#my knightly duties | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dworkism · 1 month ago

Text

knightly duties. ᯓ knight!katsuki bakugou.

beyond the walls of the kingdom, enemies lurked in the dark. hunters, assasins, faes. and it was katsuki's duty to protect the kingdom. protect the kingdom. not the enemy.

pairings: knight!katsuki b. x fae!reader

cw / notes : fem!reader, possible cursing, possible ooc.

➤ masterlist!

3,1k word count!

Way beyond hills and mountains, a kingdom stood. Busy and bustling, lively with all chatters that sang along with the birds. Children running around with cheers in their voices, shouts of haggling prices along the markets, and even carriages galloping about the streets.

All amongst that, melodies of swords clanging to each other, Katsuki stood by a wooden dummy, his brows collecting sweat as he grunted with every swing of his sword.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Run.

Run!!

Legs, don’t fail me now.

Your breaths caught by your throat. The wound in your stomach screamed for you to stop but you can’t. You mustn’t, not when a hunter is still by your tail, relentless. Branches crushed beneath your feet, prickling your step as you ran and ran. They’re still there. You can still smell the smoke from their cigarettes, the metal embellishments from their shoes clinking behind you, running. Faster, faster!

Cheeks wet and sticky from your tears, your throat felt slimy from keeping all your sobs quiet. Every step seemed to only make your injury feel worse and worse. Gods, hear me now…

“C’mon, pretty fae!!” They guffawed, their voices seemed a bit further. “Those wings of yours can be a real fortune to us!”

Another step, another one, you must keep up. Or else they will.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Katsuki had a soft grumble on his face, the chatters of his fellow knights echoing behind him, blending into the forest’s hum of leaves. He huffed.

This is a waste of my time. He thought.

What good was hunting down illegal poachers in broad daylight anyway? Those poachers probably had memorized the knights’ schedules of patrolling in the woods. He’ll find nothing, nothing at all except for critters and—

Crack!

He paused. Crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion, then he shrugged.

A mouse, perhaps.

The blonde knight’s armor rang softly as he walked again, his hand now perched lazily on the hilt of his sword as he glanced from side to side, scanning the forest.

But now his breath echoed. With every breath he took, the forest seemed to say the same. The chatters of his lads now had died behind him, leaving only him and the fallen leaves on the forest floors. Katsuki paused once more, his scowl stood strong on his face, brows stitched together as his eyes darted to the left and to the right.

Again. His breath echoed again.

No.

Someone—or something—is here, too.

Then his eyes snapped awake. Just now he realized; the branches are torn, leaves dragged to one direction, maroon blood drops scattered all over the trees, dragged there, or even a small splatter.

He slowed his breaths. Quieter.

Then he heard it. Your breaths.

Quick, panicked, pained.

Small whimpers of pain registered in his ears as he slowly walked closer, his hand gripping his sword tight.

With a swift motion, Katsuki’s legs stepped to the wounded creature’s side, his sword pulled up slightly as he eyed the figure that lay now on the ground.

Slowly, his face twisted to disgust. Almost as if reluctant, he spat. “Fae.”

The one beneath his chin now panted helplessly. Your arm stretched out to him, silently begging him to spare your life, with eyes wide in terror, while your other hand clutched your wound, your dried blood trickling down your trembling fingers.

“P-please, human, I—”

“Silence.” He spat, a hum of a sword slashed through the air as he pointed its eye to your chin. “Wicked creature.”

Your breath hitched, the faint buzz of headache already gnawing by the back of your head as you swallowed your spit. “I..I mean no harm…spare me, I beg of you,” you croaked, albeit barely.

“Nonsense.” Said Katsuki, scoffing with a bitter smirk on his face. “Your kind brings nothing but trouble.”

With a small sigh, you frowned at him, dropping your outstretched arm to your side as you shuffled yourself close to the tree, letting your back lean against it. Your breaths stayed heavy, and it continued to be heavier. Perhaps it’s from the running.

Or maybe you were dying.

The arrow stayed persistent there, lunged into your stomach and every little movement seemed to make the blade of its head slit deeper into your body. Your stomach feels hot from the blood rushing out, and your eyes are seeing twins of the human before you.

So you drifted your gaze away from his piercing eyes. Letting the sun gently caress your skin as you looked at the rays of warmth that fell between the leaves.

