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[cassie48]

✦•··········• 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 •···········•✦

𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

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You walked into the bar, the usual warmness and loud voices gone. Lou’s bar had always been one of your favourites, especially since it’s where you first met your insane, blonde boyfriend.

As you walked down to steps to the basement, the voices and heat was now back, and the stench of blood and sweat lingering with it. You scrunched your nose from it momentarily, before getting used to the smell.

You felt small as you walked past the men, many of them parting to let you past. They knew you, and more so, they knew what would happen if they were to harm you in any way. That would be easily done in such an environment. Tyler didn’t like you down here, but you didn’t like the house without him, so most nights you’d end up here. You’d always preferred yelling over silence, it showed some kind of life.

Once getting to the edge of the crowd you saw your boyfriend in the middle, tackling down a man, his muscles and abs sticking out to you. At first you hated seeing him fight, but over time you saw how much he loved it, how much passion he had for it, and so you’d gotten used to the sight.

The guy tapped out, making Tyler smile in victory, standing up, his nose dripping with blood, only a pair of jeans on. Though there was blood on his face, he could still make out you. Just as he went to walk over to you while people yelled victory for him, you felt a painful tug on your arm.

Your eyebrows scrunched together angrily, when you were now face to face with a glaring man. He looked like the rest, short hair, fit, angry. “What the hell Asshole?!” You’d said.

“No girls in here, get out” He demanded, glaring down at you, almost as though you were dirt on his shoes. You scoffed.

“Excuse me? I’ve been down here since this place started” you said, looking as though you’d stomp your foot at any second.

“Get out, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩” he seemed.

Now he’d done it.

If his choice of words wasn’t enough to piss you off, it had totally pissed Tyler off. The dirty blonde man was in front of you in the blink of an eye, tackling the man down to the ground.

Some men cheered, most just watched the scene, finding it overly entertaining. You sighed, yelling at Tyler to stop, knowing he was already hurt as it was.

But your words were futile, all you could do was watch and wait as your boyfriend spat words at the man before punching him at least five times before he stood, out of breath, seeming calm now, his anger taken out on the man.

The men around watched him, curious to see what he’d do now. He was like a God to them, a real role model.

However all Tyler did was walk over to you, embracing you in his arms, making you roll your eyes, but let him nontheless. “You didn’t have to do that”

“Why not? It was fun” was all he said before leaning down to kiss your neck, the action making you giggle slightly, your own arms wrapping around him.

“You know I’m never gonna let anyone, or anything hurt you baby” he whispered in your ear, and the words comforted you, as did his strong arms around you.

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[cassie48]

Cliff Booth x Reader (female)

𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃

Warnings: Sex, alcohol, age gap (though legal of course) bad language, unprotected sex, oral (fem)

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It was a day like no other. You were laying on your stomach, on the cold tile floor, watching the television. It was one of the newest models available, thanks to your older brother Rick Dalton.

Your parents didn’t make much of an effort with you, so when possible you’d come out to stay with Rick. You were now 21, free of your parents and out in your brothers big LA house for the summer.

You didn’t mind one bit that you were stuck here. You had unlimited food, alcohol, money to buy things with, oh yeah, and Cliff booth.

The man was like walking porn. He’d been working with your brother for years now, but you didn’t now him very well until about two months ago.

Though your friendship like acquaintance didn’t last all that long. Both of you clearly being attracted to each other, and Rick being gone during the day while Cliff fixed things around the house had left to one thing. Sex, sex and sex.

So here you were, slightly bored, sipping your iced margarita as you watched a show from the late fifties on the television.

You turned your head to the door when you heard the usual creak signalling it was being opened. Though your heart began to race when you were met with the sight of Cliff.

He sighed, taking off his glasses and wiping his forehead from the Los Angeles heat. “Hey princess” he spoke in his country accent.

“Hey” you smiled, looking up at him from where you were layed down on your stomach on the floor. It was your favourite spot when you got too warm. The tiles cooled you down quickly.

“Rick gone filming for the day?” You asked him, your eyes wide as you stared at the man. He was wearing a shirt, only buttoned on three buttons, and his signature boots and jeans. A typical outfit for the late 60s.

