgrading your subscription to Tier III! The Captain will want to thank you personally ~ drop your next available hour slot and we’ll set it up.

You: 10 PM

Admin: Talk to you soon ~

10:00 PM

Captain: Hey doll. I’ve seen your likes and comments around here for a while and I’m chuffed that you finally upgraded. What changed?

You: Truthfully, I challenged myself to save up so I can really treat myself when I felt I needed it. Especially after the last year and four months at work.

Captain:…

Captain: You waited ONE YEAR and FOUR MONTHS before you felt like you needed a break?

Captain: I’m flattered you’ve chosen me as your reward but gat damn girl. You need to treat yourself more often.

Captain: What the hell do you do for a job??

You: I’m an accountant at a small but valued firm, so we’re kind of just always busy! Especially at tax time which is ALMOST over. So I spoiled myself a few days early.

Captain: Congratulations ~ Do you work in a stuffy office with a buncha dorks?

You: Well I wouldn’t say dorks and it’s not a closet! I work in an office building with maybe less than 50 other people. I have a corner office so yay for small wins!

Captain: Aye that’s the least they can do fer’ya!

Captain: Do they make you dress business professional like you’re gonna meet the president every day or is it a normal place that lets you dress like a human being?

You: Haha, nothing so refined. Business casual for the most part, Fridays we can wear jeans, and sometimes during the seasons they’ll do a morale boosting themed clothes week thing.

Captain: 🤔

Captain: Does anyone enjoy that?

You: Some do, some don’t. The bosses buy a big lunch spread though so it’s not all bad.

Captain: Tell me, are the morale boosting bits mandatory?

You: You’re not required to dress up. They don’t technically say you have to be at the luncheon but they do have someone sweep the desks to make sure no one is still working. I think they legitimately think they’re providing a “break” for us but like, a paid lunch hour would be a thousand times better.

Captain: Bet.

Captain: You ever skipped it all together? Just said fuck it and hid on the roof to scroll on your phone and eat lunch?

You: Sometimes my car! We have a secure parking garage and its air conditioned so it’s quiet and not boiling hot.

Captain: Hooray for small victories.

Captain: Have you ever gotten uncomfortably turned on enough that you’ve escaped to your car to get relief?

You: 😳

You: Maybe once or twice. I’m always afraid of getting caught.

Captain: I’d make sure we wouldn’t.

Captain: See I personally fucking hate it when instead of just paying people more, employers make their people do a whole dog and pony show. Leave people alone!

Captain: This is literally a crime.

Captain: If you’d let me, I’d come and save you from those stupid lunches.

You: 🤔

You: I wouldn’t hate that!

You: Not sure you could pull it off though, you would garner a lot of attention just from standing, you’re just that attractive 👉👈🥺

Captain: Relax, I’m nothing if not professional. Want to hear my grand scheme that I cooked up, just now?

You: Oh go right ahead!

Captain: I’d start by doing research into your company and get the lunch reservation details of these luncheons. I would then pose as an employee dropping off the food order/doing set up and while everyone is gathering, I would linger a little, totally incognito, and slip out to find your office if you haven’t already entered the room.

Captain: Should I continue? I’m really proud of this scheme actually.

You: Please, I wonder how you plan to get away scot-free and not get me fired!

Captain: You’d not only get fired – you’d get off, repeatedly and it would be a seasonal thing cause I’d never get caught. I think it would be a professional bonus because then you’ll be so satisfied at work, you might even get a promotion or pay raise or some shit😏

You: This I gotta hear

Captain: Where was I?

Captain: Just kidding

Captain: I would then smuggle you to the parking garage under the guise that you’re my ‘job equipment’ or whatever, and then, I’d take you to your car. Ideally, I can convince you to get in the van I rented as part of my infiltration disguise so I can actually sit and stand without breaking my neck. The windows are blacked out, I keep anchors and blocks on the wheels to keep it stable, and then I rock your fucking world.