“If that…”

“If that is what you believe,” Your voice came thin, cracked. “Then please…make it quick.”

But he faltered.

Of course Katsuki had nothing but hatred for enemies of the kingdom. After eight years of trudging through the muddy floors of the knights’ barracks, his brain had memorized that awful song those knights always sing, his blood had echoed the slogan of the kingdom knights. All his life was taught to protect and to act fast,

to never show mercy to the enemies.

But most of all, Katsuki was never told to murder carelessly.

A voice in his heart told him to just kill you. Slash your neck and it’ll be the right thing. He’s a knight. He’d be praised for successfully killing a fae.

Yet he didn’t. His sword stayed still, perched by the end of your chin.

Screw this. He thought.

So he lowered his sword, the metal sang as he sheathed it back. Katsuki grunted as he looked away with shame in his eyes.

“You’re hurt.” He muttered, and you nodded.

“Yes. Yes I am,”

His eyes met your figure again.

“Are you…able to stand, or walk?”

You shook your head slowly, stopping as your vision blurred again. “No,” your voice said quietly. “My head… it spins when I try to,”

He huffed softly, then a groan escaped his lips as if he was asked to clean the horse stables.

“To hell with this..” Hissed Katsuki with a scowl.

His hand slowly slid under your knee, the other gently braced your back as he slowly rose to his feet, eyeing you down with those angry eyes.

“The watchtower is not a far walk from here.” He grumbled to you, “I’ll tend to your wounds there. But you must stay quiet. Understood?”

You froze for a moment—you have been since the moment he braced you up into his arms. It’s hard to say, should you be thankful? Should you be scared? He’s a human after all, must you trust him this easily?

So you stared at him for a moment as he spoke, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.

But then a small flash of sympathy and… something else passed by his eyes. And at that you smiled.

“Thank you, human.” Your smile bloomed, though it quivers.

“Just don’t make too much noise.” Katsuki’s steps slowly bounced you by his arms, “And it’s Katsuki. Not—human.”

The watchtower wasn’t far from the town—though still inside of the woods. It stood tall from the trees, with vines trying to catch up to it, reaching for the roof. The stone walls had grown green, some walls had holes to peek through. Katsuki placed you gently on the top floor, with fabrics lazily dropped to the floor for you to rest on.

Water softly dripped from the roof, spider webs lined the wooden frames, dust gathering by it.

“You’ll be safe here,” He said, hands already gripping a cloth tight to rip it. “As long as you don’t make a sound. Understand?” The cloth cried out as he tore it, carefully pressing it onto your wound. It earned a small whimper from you while you nodded.

“Forgive me,” He whispered, wrapping the cloth around your wound to tie it tight.

He looked at it for a moment before lifting his gaze back to your face, “If— and only if anyone does come here,” Katsuki raised his finger. “You scream. Loud as you can, make it sound like a witch… or something.”

Your lips curled to a small chuckle, half-lidded eyes searching for light to see his figure. “A witch?”

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “..And don’t go singin’ songs or—whatever you things do.”

“What if… I need to search for food?” You tilted your head, “I’ll need to go out, no?”

The knight’s lips stayed pursed as he furrowed his brows deeper. “I’ll bring you it.”

A small giggle was what you replied with before you slipped a small “Alright.”

With a small huff, he stood up. His armor clinked softly as he walked to the stairs once more, before he turned around. “And don’t complain.” He added before vanishing down the stairs, leaving the watchtower’s empty space to stretch wide with quietness.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

This is strange. Unlikely. He’s not usually this way.

Eijiro had seen it. The way his fellow knight had been looking into the shadows before he slipped a bread into his small satchel, how he’d slip out of the barracks in the dark of night, when he was always the one who insisted a strict schedule was important.

At first, Eijiro had only guessed the blonde had finally found a woman who would tolerate all his scowls.

But no.

Who—in their right mind—would go into the woods with the night not seeping any light but the moon’s? The villagers had always feared the woods, children taught to never go there once the sun had bid its goodbye.

And now—Katsuki.

A knight known for his sharp movements and eyes that darted faster than a train, is suddenly going there, at night? Alone?

“Something’s not addin’ up.” Eijiro muttered as he munched on his bread, his head fixed on the scowl-faced knight.