“He sure is, I’m going to fix that antenna on your roof now if that’s all good with you” He asked, a half smirk resting lazily on his face.

You just smirked up at him, your bare feet crossing against each other “No, I don’t mind” You spoke sweetly.

He looked you up and down, knowing damn well you were teasing him “Well alright then” he nodded before heading outside.

You huffed, already missing his presence, left with a feeling of need in your lower body. You eventually got up, your white micro mini dress barely hiding anything, but hey, it was the 60s, so you got away with wearing it.

You grabbed a beer from the fridge, humming a tune to yourself as you walked outside, opening Ricks sliding doors to the pool, walking along it until you saw Cliff nearby the tool shed.

“I brought you a beer, it’s mighty hot out here today” you spoke, handing him the beer which he took gratefully with no complaints.

“Thank you sweetheart” he said before shamelessly checking you out, your short little dress leaving little to the imagination.

“Cliff booth are you checking me out?” You asked in a teasing voice, though making no effort to try and conceal yourself.

“Me? Do such a thing? Never” he smirked, stepping closer to you, so much so that your noses were almost touching.

“My apologies then” your country accent deeply evident as you spoke teasingly to the older man.

With no other words he leaned down connecting the minimal amount of space left between the two of you. One of his hands went behind your neck, tangling in your hair. While the other rested on your lower back, so low the bottom of it was touching your ass.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your arms circling around his neck as his tongue slid into your mouth, his other hand moving to your ass as well as he slowly backed you into the shed.

While the kissing continued and his hands began to wander you sighed, as he kissed down your neck “You plan on doing me in a shed Cliff?” You asked, you’d always been a bit of a brat.

“You got a better idea? And what would we say if for some reason Rick got home early and found me screwing you on his couch, better yet his bed?” He questioned while kissing you on the lips again, them now swollen.

“It’ll do I suppose, though these shelves aren’t exactly comfy” You complained as he sat you on one, his hands removing your underwear as you complained to him.

“My deepest apologies” He smirked before diving his head between your legs which now had no barrier to your sex. His tongue working magic making you squeal and moan loudly for all nearby to hear.

Your legs spread for him, a hand coming to rest on his messy blonde hair as he slipped his tongue in and out of your pussy “Apology excepted” You sighed in pleasure.

Cliff said something else, probably teasing you, though his words were muffled and only sent vibrations through you, intensifying the pleasure even more, making you arch your back, pressing yourself into his face even more.

One of your hands gripped the shelf as he continued his work, one of his hands resting on your thigh, your legs resting on his shoulders. You began squirming when you felt your orgasm begin to build up. However before you could reach it he pulled away.

As you began to give out to him, complaining like you always did he just hoisted your dress up “Yeah, yeah, quit your complaining” He spoke in a raspy voice as his hands pulled you closer by your waist.

“I never complain” You spoke, watching him as he unbuckled his jeans. He laughed when you said that, looking back up at you.

“That’s bout the funniest thing I’ve heard all well” He said, making you pout at him, not intentionally so.

“You’re being mean” you said in a pissy tone, only making his smirk widen. He then entered you with no warning making you grasp onto him tightly from the sensation.

You moaned, feeling him rock his body against yours, your arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed down your own, making you mewl like an animal.

Your hips rolled against his, and as you both fucked in the shed things fell off the shelf he had sat you own, not that you cared or really noticed. As well as the wood creaking.

You felt the familiar pressure build up again in your lower tummy making you squirm. You unintentionally pulled him closer to you, and he connected your lips into a heated kiss. You moaned into it, he’d always made you feel good. The other two boys you’d been with before never compared.

Just then you came, shuddering from the pleasure, which only worsened when you felt him come inside you. Though feeling very forbidden and dangerous, perhaps that’s what turned you on.

As you both breathed heavily he sighed, placing a now softer kiss on your forehead as your eyes eventually opened. “Feeling less bratty?” He asked her.

“I was until you said that” you said with a playful glare as he lifted you easily off the shelf, pulling your dress back down.

“Sorry to hear that” he said, as he wiped the dust off your upper thighs, trying to hide all evidence, and boy would he never hear the end of it if he got her dress dirty.