Captain: Still with me?

You: I am

Captain: You’re probably thinking, ‘but if you’re as beastly as I think you are, won’t I be screaming my brains out?’

You: I was!

Captain: As a professional content creator – amongst other trades – I know a thing or two about sound proofing. There’s always a gag if you’re into that.

You: I could be persuaded…

Captain: I have a lot of things I’d like to persuade you to do in there.

Captain: Do you normally participate in the themed clothes or do you keep it professional?

You: I don’t usually, not really my thing.

Captain: I see.

Captain: Back to my scheme ~

Captain: After I’ve successfully fooled everyone and have you in my clutches, I’d take you to my van where you can have a lunch break actually worth attending.

Captain: I would first take off my disguise and reveal that it was me all along! After you get over your initial surprise, I’d ask you what you’re hungry for.

You: Oh I get options?

Captain: Hell yeah doll. Your choices can range anywhere from a quick snack to a mega meal.

You: Do the options change too?

Captain: I don’t believe in constraints. Unless they’re kink-related.

Captain: I think since you’re the kind of doll that doesn’t splurge too much on ‘erself, I’d start you off with a ‘left no crumbs.’

Captain: What that entails is me, sitting you all pretty like on a seat cushion, starting ngwith something soft and sweet. Kisses up the arm, on the neck, slow, building up anticipation. I’d tease you over your clothes, petting your kitten until I feel your wetness through the fabric.

Captain: Pepper your body with kisses and bites to keep you on edge. When I have you down to just your undergarments, I’d sit you in my lap. Spread your thighs open. Start rubbing your pussy until you’re leaking all over my hand. I’ll let you have a quick orgasm, a small and sweet one. But don’t think we’re done.

Captain: I might take my pants off to feel you a bit better. Push you down on my hard-on as I wrap an arm around your waist to keep you still. I’ll use my free hand to play with your pussy again. Rubbing you, flicking you, lightly smacking you, rubbing your clit, finger fucking you. Rub my big dick against your trembling body to make you even more sensitive.

Captain: Since you only have an hour, I’ll make sure you look presentable before you go back to the office. Where you can spend the rest of the day sitting in the mess I’m going to leave. How does that make you feel?

You: I’m…speechless, in a good way…Shit that’s really hot. It makes me feel devious, a bit dirty, like I really want to do it.

Captain: Damn and I haven’t even finished telling you what’s included in your lunch?

You: 🤐

You: Please forgive me

Captain: I could never stay mad at you doll.

Captain: As I was saying ~

Captain: I can’t let you leave your break without feeling fully satisfied.

Captain: Before you go, I’d spend some time with you against the van wall. If you’re into it, I can use rope to help keep you standing. I encourage it, you’re gonna need it.

You: I’m into it, I’m into it 🤤

Captain: Heh. Freak.

Captain: I’d keep you still and propped up, putting your blouse on, keeping my lipstick stains and bites hidden underneath. I’d pull your panties and bottoms over your ankles, slide your soaked underwear up your thighs…

Captain: And give you dessert.

You: What am I having??!

Captain: Me.

Captain: I’d pull your panties up your thighs but not put them on entirely. Leaving them maybe a few inches from your twitching pussy. Then I’d finally let you see my cock.

Captain: Do you want to touch it?

You: Yesss🥺please let me touch.

Captain: Don’t worry you’ll be feeling it.

Captain: I’ll prod my cock against your clit, slide it up and down your puffy lips, maybe push in a little bit.

Captain: After I get it nice and wet with you, I’d stand in front of you and fuck your body. I won’t go in in, I’ll slide in between your desperate lips, make you clench over my cock with your needy pussy, I’ll hit your delicious ass cheeks, pull back out and rub against your clit until you’re crying.

You: Oh my fucking god.

Captain: I’m not done.

Captain: While I do this, I’ll rub my thumb down on your clit, and I won’t stop until you’ve cum over my cock, frustrated yet relieved.