“The rations always get smaller when ya slack off, Eij.” Denki snickered, nudging Hanta for approval, earning a small chuckle from the ravenette. The redhead clicked his tongue, “It ain’t that.” He hissed in annoyance, turning his head to face the two in front of him. “Katsuki— he ain’t actin’ right.”

Denki waved his spoon to the air, drawing out his noise. “Man’s probably found himself a woman, Eij.” The knight smiled happily, gesturing to Katsuki. “Ah, young love..” He hummed, leaning himself to Hanta’s shoulder dramatically before he got pushed off with a mock whine from the taller one.

“Den’s right, Red. He’s a fine one after all,” Hanta shrugged, sipping his last spoonful of soup, stuffing the bread into his mouth along with it. “Women had lined up for him even since we were still squires.” He added.

That’s not it. Eijiro thought.

No, Katsuki’s all but silent about his love. He is all but suspicious. He’d seen him smitten. And this—this isn’t it.

Deciding it wasn’t something to drop, Eijiro now found himself cloaked, hiding by the kitchen wall as Katsuki seemed to slip something into his satchel—again. He slipped an apple inside, a bread, a single slice of pie, and even a small block of cheese he said he hated. With slow steps, Katsuki made his way out the barracks, clutching his satchel close to his hip while he made his way to the woods.

Eijiro wasn’t proud of himself, no. But he just had to know.

What if his best mate was being used? What if he was in trouble?

So he followed him out, his steps—he memorized it, at every five steps, Katsuki’s figure paused his steps, watching his back to see if anyone followed him, and Eijiro slipped past into the shadows quickly to escape his gaze.

A trail had even formed in the grass from Katsuki’s consistent steps and visits. He’d been taking the same route—over and over again.

Eijiro waited until Katsuki seemed to enter something before he followed him further into the woods.

That’s when he saw it.

The watchtower. Tall, looming way beyond him, vines as if swinging their hands, telling him to go back. And Eijiro had to gulp back his frown, forcing himself to calm down. The watchtower children had cried back to their parents, saying they saw ghosts inside, the watchtower that’s been abandoned for years, now had a faint hue of candlelight by its window from Katsuki’s lantern.

Thank the gods Katsuki’s hand didn’t pull the door far enough to close. Eijiro easily slipped inside, the leather bottoms of his shoes softly padded up the stairs, and his ears picked up small giggles of a woman, followed by Katsuki’s gentle—gentle voice replying something.

“Katsuki, you’ve brought too much.” You chided with a small chuckle, your finger carefully tore the bread apart. “Your friends might think you’ve grown greedy.”

Katsuki dismissed your statement with a scoff, “No, they do not know I come here.” He waved off.

As he peeked his head before the floor, Eijiro’s heart froze.

The faint glimmer of moonlight echoing from your wings, your ears reaching out further, your fanged smile.

A fae.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Had been keeping a fae.

Eijiro didn’t think. His sword slashed to your chin in the blink of an eye, even before Katsuki could hear his breath. “You traitor!!” He roared, his sword still on your neck as he looked Katsuki's way. “You—Unchivalrous bastard!!!”

“Eijiro put that down.” Katsuki commanded back, struggling to keep his voice leveled.

“No!!” Eijiro scowled. “How could you?! After—after what they did!!” His voice cracked with betrayal, an edge of disbelief lacing his face as he edged the sword closer to your neck, making your breath hitch.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His blade was still too close. But your eyes stayed wide, pleading at Katsuki to do something—anything.

“Eijiro she means no harm–”

“Bullshit! Katsuki you know better than this!!” He gritted his teeth, one arm stretched out to keep Katsuki away from him, the other still keeping the blade by your neck.

“Wake up, Katsuki!! These–... things are evil creatures!! Wicked!!—how are you—!”

“I found her helpless by the forest floor, Eijiro!! Dying!” Katsuki bit back, “I wasn’t leaving a life to die!”

The red one scoffed, barking a bitter laugh. “Well maybe you should have!!”

“Get away, this instant!!” Katsuki shouted, shoving Eijiro’s chest harshly to the side as he rushed to you. His scowl immediately softened to a small worried look as he lifted your chin, scanning your neck of any injuries. The hands that would tear a sword through a fae’s stomach—now gently brushed his thumb over a small graze on where the sword had laid before.