“Guess I better leave you to your work, stunt man” you said eventually stepping forward to go but he captured you in his arms before you escaped.

He connected your lips for the last time, a softer and more genuine one, you melted into it, placing a hand on his chest. When you pulled away you were smiling, and you picked up the beer he had out of the shelf.

“Here, stay hydrated Cliff” you smirked before walking out while he mumbled something under his breath with a smirk.

Oh how you just adored him sometimes.

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Falling in love with Charlie Dalton

You were Neil’s twin sister. You grew up with Charlie so it was hard not to be close with him. He was always quite outspoken and robust, and for a long time that bothered you, and you did your best to stay away from him, but he’d follow you around like a lost puppy.

It wasn’t until your father had bribed mr Nolan into letting you attend Welton academy that you actually allowed Charlie to speak with you. To your surprise, when someone actually listened to Charlie, and didn’t just expect him to come out with a joke, the boy had a lot of sentimental thoughts.

He was kind, a genuine person that you hadn’t seen before attending the boarding school. Your brother had seen right through Charlie when you two first met, and had tried making him stay away from you, but when he saw you two at Welton he realised his efforts were futile.

When Mr keating came to teach a year after you had joined, you had come to realise that not all teachers were miserable and unbearable. The man had love what for what he taught, and he passed it on to his whole class. That was where people had began to see the real Charlie.

Neil first realised Charlie was serious about wanting you when he wrote a poem about you, and read it out to the whole class. Mr keating had asked you all to write a poem about something that matters to you greatly. You had blushed through the entire thing, but it did mean a lot of you, Charlie was allowing himself to be teased by all his friends, if it meant you’d give him a chance.

You gained a lot of respect for him that day.

Later that same evening you were walking at the docks near the school, just after feeding some ducks. The sun was beginning to set and so you began to make your way back. You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to face Charlie.

“Well, what are you doing here” ?You said with a smile, you were happy to see the boy, you couldn’t deny it, no matter how much you wanted to.

“I’m here to see you” Charlie spoke, both his voice and face holding seriousness, one that you didn’t get off of him a lot.

You had seemed to miss the serious tone and laughed “Is that so, well-“

“Y/N I can’t take it anymore, every inch of my body and soul is attached to you. You control my dreams, my thoughts, everything about me seems to belong to you. So I’m begging you to give me a chance, please, after all these years you must know how much you mean to me” Charlie spoke, a lot of defeat and longing on his face.

You stood still with no expression for a minute. Any of the words that had just left Charlie’s mouth were a shock to you, and to him as well.

When you didn’t say anything, Charlie sighed, thinking you were denying him. He turned but at soon as he did you caught his arm, he turned immediately.

“Alright” You said.

“Alright? Well….alright what exactly?” Charlie asked searching your eyes for an answer.

“Alright, I’ll give you a chance” You said, giving him a small smile.

He was shocked for a second, trying to speak but his words coming out in a mumble.

You just laughed for a moment, rolling your eyes “You’re such a fool sometimes” You joked before leaning down to kiss his lips softly, to make him shut up.

He was too shocked to kiss you back for a second, but soon he did. He melted into it. It was a soft and gentle kiss, slow and meaningful. When you pulled away you had a smile on your face.

“Now, aren’t you gonna escort me back to the dorms?” You asked and he quickly took your hand practically pulling you excitedly.

“Calm down!” You laughed, as the two of you began running back, you hoping mr Nolan worked be there to scold you for being out so close to night.

But you wouldn’t care. Nothing could ruin the high you were on right now.

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“I was unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with him”

[cassie48]

Mistaken

Achilles x wife reader

Warnings; blood, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, mentions of slavery, reader gets hurt.

You’re Achilles wife, someone who was not to be touched or hurt, everyone at camp knew that, or so you thought..

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It was a usual day in Phthia, other than the men having pounding headaches from last nights activities. The army had conquered more land, adding to their growing collection. Due to this they had all engaged in large amounts of drinking, and the slave girls had been put to use all night.

The thought had often made you feel ill. You had always asked the Gods in your prayers how you had been so lucky, and those poor girls were left to suffer and undergo unimaginable amounts of pain. It just wasn’t right.