Captain: But don’t be disappointed just yet because the next part is my favorite part.

Captain: As you’re coming down from your orgasm, I’ll finish myself off. Jerking myself in front of you and finishing right on your cunt.

You: 🥵

Captain: Yeah.

Captain: I’d milk my length to cover you, watching it drip from your vulva and trembling lips down to your underwear and thighs. Whatever falls further down I’d wipe with my thumb and make you lick it off.

Captain: Then I’ll pull your panties up nice and high, make sure they sit on your hips just right, don’t want any of me to spill out. For good measure, I might even rub your underwear against you some just to smear it in you some more.

Captain: I love cum play.

Captain: I’ll pull up your bottoms, wipe your tears, and send you away with a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass.

Captain: How does that sound doll?

You: I would fucking die!!! I want this so bad fuck why would you DO THAT TO ME?!?🥵🤤 FUCK! You’re so hot, all I want is to touch you and be touched by you😩

Captain: Are you touching yourself?

You: If I said yes?🥺

Captain: I’d say me too. Check out the photo gallery later, you’ll see the load I blew for ya😘

Captain: Glad to add you to my harem of Cabin Hoes. I’m not supposed to have favorites, but I think I’m gonna grow fond of you.

Captain: G’night doll. Thanks for subscribing😘

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rosemultitargaryen · 1 year

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The Maid

Warnings: Dub Con, degrading, edging, gagging, oral (fem receiving), teasing, spanking. (If i've missed any let me know.)

Word Count: 1.7 k

Summary: You're the new maid in the castle. One morning you are put on the bed changing duty and are ordered to Daemon's chambers...

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Maid!Fem!Reader.

You approach the chambers of the Prince Daemon; a bundle of sheets folded neatly within your arms, your hair slicked back into a semi-neat bun, wearing your respective maiden rags you had to borrow since you had forgotten yours at the cottage.

You nod and curtsey to the knights, seeing as they scan your figure. You weren't sure if they were doing it to protect the prince or out of sheer disrespect. They open the door and you enter with your head bowed and eyes to the floor. The bedroom light up enchantingly, the light peaking through the sheer curtains.

Once you had made sure Daemon wasn't present you began stripping the unclean sheets off the bed. You had noticed some fluid stains. Unaware of what they were, and frankly thankful you didn't, you discard them into the basket beside you. You begin to stretch out the freshly washed sheets across the mattress, struggling because of the size.

The door slams shut and you make sure to not act as if it scared you, keeping your eyes on the task ahead as you move slowly but swiftly to the other side of the bed. Moments later you feel the presence of someone behind you. Curious, you turn around and see Daemon towering over you. You gulp quietly and go to move out of his way.

Although, he held your hips and spun you around forcing your back against his front. You yelp in surprise and he trails his hands up and down your sides leaning down to whisper something in your ear.

"You're new." Daemon states, his voice low but loud enough for you to hear and shake at his tone.

You give a simple nod and go to move again, his grip is firmer this time as he holds you in place. The feeling of his hands on your hips sent chills of fear down your spine. You had only heard rumours and stories about how he treats women like you, vulnerable and voiceless. The air thickened with tension, the prince moving forward in order to press further into you.

"Your grace." You regret the words as soon as they dare leave your mouth. "What is it you want with me?" You plead for an answer, wishing for the moment to be over and done with.

"I want for you to silence yourself and take whatever i give you. If you scream..." he pauses, placing his thumb on your lips. "...then i will have your tongue." He adds and you close your eyes, mentally preparing for the assault ahead.

A smirk tugs at Daemon's parted lips, his thumb nudging yours. You open your mouth, taking his thumb and sucking. Your tongue swirls around it gently and you feel him falter behind you, a small groan leaving his lips. Daemon drags his wetted thumb down your chin, making sure to squeeze it.