“Are you alright?” Gently, he asked, bringing your eyes to look at him once more. A faint nod was what you managed, your hands slowly gripped at his tunic. “Are you alright?” He repeated.

“Yes, Katsuki.” Your voice came out as a breath, nodding once more.

Eijiro’s lips quirked up in a scoff, his grin bitter with unacceptance. “You’ve been charmed. That’s what you are, Katsuki.” He mocked, swinging his sword as he pointed to the blonde. “Soft. Weak!” Spat Eijiro.

“I saw our own mentors killed by these things. Crops died because of em!” He continued, betrayal swam deep in his voice. “And now you choose to be protectin’ them?!”

Katsuki—once stayed silent, tending to you—slowly rose to his feet. His brows stitched together, his already sharp crimson eyes shot deeper.

“You think I didn’t see them kill my mentor, Red?” His voice was low, not with anger—some sort of threat lingered in his tone. “I’ve killed her kind. Burned their wings, some even I cut down to sell.” He pointed to your way, eyes still fixed to Eijiro while his steps slowly neared Eijiro’s form.

The sword kissed Katsuki’s chest, that was when he stopped. “I’m not bein’ weak, Red.”

“You weren’t there.”

“You weren’t there when I saw her bloodied up from being hunted down.”

His finger jabbed slowly to Eijiro’s chest. “You didn’t see her beg me to spare. Her. Life.”

Then he paused. A small breath.

“I’m a knight, Eijiro.” Katsuki pointed to himself, “A knight. Ya hear me? Not a killer.”

“When someone begs me to live, I’ll let them live.”

“Screw chivalry if all it means to it is to kill.” Turning his heel back to face you, Katsuki settled back to your side.

Slowly, Eijiro’s sword found its way back into its sheath. He scoffed. This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

…And yet he agrees.

“Fine.” Eijiro muttered reluctantly, “...Know that you are committing treason, Katsuki.” He threatened, earning a glare from the said knight.

“If being human is treason, so be it.” He said lowly, his hands busy wrapping a blanket over your shoulders, leaning to the side as he made sure not to damage your delicate wings. “Go then,”

“Go, if you wish to report.” Katsuki glanced at Eijiro, who still stood by the stairs, his hands still trembling upon the hilt of his sword.

With a small shuffle, Eijiro huffed as he turned away, descending down to the spiraling stairs.

Your eyes followed the redhead’s descending figure before it flicked back to Katsuki, whose face still scrunched into a scoff as he tore a cloth to change the one wrapping your stomach.

“He’ll report you, Katsuki.” You warned him quietly, watching as he gently wiped down the blood lingering by your skin. “You must go back,”

“No.” He denied, wrapping the cloth to your waist, “I don’t care. I’m not doin’ anything wrong.”

“Yes you are!” You stopped his hands, your palm gently tilting his face up. “Katsuki, I ask of you to be wiser here, I am an enemy of this kingdom.” You pleaded.

“Your oath—”

“I know my oath.” Katsuki tore his face away, continuing to tie the cloth tight to your healing wound. “My oath is to protect those who are weak.”

“Not to kill those that did not do wrong.”

A sigh flew past your lips in resignation, his hands finished his ministrations, wiping his hands to his pants as he sat back to take a look at you.

“...You should have just let me die that day,”

His eyes immediately found yours, sharp—angry.

“Quiet.” Katsuki growled. “Do not say things like that.”

You looked at him like a mother looking at her mud-covered child. So persistent, so driven. Not even for a reward, he did this just because.

“...I am not your friend, Katsuki.”

“S’not like I need any,” He bluntly said, standing up to his feet.

“Rest. I’ll be back with food tomorrow.” He mumbled quietly, as he started descending to the stairs with a small shuffle to his steps.

“Katsuki..?”

His steps paused, you earned a small grunt from him in response.

“Thank you,”

“...There’s nothing to thank for.”

dworkism | do not repost!

raaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhh i hate the ending but oh well.........................

taglist : @bloomness @deepinthegroves @insomniatears @coldnightshark @lilac-heartz @love-me-satoru

be a part of the tag list!

➤ masterlist!