You were walking through the camp, a tired expression on your face, as Achilles as well, had wanted to celebrate his victory, with you. He was among only a few men here that were married, and most likely the only one who didn’t find pleasure in any other woman.

You were lucky to have met him. Your father had been one of the soldiers who trained him. High enough ranked that you were protected from men while growing up. But no one could keep you and Achilles apart. You two felt like soulmates, you felt as though life was only worth it when you were together.

As you walked through the sandy camp you couldn’t help but smile at the soldiers you know well, ones that were like brothers to your husband. Achilles was more respected than the king by his soldiers. The men tried their best to hide their hangover by smiling back.

You walked over to the nearby river, a basin in your hand as you knelt to the hard sandy floor, your light blue gown cascading down you as you did, capturing the water as it flowed through the windy river. You were lucky to have water so close, only a few minutes from camp.

It wasn’t until you stood that you spotted the man, he was so close that you had almost stumbled back into the river behind you. You gasped quietly in shock from his presence.

The man was looking at you with hunger in his eyes, his expression telling you he had not yet recovered from the wine they had been drinking last night, as he smirked his gaze gave away that he was still drunk.

“My, you frightened me” You said, swallowing as your heart raced from fear and uncertainty, as the man continued to rake his eyes along your figure.

“What are you doing away from camp” The man practically growled, making you fur your brows, confusion in your eyes. You had always gone to retrieve water in the mornings, even when Achilles was busy with the king you still had your freedom.

“Whatever do you mean, I’m here for water” You said, holding the basin up so the man could see it. The man just slapped the basin out of your hands, the water falling out of it, some ending up back into the river.

Your brows raised from his action, anger now replacing your confusion, the man’s rude action leaving you frustrated. “Excuse me you-“

Your words were quickly cut off as the man trapped you by your neck, leaving you with little to no air. “Quiet girl, you’ll give me a headache. You must know slaves aren’t permitted to leave camp at any time” He barked.

As you tried to speak to tell him that you were absolutely no slave girl, he only gripped your throat harder, beginning to pull you back “I think I’ll put you to use now” The man smirked.

However the man’s hand was quickly removed from your throat leaving you on your knees on the ground, coughing from the pain. When you could eventually lift your head up again you saw your husband now beside the man.

You had never seen such an angered look in Achilles expression, and you had seen him in battle. No, this look was something different entirely.

Your husband quickly swept the drunk soldiers leg, leaving him on the ground, growing from the impact on his head.

“Who gave you permission to lay your hands on her?” Achilles demeaned as he put a hand around the man’s neck, just like he had done to you not a minute ago.

The man tried to pull words together, shocked from seeing the armies leader above him with a knife. As his words came out in a mumble Achilles ran out of patience.

“Are you hurt, my love” He asked in a concerned voice as he cupped your cheeks looking you up and down for injury.

“I…I am well. I just, got a fright” You answered, slowly and quietly, the entire scene making you feel dizzy and hazed.

Achilles nodded, brushing a hand down your silky hair, sighing softly, leaning down to give your lips a gentle kiss.

The action calmed you down instantly, making your full attention now land on your husband. You nodded to his words as he placed on arm on your back, leading you away from the scene, not before looking back one more time at the dead soldier.

Nobody touched his wife

A/N

So…I’m back!

[cassie48]

She’s literally an angel.

SIMONE ASHLEY for Vogue

[cassie48]

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 (1984)

[cassie48]

Imagine…

Michael Corleone x fem reader

The godfather 1

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Imagine..

Meeting Michael Corleone in your hometown in Sicily, while he was hiding from the mafia. He hadn’t planned on trying to meet any women here..but when he saw you, everything changed.

You had been walking out of mass with your younger cousin, holding her smaller hand in your own, turning to take the short cut home, that’s when you saw him. And by God, had he seen you too.

His face held one of shock and admiration as he stared at you, and you stared at him. He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and you were the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.

When he finally convinced your father to allow him to start courting you, he’d take you on walks, both of you trying to walk as far away as your chaperones as possible.

One time you had even fallen, as you were both running away, laughing as he dragged your arm. You had cut your small hand, not that it hurt much, but you remembered Michael pressing a soft kiss to the back of it anyway.