Daemon reaches behind him, taking a decently made piece of fabric and placing it at your mouth. You keep your mouth closed, unsure of the fabric being placed there. Daemon squints his eyes, turning you to face him as he tries again. Once you fail to meet his command he raises his hand and slaps you across the face, you yelp and land backward on the bed. Your face reddens quickly, your eyes starting to swell with tears at the sudden action.

"Do not test me, whore." He snaps, the degrading name sending butterflies to your core. You're conflicted.

Daemon once again takes the fabric to your lips, this time you comply, pushing it past them and tying it tightly around your head. The fabric prevents you from speaking, acting as a gag. You close your eyes for a moment, opening them to see Daemon with some more fabric and rope. He signals for you to go to the head of the bed, you lay down and he is quick to adjust you to his liking. Daemon flips you onto your stomach, pushing your knees apart so your ass is high in the air.

Please let this be over with. You plead in your head.

Daemon takes the rope and ties your hands to the head bored, the stretch burning you.

"Now is it that hard to behave?" Daemon rhetorically asks and you whine, the makeshift gag muffling you.

The feeling of your rags being lifted up over your rear shocks you. Daemon takes time to admire your curves and soft skin, smoothing his rough hands over your cheeks before landing a harsh slap on one. You yelp and cry into the pillow, the burning sensation radiating throughout your body.

Daemon runs his pointer finger up your clothed slit, making you whimper in anticipation. You try to get away from his touch, clenching your thighs together. Daemon opens them, sliding down your cotton underwear and throwing it to the side. He moves under you, face to face with your sopping cunt. A chuckle escapes him, kissing your clit softly.

"Nngh." You groan and lower yourself onto his face. Daemon smirks and swirls his tongue around your entrance in a teasing manner.

His tongue flattens against your sodden lips. You crave for his tongue to tease you, to torture you, to listen to your filthy desires. Daemon prods at your entrance with his index finger. You attempt to lower yourself onto him more, his restraints preventing you from doing so. Daemon pushes his finger in, attaching his lips to your clit as he pumps slowly.

You pull against the restraints with need, trying to make him speed up the actions. Daemon smirks against your bundle of nerves, torturing you more. He adds another finger, the stretch of them making you want to scream. He begins to speed up, pumping his fingers faster all while sucking your clit more harshly than before.

Daemon continues pulling strangled moans from you, your core tightening as you're about to finish. He withdraws all pleasure from you, moving from beneath you and propping himself on his knees behind you.

"You will cum on my cock, whore." Daemon pronounced as he un sheathes his cock from the restraints.

He undoes your hair, making it more accessible for him to grab. Taking a fistful, he pulls your head back and teases you with the tip. You moan through the gag, pushing yourself back on him slightly. Daemon pushes every inch inside of you, stretching you out and filling you to the brim. Once he's satisfied with the few inches he managed to fit in your tight cunt, he worked slowly to become fully in you.

"You're so tight. Are you a virgin sweet girl?" He asks knowing full well you're unable to answer, smirking as he tugs your hair.

"Did you know it is rude to not answer when spoken to?" He states and you mumble against the gag, he takes it off you and you cough.

The taste of the fabric making your nose scrunch in disgust.

"Answer me." Daemon demands.

"Yes." You snap and he grins, snapping his hips into you.

Your mouth opens, pain taking over your senses. You can't comprehend the sheer size of the man as he snaps his hips into your cunt. His fingers stay intertwined in your hair as he proceeds to forcefully thrust into you, you feel him in your stomach due to the position he had put you in.

"Daemon, please i beg." You breathlessly pant as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.

You feel your core tighten, the sensation of butterflies making you feel ill. Your face is melted into the un-fluffed pillow as Daemon takes control in digging his fingers into your hips, sure to leave a mark in the morning...that is if you survive.

Daemon rests his forehead against the slope of your back, his thrusts faltering as his hips stutter. The sound of skin repeatedly connecting, moans and whines from the both of you, fill the room. You grip onto the rope, thankful he had removed the gags as you bite onto your bottom lip to muffle the screams.