#dworkism #divider by hyuneskkami #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sero hanta #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #fantasy au #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #ᯓ juno crafts!

163 notes · View notes

sugurusladyknightt · 4 months ago

Text

guardian angel! suguru

#i'm going to need my brain to shut up for a little bit so i can actually write smth instead of just producing ideass #but oh guardian angel!suguru would break so many rules for you #interfering were he shouldn't be but . he can't help himself #as your ga its his instinct. his duty . his purpose to care for you to nurture you to keep you safe and protected and happy #he just feels so much responsibility for you and your wellbeing .#suguru geto x reader #suguru geto #he would get rid of that prof for me #nae's knightly rambles ── .⟢

7 notes · View notes

restinslices · 11 months ago

Text

Believe Me

Gwayne Hightower X Female!Reader

Word Count: 2792

Summary: Gwayne bumps into an old flame and smut ensues (from his pov)

Content Warning: Smut (so minors dni), fingering, handjob, cheating, light hair pulling, light degrading and praising, vaginal sex, public sex (I hate this but we move on😭)

Gwayne Hightower was only human, and as a show of this, he had made plenty of mistakes in his lifetime. “It is not worth the stress to beat yourself over what could have been” he'd always remind himself. “What could've been if you chose the right card, woke up earlier, listened more, aimed a little to the left, ate breakfast…”.

The list went on and on because humans make mistakes all the time. He had vowed to himself that he would never stress over these mistakes. What good would it do? The mistake was already made.

That's the thought process he tried to keep as he made his way inside the Sept. He was not afraid of the gods deciding to punish him for the sins he was sure he had committed, or of the building crumbling down and burying him underneath. The current war going on wasn't even on his mind.

What was on his mind was a singular person. And as he got closer and closer to the room he knew they'd be in, the thick fog covering their face in his memories started to move to the side.

Further.

His steps began to falter when he finally saw them. When he finally saw you.

You were sitting on the bench, back to him, candles aplenty in front of you. Just as he thought about turning around and leaving, you took off your cloak and set it next to you, revealing the open back to your dress.

You were inviting him. Discarding your defenses and showing that you were open to being around him again. Or mayhaps he was delusional. Either way, he found himself sitting on the other side of you soon enough.

“Is that really a dress appropriate for the Sept?” he tried to joke with you as he lit a candle. If it was a different time, you would've lightly shoved him and said something like “oh fuck off” while laughing. Unfortunately, that time had been long forgotten.

You looked over at him at once, and he wondered if for a moment you thought all this was a dream. You looked him up and down, and must've realized this was all real. “Gwayne��” how could you say his name in such a delightful way?

The surprise from your eyes soon fell, and instead it filled with resentment. “Gwayne” you said more lifeless. “Anyone is welcome here. A common whore could come, wearing hardly any clothes and she'd be welcomed”.

“I'm sure common whores do lots of cumming”.

You simply rolled your eyes at him and looked in front of you. “A jest, dear friend-”

“We are not friends”.

He had known it, but fuck did it hurt to hear. It was said so coldly and cruel, like you wanted it to sting. It definitely had, though he wouldn't show it.

“We have not talked in some time” he said with his eyes still trained on you. How could you sit there and be so beautiful? Even with a scowl and pinched eyebrows, you looked marvelous. “When I heard my sister had summoned you here as well, I admit I was a bit surprised”.

“Why? Alicent is in need of a friend. And I am her friend”.

Well you really knew how to rub something in, didn't you? “I tried writing to you-”

“Years too late”

You snapped, eyes glancing over at him. Okay, mayhaps you were right. Mayhaps he should've wrote to you sooner, but he eventually did! That had to be worth something! “Why are you here?”.

“I thought anyone was allowed here”

“It is the gods you should be speaking to. Not I”

“It is not the gods I crave” he spoke honestly. You simply scoffed in return and looked away again, causing him to sigh. “I should have wrote to you sooner, but I did eventually. And I am here now-”

“To do your knightly duties” you said dismissively. “Not to speak with me”.

“I can do both!” his hand found your arm and he pulled you close to him, making your legs press against each other. He could hear how your breath hitched. He could see the way your chest rose and fell as a reaction to his touch.

His fingers inched closer to your chest. “What are you-” you began to say, but the words got caught in your throat when he wrapped his fingers around the long necklace that fell in the long V neck of your dress, right in between your breasts.