He would brush off any questions of what he did back in New York, and when you’d ask what his job was he’d simply answer “I work for the family business”

You remember the night he proposed. It had all happened so quick, not that you were complaining. Within weeks you were engaged to him. You loved him, in ways you weren’t aware a woman loved a man until you met him.

The day of the wedding you walked into the quiet village, dancing around the sitting circle of guests. You hadn’t known how to dance, and so he tried his best to teach you, which ended up in lots of laughter and teasing.

Most importantly, you remember your wedding night. The way he touched you, made you feel, taught you things you didn’t know, but most of all, the way he looked at you.

He looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment, like you were a delicate angel, and you were all his.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, when you’d wake up with him every morning, and eat breakfast together, and he’d kiss your cheek before going to meet with Don Tommassino.

The best however was the day he told you he wasn’t going back to New York, that he was going to stay in Sicily, so you could be with your family, the two of you there, together and always.

[cassie48]

how i feel when i get 4 notes on a post

[cassie48]

Rest in peace liam💔

[cassie48]

i love you, i'm sorry

pairing ; Conrad fisher x female reader

description ; You loved Conrad, you always had. Conrad had only ever loved you, or so you thought...

warnings ; angst,verbal fighting, kissing, crying, cheating

Being the twin sister of Belly was hard at the summer house, It was like everyone favoured her over you, but would never admit to it. The only person that never seemed to favour you over her was Conrad.

Conrad was the typical first crush kinda guy. He was smart, a little older and totally gorgeous. You and him had always been close, two pees in a pod. However it seemed he had finally begun to see you the way you had seen him for years, more than a friend.

Secret kisses and touches in your Sophmore summer have led to the two of you starting a relationship. In the beginning it was lovely, he had treated you like the only girl in the world, you finally, felt like more than Bellys sister.

That was until you walked in on them kissing a year later.

you'll never forget the sickening feeling it gave you. You had even threw up that night from all the crying. You refused to speak to either of them for two weeks.

Conrad kissing Belly was the worst thing anyone had ever done to you, and you had gone through a lot of shit in your life. It was so cruel, because you had confided in him about how you always felt second to Belly, and he had listened, he had even comforted you.

"You'll always be first for me" he had said as he hugged you.

Although you had avoided the two of them like the plague, which was hard considering you lived in the same house as Belly, Conrad had caught you unexpectedly.

You had only ran to open the door because you assumed it was your package, you had jumped off the couch as soon as you heard the loud bell buzzing.

However your excited smile soon fell from your face when you saw Conrad. He looked so guilty, his face drained of colour, and he looked exhausted which made you glad, because you hadn't either.

"What are you doing here?" You said with a glare.

"I want to talk to you about..what happened" He declared.

You watched as he began speaking, presumably about the cheating incident, but you hadn't listened. Instead you watched him. He swung his arms around as he spoke, he had always used his hands while explaining something, it almost made you laugh. But you didnt.

"You cheated" You said staring at him.

He stared. He just stared for what felt like an hour, until he spoke again.

"I love you, i'm sorry" He whispered.

He looked so defeated, because he knew he had been. He knew you'd never ever take him back after what he had done. Especially since it had been with Belly.

"You cheated" You whispered back, repeating your previous words,

With that you shut the door on his devastated face. It felt so good. That was until he walked away, and you stood alone in the house.

As you fell on the couch crying your eyes out you had come to a terrifying realisation.

You were all alone again.

[cassie48]

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙩 2

Masterlist part one

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴛᴡɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ break

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ᴛᴡɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ, ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ, ᴋɪssɪɴɢ.

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When your mother had tasked you and Jacaerys with researching about your bloodline, you were excited. You were eager to know more about your family.

However once you and your brother began the task it became more boring and frustrating than anything else. You had read through countless books, but you found no possible candidates.

Sighing, you turned the page of the book you were reading. This caught the attention of Jacaerys who looked at you with a questioning look on his face.

“Bored, sister?” He teased, knowing you were insanely bored. He was too. He offered to help you when your mother requested you do it. He didn’t want to leave you with the job alone.

You nodded, hugging as yet again nothing was of use from the book you read. You slammed it shut with frustration evident in your features.