"Cum." He demands and you give way; feeling your release coat his cock, your breath hitching, toes curling, back arching.

It isn't long before Daemon follows through, pumping repeatedly as he fills you with his release. You feel him fill you to the brim, his thrusts more unorganised and firm, fucking you through your intense orgasm. Pieces of hair stick to his forehead and neck, beads of sweat forming on his porcelain face and marble body. You too are in a sweaty state, gasping for air as you feel him rest within you. Daemon collapses and you huff quietly, his weight making it more heard to breathe.

"I need to change these sheets again." You manage to get out and he chuckles, kissing your back softly.

He pulls out of you very slowly, shocking you at his gentleness. You remember all the rumours and stories from the local whores, they never mentioned aftercare, they mentioned to at he was rough and quick...yet here you were being cared for after sex with the ferrel prince. Daemon is careful when dressing you in one of his dress shirts and some underwear. He leaves you in the restraints for a few minutes, you hear him leave and return later with a clean towel.

"The bath is ready." He speaks softly, carefully removing the restraints and lifting you.

"Are you able to walk?" Daemon questions with a raised brow.

You frown, nodding as you stand up on wobbly legs. You begin to walk to him, feeling your legs give way. Daemon is quick to grab you, holding you up by your right arm and dragging you to the washroom. He takes the clothes he had just put on you off, lifting you into the warm water.

"Wash yourself, i will be back in 2 hours." Daemon states and leaves...

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aneliwriter · 8 months

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Warnings/ cussing, toxic Miguel, dark Miguel, mafia Miguel, villain Miguel, dark romance!!

18 mature readers!!!

A chapter from my mafia Miguel O’Hara dark romance story

Full story on wattpad username- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors

"Didn't i said you should know me by now!" Miguel shouts and i flinch out of fright.

"M-Miguel, Please don't this, I beg you." I cry but i know it won't help me.

"You betrayed me Vanessa and i don't take betrayal very well." He said calmly.

He takes another step forward as i take one back.

I look behind me as i'm getting closer to edge.

"No." I shake my head, tears running down my face.

"Yes." He nods with a sinister smile.

"M-Miguel please, I-

"Don't!" He shouts again, raising his hands up in the air.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!"

"I didn't betray you!" I scream for my life.

His jaw ticks, As his knuckles turn white.

"Mientes." He snarls.

Translation- Lies

"No, I swear on my life." I breathe out through the tears.

He raises the gun and aims it at me.

"No Miguel!" I cry harder.

"Believe it or not Vanessa, Yo si te quería de verdad." He says with a straight face.

Translation- I really did love you

"Miguel." I whisper his name.

"I-

BANG

2 YEARS EARLIER,

"Vanessa, Please think this through, Mija." My Mother begs, as she follows behind me.

Translation- daughter

"There's no time, They're going to kill him." I say as i make my way to the door.

"This isn't a good idea, Do you know what you're about to do?" She sighed.

"Do you know WHO you're about to ask for help?" She says in disbelief.

Yes

I'm on my way to ask, no BEG my Father's rival for help.

The one and only... Miguel O'Hara.

Mexico's crime boss, the most lethal, dangerous, terrifying mafia man to have ever faced in this earth.

He took over for his Father at the age of 17, when his Father was brutally murdered.

Miguel believes it was my Father who killed him, after they had a fallout.

Since then Miguel has reigned hell with my Father, trying to take over our territories, his throne, his power.

EVERYTHING.

"Papi was friends with Miguel's Stepfather for a very long time, Yes they had a fallout but they looked out for one another, If i can just convince Miguel that Papi wasn't the one who killed him, then maybe he'll help us rescue him." I breathe out.

Miguel's stepfather raised him since he was an infant, he called him his son, to him he was his son.

He loved Miguel very much and when he died... Miguel also died that night and became this Monster that has everyone living in terror.