“You've kept this?”.

Years ago, Gwayne gifted you a necklace with a large green pendant, and while the chain was completely different, the pendant was still the same. “Did the chain break?”.

You shook your head. “No. My husband gave me a new chain. Said gold fit better”.

He frowned.

Your husband. Some boring guy with brown hair, brown eyes, patches in his beard and a voice that was far too high for a man. He had no real talents or skill, besides money and luck. That's how he landed you after all.

“It is best for both of us that you do your praying and then leave. I imagine I will not be ready to leave anytime soon”.

The moment his hand fell from your arm, he felt cold. He forced himself to look away from you and focus on the candle in front of him. So what was he to do now? Just let you go? Go off to war and accept that he'd likely never see you again? Accept you'd hate him forever?

“No” he answered himself out loud. “No. I am to just accept that your husband messed with a gift I gave you?”.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked in disbelief. “That is what you are focusing on? That your gift was ruined?” You scoffed again and rubbed your temples. “Selfish as always. Nevermind to ask how I feel or how I have been. No. It is just stupid jokes and being offended. Did my gift put a dent in your pocket? Here then!”. You unclipped the necklace, grabbed his hand and shoved the necklace on his palm. “Take it!”.

His chuckle afterwards was filled with bitterness. Here he was, trying to patch things up, and you kept making it difficult. “This resentment you hold towards me is ridiculous. I took too long to write to you after your marriage, but I'm here now. And this-” he set the necklace on the table. “This is a gift I gave to you”.

“My husband gives me plenty of gifts. I do not need anything from you”.

As if his gifts were anything special. Probably cheap and terrible material. You deserved more than that. You deserved more than some husband that probably couldn't even make you laugh the way Gwayne had.

“Husband this. Husband that. Does shoving him in my face excite you?”. Maybe he had no right to be angry, but he was anyway.

“I wouldn't be able to if you vied for my hand when you had the chance!” You snapped. For once, Gwayne had no response. No witty comeback or complaint. He just watched you as you realized what you said. You huffed, grabbed your cloak and got to your feet. “Good day Gwayne”.

You managed to make it a few feet away before he finally spoke. “I should have”. Regret had gnawed at him for years now. He let you slip away. Why? Because he wasn't sure he could be committed. Did he love you? Yes. Was he a young man that wasn't fond of becoming a husband and a father? Also yes.

“You have to understand,” he began as he rose to his feet. “Marriage was not something I wanted at the time”.

“And you think I did?” You asked in disbelief. “Marriage was not something I wanted either. It was forced upon me. Marriage terrified me, but I knew that if I was married to you, marriage wouldn't be that bad. You were my best friend and lover. And what did you do, Gwayne?”. He couldn't make the answer leave his lips. The words felt like they were stuck in his throat and refused to go anywhere. “You left me” you answered for him. “And once I was married, you avoided me. Then years later you decided you wanted to speak again. What were you too busy doing? Drinking and fucking whores?”.

That made him laugh. Drinking? Maybe a little. Fucking whores? It's not like he truly wanted to. It made time pass and got an orgasm out the way, but he didn't want painted whores. He wanted you to be under him. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his fingers. He wanted to hear his name pass your sweet lips over and over again until that was all he heard.

“I made mistakes-”

“Mistakes?!”

“I made terrible choices” he corrected. “Awful ones. But you and I both know that I have always wanted and will always want you”. Those words seem to catch you off guard, which he assumed because you didn't push him away when his hands found their way to your hips.

His face inched closer and closer to yours until your lips just barely brushed against each other. Unbeknownst to the both of you, your hearts beat as one in that moment. Both hearts erratic but somehow managing to be erratic together.

“I want you desperately. And I know you want me…”.

The remaining bit of space was broken and your lips finally met. Your lips responded to each other immediately and your arms wrapped around his neck. Finally… after so long you both were able to taste each other again.

Reality came crashing down faster than he wanted it to.

You shoved him away, making him stumble. You breathed heavily and wiped at your lips. “Won't change what happened” he said to your displeasure.

“You are selfish” you spoke through gritted teeth. “You are an asshole” you shoved him again. “And a liar” another shove.