Jacaerys smirked at your actions, closing his own book in a less dramatic way. You lay your head in your hands on the table, closing your eyes.

You only smiled again when you felt your twin brother place his hand on your thigh. You lifted your head up to look at him once more.

“There’s nothing in these books jace! It’s so..” you trailed off trying to find the right words for how you were feeling at this moment.

“Frustrating?” He said knowing the word you were looking for. You nodded sighing as you looked at him with tired eyes.

“Perhaps you just need a distraction for a while sister” Jacaerys smirked, moving slightly closer to you on the large bench you both sat on.

Sighing again and looking down at the table you said “And what do you recommend I do, brother?”

At your question Jacaerys smirked, placing his hands on either side of your waist “I could think of a few things” he said.

Before you could question him again he had lifted you up, sitting you down on the edge on the table, making you laugh at his actions.

“Brother, what are you up to?” You asked with a confused face as he only smirked at your words, shoving the bench out of the way.

Before you could say anything else, Jacaerys began to trail his hands up your skirt, pushing your dress out of the way.

Your eyes widened and your brows furred “Jace not here! Anyone could walk in!” You whisper-yelled at him.

This only egged him on further “Let them” he said, and with that he had finally made contact with his mouth on your bare pussy.

Your back arched, gripping either side of the table as your brother began lapping his tongue at your folds.

“Oh gods jace!” You yelled as he held your waist to keep you in place, his tongue continuing to devour your folds.

As you began moaning his name, it only made him quicken his movements, and your hand went to his head, gripping his dark curls with your hand as you cried his name.

“Feels so good” you moaned, struggling to get any words out at all as your brother pleased you. After a few more minutes of him eating you out, your grip on his head tightened, your body tensing up.

“That’s right, cum for me sweet sister” Jacaerys told you, grinning your hips tightly as you came on his mouth, a moaning mess.

Once you had calmed down from your orgasm, he pulled the bench back, sitting on it before pulling you back down to sit on his lap.

He smirked at your exhausted face, brushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

He pulled back, and you lay your head on his shoulder.“Feeling a little less frustrated dear sister?”

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“I was a good ballerina”

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Send it to me Rachel 🙏

[cassie48]

Hello, I love your writing. May i request more Paul and Hal content if possible. 🥺🫶🏼 I’m a sucker for them with pregnant readers 😅

Of course, thank you for requesting

Love of a messiah

Paul atreides x pregnant!fem!reader

Masterlist

You sat on top of a dune, looking into the distance. Pieces of Sietch Tabr still lying around from the attack. The sunset was gleaming on your skin.

“My love?” Paul called from behind.

You turned and watched as he sat on your right. You leaned against his side. The tears fell silently from your eyes.

Paul noticed this and wiped them away, kissing your head. “It’s alright” he whispered.

But it wasn’t. Hundreds were dead, your friends were dead. “It not” you cried.

Paul sighed, his arm wrapped around you. He looked down at your round bump that was visible in your long flowy red dress, he placed his hand on it, making you sigh and lean your head on his shoulder tiredly.

“'ana qaliqat ealaa tiflina, 'ana khayifat ealayh” you cried as he held you tightly in his arms. I worry for our baby, I’m scared for it.

You and Paul were special, the fremen saw you two as their saviours, more specifically Paul, but they looked at you as their queen, the one that their messiah loved so dearly. You and Paul picked up the Fremen language extremely quickly, as though it was your own, because of this you two often spoke in Chakobsa.

Paul looked down at you, cupping your cheek gently before saying “iidha tajaraa 'ayu shakhs ealaa lmsk 'aw lams tflki, sa'aqtuluh” and kissing your forehead tenderly. If anyone dared touch you or our child, I would kill them.

You said nothing else, continuing to look at the scene before you, as you cried again, reality now completely setting in “Come on love, it’s not good for you or the baby to be looking at something like this” he said

He helped you down the dune carefully, making sure to hold you cautiously as you walked down. You went back to your tent, crying some more before eventually drifting into a sleep once more.

A few hours later you woke, looking outside your tent for Paul, but he was nowhere to be seen “'ayn hu zawji?” You asked a nearby man. Where is my husband.