Miguel is very powerful because he also runs the Irish Mafia, due that Miguel's actual Father, Tyler Stone is the crime boss of his Irish organization.

He is a unstoppable force.

The Cortez family, who currently have my Father, kidnapped. Another family who in this world wants to move up and kill my Father, who is the last of the Old Dons, If he dies there will be a new line.. and that line starts with Miguel. If he FULLY takes over... Mexico will be in ruins... destroyed... We will always live in fear by the presence of Miguel.

"Ese Monstruo would never help your Father." She spits out.

Translation- That Monster

"But maybe he will help me." I sigh.

He has too, I can't lose My Father.. I won't.

"In exchange of what? Have you thought about what you're going to say when he asks what you have to offer him in exchange? That's how Miguel works Vanessa, He'll want something in return." She said sternly.

"I know." I take a deep breath as i open the door.

"I can't just stand and do nothing. Leo is not old enough to help him. He's 16, I'm the oldest, I'm not a son but i'll be dammed if i'll let anyone hurt us." I exhale.

"I need to do this, for you, for Leo... for Papi." I finish my statement with the door closing softly behind me, cutting off my Mother's cries, crying for me to come back.

"Y que tenemos aquí?" One of Miguel's guards licks his lips as he circles around me like a great white shark.

Translation- and what do we have here

"I'm here to see Miguel O'Hara." I try to sound confident.

I'm scared, really scared but i need to help my Father, I love him.

"He didn't call for any more prostitutes tonight?" He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not a prostitute." I groan internally.

"My name is Vanessa De la Cruz, I-

"De la Cruz? As in Hector De la Cruz?" His face hardens.

I gulp as i slowly nod.

My Father is not really wanted here, so I'm not really wanted here. I just hope i can get a chance to talk to Miguel before his guard shoots me.

"You have 3 seconds to-

"I need to talk to Miguel! I'm not leaving till i talk to him." I stand my ground.

He chuckles as he shakes his head.

"You have entered straight into the wolf's mouth.. What a shame, you seem like a good fuck." He whistles as if he was mourning a loss.

He aims his gun at me. "Ándale , Move." He motions his head for me to walk ahead of him.

Translation- move

I gulp as i walk in front of him, staring at the enormous mansion, I'm about to enter.

The wolf's den

I grunt as i get pushed inside by the guard.

"Miguel!" He shouts.

"He's busy." A guard leans over the stairs.

"Fuck." He curses.

"He's going to chop your pretty little head of for interrupting him with his Putá." He whispers close by my ear.

Translation- slut?

I'll take that chance

"Call him anyways." He sighs.

The guard upstairs chuckles and blesses himself before disappearing to go get Miguel.

I look down trying to tune out the moans and skin flapping that can be heard throughout the house.

"Aww don't tell me you're embarrassed, Princess." He snickers.

The noises stops and we hear the Guard knocking on the door.

"Qué Chingados quieres Güey!" Miguel shouts.

Translation- what the fuck do you want guy?

I get goosebumps to Miguel's scary voice.

"You're needed downstairs jefe, Rafa wants you."

Translation- boss

Miguel opens the door. "Rafa better be dying." His voice sounds stern.

I gulp as i hear him approaching.

My eyes widen when he comes to sight, Only wearing boxers, marching downstairs with a cold stone look.

"Rafa-

Miguel starts to shout but he lays eyes on me and he stops talking.

"A, De la Cruz? In my home? I don't believe this." He chuckles.

"Victoria right?" He smirks as he looks at me up and down.

"N-No, My name is Vanessa." I stutter.

"Hmm, I remember you, you were just a chiquita when i last saw you, I see puberty hit you." He smirks again, making the guard behind me snicker.

Translation- little one

"Cuando años tienes ya?" He checks me out from head to toe.

Translation- how old are you now?

"22." My voice shakes.

The last time he saw me, I was 5 and he was 15, now I'm 22, making him 32.