Each insult you gave was followed by shove, and instead of feeling insulted, he felt something else.

Desire.

That desire is what led to him grabbing you, switching your positions and pushing you onto the table where no candles were.

Your expression was full of shock, but not disgust or fear. Good. He never wanted to frighten you. What frightened him a little bit though, was his growing erection. Something that made no sense since all you had done recently was insult him. Gods, he was way more desperate than he realized.

“Get all your insults out” he said as his thumb traced your lower lip, “tell me how much you hate me”.

A request you had no problem fulfilling.

“You are a vile man. Seducing a married woman in a Sept. Is there a line you're not willing to cross?”.

There it was. Just like that.

He began leaving open mouth kisses down your neck, eagerly awaiting what you'd say next.

“You are a defiler full of sin”

“I am, aren't I?”. He held you in place as he bit and sucked at a particular spot on your neck, and a small smirk formed on his face when he heard you moan in response. “It seems you enjoy my sins” he taunted.

“I hate you. No. I despise you. Even that word can't describe how I feel for you”.

Gwayne untied your dress strap and unbuttoned the buttons in the front, allowing him to free your breasts.

“I loathe you”.

“I'm sure” his words dripped in sarcasm. Loathe him yet you allow him to undress you. Loathe him, yet you allowed him to fondle your breasts, then lick and suck at one of your nipples. That's how your little game continued. You'd throw insults at him in between your gasps, and he'd lick and suck harder at each breast, showing them both proper attention. His erection pressed against his trousers, it becoming almost painful.

You lifted your leg up in response to him twisting your nipple, and your knee brushed right against his erection. He moaned around your breast before he even realized what had happened. His own eagerness being exposed only dawned on him when he felt your palm fully press against him.

Your other hand pulled his head back by his hair, causing a sharp but welcomed pain to burn at his roots. “I always knew you were pathetic Gwayne, but this?”, a soft breath slipped past his lips when you pressed harder against him. “You like when I insult you?”. He nodded. No point in lying. Still though, he didn't just wanna hand you all the power in your game.

He hiked the bottom of your dress up and kept eye contact with you as his fingers pushed your undergarments to the side and made contact with your soaked cunt for the first time tonight. He watched you try to keep a stone face, but you couldn't hide the sharp inhale you did. “Seems like you've enjoyed our little game too. What does that say about you?”.

“What does it say about you that you like being called pathetic?”.

Gwayne chuckled. He looked you over, watching as you tried not to react to his fingers sliding in between your folds. “You're marvelous…” he said almost as if in a dream.

You yanked on his hair again and pushed his trousers down, freeing his erection. “Is this when I say you're disgusting?” You taunted. Your hand wrapped around him and shamefully he almost came from that minor touch alone.

“If it pleases you”.

His middle and ring finger slowly but surely made their way inside you, all while he whispered praises in your ear.

“You're so pretty like this”

“You're taking my fingers so well”

“Open up for me. Just like that. Good girl”.

Your head fell on his shoulder and his fell on yours. The Sept filled with both of your noises as you both continued to pleasure each other with your hands. It was clear that that wouldn't be enough. The question was just who would bend first.

“I've got you” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss under your ear. You lifted your head off his shoulder to meet his eyes, and while there was still lust behind them, there was clearly something more.

Longing.

“Do you really?” You asked.

He answered at once, “yes. I swear to you on all the gods in every religion that I'm never leaving you again”.

You swiped at his hands and pulled him closer to you until his tip was lined up with your entrance. “And what about my husband?”.

Damn your husband. He'd cause an “accident” to happen if he had to. He wouldn't let a man like him keep him away from the one person who truly wanted in this whole world. “I will deal with your husband and I swear you will never be able to get rid of me. Do you believe me?”.

He asked his question as he began to push inside you. Your answer got stuck in your throat, so instead you nodded in response. Your nod wasn't enough for him, but he'd address that later. For now, he kept whispering encouraging words to you to soothe the stretching he knew you'd feel. He kept telling you that he had you, that you were okay, that you were safe with him and always would be.

When you finally seemed adjusted, he spoke again. “Do you believe me?”. You nodded. “Out loud”.

“I believe you”.