The man looked at you with worry “yajib ealayk 'an tastarihi ya siidti, famasihuna mawjud fi sitsh tabir limusaeadatana.” He said hoping you would go back asleep, as Paul had instructed him to watch you as you did. You should rest, my lady, our messiah is in sietch tabr helping us.

You sighed, close to crying from exhaustion and annoyance. “'urid 'an 'arah” you said your voice shaking slightly. I want to see him.

The man’s eyes widened, praying internally that you wouldn’t get upset, knowing he would be murdered if you did, and not metaphorically.

“hasanan hasanan” he told you, in a pleading town that told you he was trying to get you to stay calm, so you did. Ok, ok.

The man led you to the entrance of Sietch tabr, you looked around the temple you had recently began to call home, and no it was ruined.

You walked into a room, seeing Chani and and injured Stilgar inside, as well as Paul who was helping the injured Fremen. You watched as Paul argued with Stilgar about not wanting to go to the south, their bickering went on for a minute or so until you spoke.

“Paul?” Your voice asked making him look in your direction immediately, standing up, making a bee line to you. Once he reached you he cupped your cheeks with both hands “What are you doing here my love?” He asked shocked to see you here.

“You left me” you said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, you haven’t been sleeping well lately, so I thought you needed rest” Paul said kissing your temple.

You only hummed, leaning into his hold your eyes closing momentarily. Paul lifted your head up by placing his hand under your chin. “man 'ataa bik 'iilaa huna” he asked sternly. Who brought you here?

“The man near our tent” you muttered back, playing with one of his hands nervously, not for you, but for the man. “I begged him, he asked me not to, do not scare him” you pleaded, making Paul looks down at you for a moment before saying “fine”

He led you out of sietch Tabr, not wanting you to see all the dead peope, knowing it would of course, make you upset.

The two of you were outside of the temple now, Paul was looking at the blown up building, anger evident in his eyes.

“We must go to the south” Chani said walking behind the two with more Fremen following her.

“No” Paul replied, making you turn your head and look at him. “You all must go, but not me” Paul said looking still, into the distance.

“But Paul-“ you began

“I said no!” He yelled, now looking at you, making you stare at him emotionlessly, before walking into the desert in anger, he never yelled at you.

“Love” he called but you ignored him.

Paul huffed, turning to Chani behind him saying “You know I cannot go” With a sad face.

After a few minutes Paul walked into the deser, placing his hand on a large rock “Talk to me Jamis” he pleaded.

Meanwhile you were walking around in the desert, kicking around sand with you feet, anger bubbling inside you, holding back tears. You refused to cry for him.

“Y/N” Paul called, now suddenly behind you, making you turn and stare at him angrily “what” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you” He said walking closer to you.

“Well what we’re you trying to do then?” You asked the tears you had been holding back now threatening to fall.

“I’ve seen flashes of my future, if I go south, people may suffer, I’m scared, not just for me, but for you, and our child” He said.

“Well im scared too! I’m scared because I don’t want to leave you! I cannot go south without you” you said, the tears now falling down your cheeks.

“I know, I know, I will go south” He said, now bringing you into his arms as you cried, the tears falling down your cheeks I’m a somewhat uncontrollable way.

“You will?” You asked shocked at his words.

“Yes, but there is something I must do while I’m there, and I need you by my side” he said leaning his forehead against your own.

“Anything” you whispered back.

“yajib 'an 'ashrab ma' alhayaa” he said kissing you passionately on the lips, and you kissed him back. I must drink the water of life.

A:N

This is kinda bad but still alright

I might do a part two so lmk if you want one 🙏

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Destined

Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!twin!reader

Summary: Where jacaerys loves you, his pretty twin sister, so much that he believed you were created for him, and him only.

Tw: Twincest, p in v, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding kink, blood

MASTER LIST PART2

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From the moment you were born, Jacaerys had always loved you. All those years ago, cries could be heard, from a baby that had just been born, mere minutes after her brother.

Everyone in the room had tried to get you to stop crying, you’d been passed around multiple times, to multiple people, until eventually your mother took you back again, this time Jacaerys in her arms as well.

Once you were placed in her arms, your little cries stopped, as you felt your twin link his finger within yours, the two of you staring at each other.