"Has it been 10 years already? Wow." He whistles.

I slowly nod.

"Well 10 years did you good, Estás pero Chula." He winks at me.

Translation- you are hot or cute

"Not that i'm not happy to have you here, Chula but what are you doing here? Your Father and i aren't exactly on great terms." He chuckles.

"He's been kidnapped by the Cortez Family." I say.

"I know, I heard." He said nonchalantly.

"We need your help." I take a step forward.

He stares at me for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"What?" He laughs.

"Miguel.. My Father didn't kill your dad-

"Stepdad." His face hardens to the mention of his late step- father.

"He didn't kill him, Even though they weren't on speaking terms in the end, they made a pact that they would never come after one another for the families sake."

"And my Father wouldn't have done that to you and your Mother." I say.

"How are you so sure Chula? Because that's what your Daddy told you?" He takes two steps forward.

"Hate to break the news to you, But he lied to you." He says but i shake my head no.

"It's the truth Miguel.. My Father doesn't lie." I say softly.

"Please you have to help me." I say desperately.

"Me? And why is that Chula?" He arches an eyebrow.

He takes another step close to me and we are now inches away from each other.

I hitch a breath to the close proximity.

Now i know why people fear him, Just standing right in front of him is scary.

"Why should I help you?" He says as he looks at me dead in the eyes.

"Our families were once cordial with each other." I say as i dare look into his eyes.

"Still doesn't explain why I should help you." He taunts with a smirk.

"You can have my heritance money, It also comes with the shares of the business, you can have 25 percent more in Alchemax, it's not half but it will be more than what you have now."

35% is better than 10 percent.

"Tempting.. I can't say no to Money.. It is my favorite thing to have.. well second favorite thing, Pussy is always a number one to have." He smiles.

He chuckles when he sees a blush crawls my face.

"Are you really that innocent?" He teases.

"I'll help you." He says and i sigh out of relieve.

"Than-

"But first you answer my question." He puts his hands behind his back.

"O-Okay." I nod.

"Your Father would catch you dead, if he knew you were here and i'm sure your Mother wasn't pleased. So my question is why did you come to me? You could have gone to Gonzalo who is actual friends with him but you didn't. You came to me."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Because you're more powerful, you're stronger and that's what i need to go up against The Cortez Family.. I need power to get my Father back and you have plenty of power." I say softly.

"Hmm, You're honest, I like that.. and you are correct.. I'm so fucking powerful." He gloats.

"Rafa.. Prepare some men, We're going to war with Cortez." He smiles.

"Simón." He nods before he walks away.

Translation- okay or gotcha

Miguel gives me a smile as we're alone for a moment but then a girl wrapped around in a bed sheet comes down the stairs.

"Miguel, Qué haces? You left me up there.. Who's this?" She mad dogs me.

Translation- what are you doing?

I look away nervously.

"I pay you to pleasure me not to ask dumb questions. Go get changed, You're done for the night." He hands money to her.

She takes it and gives me a dirty look.

"I bet you don't even swallow." She smirks as she walks back up stairs.

I drop my jaw as i didn't see that coming.

Miguel laughs at me. "Ignore her, She's just jealous, you're prettier." He walks past me to go change.

He stops halfway and decided to tease me more.

"Do you?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Do i what?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Do you swallow?" He deadpan.

My face flusters and i try to find words but i stutter, so i just look away, dreading.

"You're a virgin aren't you Vanessa?" He laughs.

I slowly nod, avoiding eye contact.

"He's going to be a lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles all the way to his room.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

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𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?

𝙸’𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚒’𝚖 23 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 fiancée. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜!

𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 4 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 3 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚍𝚘. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝.

𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑/𝚊𝚕𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 3 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘, 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚢. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜! 𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.

𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎! \/

𝙽𝚘𝚠! 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 & 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜’ 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 ‘𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜’ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.

also i make one shots for jjk and Leon!

𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍.𝚌𝚘!

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