That was all he needed hear. Once he got confirmation, his lips found yours and he moved inside you. Was this an all around terrible idea? Absolutely. Was there a chance of getting caught? Yes. But neither of you could care less about that. How could that possibly be at the forefront of your minds when you were finally feeling each other in the way you both craved?

You both enjoyed each other, ultimately hitting your peaks while you were still connected, mouths swallowing each sound the other made, and foreheads pressed against each other so you could catch your breath.

His hands cupped your face and he pressed a softer kiss to your lips. Of course there was still that sexual desire there, but he wanted more than to just fuck and be rid of you. He wanted to hold you forever. He wanted to tell you about his tales of knighthood over dinner, and hold your hand as you went on walks in the garden.

“I swear-”

“I believe you”.

You believed him. That was all he needed.

For you to believe him and for you to give him another chance.

Bitch I hate this shit but I haven’t posted in awhile soooooo here we are😭😭. Also the way I forgot about that necklace-

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd smut #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #gwayne hightower #gwayne hightower smut #gwayne hightower x reader #gwayne x reader #gwayne x you #house of the dragon smut

642 notes · View notes

bwabys-scenarios · 2 years ago

Text

NSFW

He was your loyal, attentive knight. You had been childhood friends, ever since you saved him after sneaking out of the palace walls. Since then, he had been training so one day, he could take care of you.

At first, he saw you as what you were, the princess he was meant to serve. You were intelligent, beautiful, and most importantly you were kind. Your people loved you, and you loved them.

And you loved him too, a fact you would share daily throughout your childhoods. When he started training to be a knight at the young age of 10, you were always there to bandage him up and let him lay his head in your lap after a tough day. You were both children, but he clung to you like a child would his mother. He was often scolded by the maids and senior knights for his clingy behavior. You were the princess and he was getting too old to be staying so close.

He would be a teenager soon, which meant the days of childhood innocence and days of fun spent with his princess would be over. Once she turned 13, she wouldn’t be able to interact with any males besides her personal knight.

He worked his way up the chain, seeing you in secret when he could manage. You missed him, and as the years passed by his innocent, platonic love was starting to shift into something more… lustful. He caught himself staring when you bent over to pick up your fallen books, his eyes following your plump hips as you walked away.

No, he couldn’t see you that way. It was against his code of conduct, his knightly duty was to protect you and your innocence so that you could find a suitable husband one day and bear an heir to the throne.

But at knight, when he laid along in his chambers, he would stroke his hardened cock to the thought of filling you with his seed, claiming you both body and soul. It was a nasty, sinful thought he had to keep to himself, he knew that.

It was hard though, when you were just so tempting.

It took him 6 years to become your own personal knight. You were 19 years old now, marrying age. He held you to his chest as you sobbed at night with the knowledge that you would have to marry someone you didn’t love.

He tried his best to comfort you and push away his feelings of love and lust, but god did it get difficult when you begged him to help you escape. He should have refused and reported your urge to flee to the king… but he didn’t.

“I’ll help you escape, but… I need to ask you a question first.”

You nodded, clinging to him desperately as his hands ran over your hair. “My princess, you… cry as if you are already in love. Could I know the person who has won your heart?”

It hurt him to ask this, making his own heart wrench painfully. You nodded, sniffling slightly as you look up him through tear filled eyes, your cheeks warm. “Yes… it’s you. I love you, I have for years… being apart from you has been so hard… please, I don’t want to marry anyone else but y-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he had already pinned you down, his lips pressing into yours. That was all he needed to hear, he would be claiming you for his own now, and as soon as he was done he’d be stealing you away.

“Mine… my princess, my everything…”

He spent the night worshipping your body, making sure you knew just how much he truly loved you. He fucked into you, his finger rubbing soft, attentive circles into your needy clit. It didn’t take long for him to fill your womb with his seed, making you his and his alone for all eternity.

He had deflowered his princess, taking her virginity and her innocence, the exact opposite of what a knight was supposed to do, but he didn’t care anymore. You were his princess, yes, but you were also his first and only love.

And he would never let you go.

————————

||GOJO ||GETO || NANAMI ||CHOSO ||KURAPIKA ||LEORIO ||CHROLLO ||ARMIN ||EREN ||JEAN ||REINER ||RENGOKU ||GIYUU ||OBANAI ||SANEMI ||YOUR FAV ||

2K notes · View notes