When you had grown older, your brother had become very protective of you. Some may even say possessive. One time, at age four, the two of you were outside, running around with another child. The little boy took your hand running with you, and your brother exploded.

He shoved the boy off of you, screaming and crying with jealously, making you cry too, as you watched the scene in horror.

As the two of you got older, his behaviour with you only worsened, this led Rhaenyra to announce the two of you to be betrothed. It came as no shock, incest relationships were nothing new for targaryens and the other houses.

The two of you shared a bedroom, you had your entire life. Since you had your first bleeding, you and your brother had been somewhat different. In other words, your brother spent every night between your legs.

One night, you had ran to your bedroom, hoping to find your twin brother. You ran with tears falling down your cheeks, crying loudly as you ran.

You opened the door, and Jacaerys stood with his top off, turning and looking at you. “My love?” He asked coming over and taking your smaller face in his hands.

“It was markus, he hit me and wripped my dress” You cried as you buried your face in your brothers chest.

Jacaerys face turned cold and with a glare he kissed your head lovingly. Markus was one of the lords sons, who lived in the castle with you. He was constantly teasing you and bullying you, but he had never physically touched you, and this was where your brother had finally had enough.

“How about you go to bed, you look tired. I shall deal with Markus, idaña” he told you kissing you before helping you undress for bed.

Around an hour later, when he had returned back to you, you turned in your bed, your nightdress high up on your thighs from tossing and turning. “Lēkia?” You murmured as he undressed for bed.

“I’m here” he whispered, now joining you in bed. You turned smelling blood and sat up inspecting your brother for injuries.

“I’m fine Issa jorrāelagon” he said cupping your cheeks and smiling at you fondly.

“Who’s blood is that?” You asked worriedly. He simply ignored your question and continued to look at you lovingly “All is well” he concluded.

You squealed slightly as pulled you onto his waist to straddle him, your hand going to his chest as his hands landed on either side of your waist.

“Sīr gevie” he whispered, moving his hips slightly to push himself against your tender body.

You moaned softly at his actions, grinding down against him as he moved against you, your wet pussy aching with need.

“Please” you cried, continuing to push your hip’s against his own to try and satisfy yourself.

Jacaerys hands moved up slowly, teasing you. He grabbed the ends of your nightdress, lifting it up above you waist, smirking as he saw your bare pussy on him.

You pouted at him, wanting to feel him deep inside of you. “Please” you said again, this time close to crying from annoyance and overstimulation.

He cupped your cheek, pulling you down to kiss you passionately, before flipping you over, so he was now above you.

He removed your nightdress completely, throwing in to the side, as he kissed you again, this time his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your hands now around his neck.

He began to kissing down your neck, then your breasts, eventually finding your lower tummy, and you squirmed under him, making him smile again.

“Patience, my lovely sister” he said making you glare at him.

With no warning he began to lick your wet pussy, and you cried out, your hands going to grip his dark curls, smirking to himself he continued for another minute before moving back up to your face. He kissed you once more, making you taste yourself.

“Jace please” you begged, your eyes now filled with tears.

“As you wish” he replied, removing his trousers, before entering you slowly. His hands on either side of you, as you both moaned. He began to move in and out of you, placing sloppy kisses on your lips every now and then.

“Louder, I want them to hear, I want them to know who makes you feel this good” he whispered in your ear, only arousing you further, as you cried out his name.

After a few more minutes you were both close to your climax “jace, I’m gonna-“

“I know” he replied, knowing your body all too well. He moved in and out of you, until you cried, literally. Tears fell down your cheeks as you clung to your brother, your walls clenched around him as your silhouette cum spilled out.

After a minute he joined you, spilling his seed deep into your womb. Groaning as he eventually pulled out. He watched as his seed dripped out of you, before he pushed in back in “Can’t waste any, need to make you carry my heir” he said breathlessly.

You only nodded, resting your head on your twins chest. The two of you drifting off to sleep, happily.

Some may disagree with your relationship, but you didn’t care, and neither did your family.

Anyway, the two of you were destined, as Jace liked to put it.

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Idaña - twin

Lēkia - brother

Issa jorrāelagon - my love

Sīr gevie - so beautiful