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dutiful-wildcraft · 2 months

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Restoration Worship

Nikolai x Fat F! Reader Tags: monsterfucking, gargoyles, dubcon, overstimulation, tail sex, anal play, double penetration, squirting, cunnilingus, p in v, dirty talk. I think thats about it, I think yall should know by now that every reader I write is fat, blacked out and wrote 3K words of gargoyle smut sooo… enjoy!

It had begun as a research effort, a little trip to the cemetery to hopefully procure some interesting insight into a little project she’d been working on for the museum. Eyes scanning over lichen covered graves and cracked mausoleums, words long faded in time.

She’d seen the videos before. Kind strangers brushing away years of decay with a brush and patience. Who would we be without the knowledge from our predecessors after all?

So with a passion for restoration and a need for busy hands she set to work, uncovering gracious prayers and one of the best cookie recipes she’d ever tasted set within the worn stone.

It’s months before she comes across him. He’s a big boy, covered in lichen and the webs of spiders, stone stained heavily from the elements. Sharp claws curl into the pedestal he hunkers on, broad wings curled against his back, stone teeth bared in warning.

Even like this he’s beautiful, strong features carved delicately in tarnished marble.

She’d found her next project.

A decade had passed since death had been at Nikolai’s doorstep, when he’d let the stone take him, closed himself off from the world to rest after an egregious injury. He’d watched over the lowly cemetery with weak eyes, until they too became covered. Until he’d lost himself to the void, consciousness falling into inky blackness as he waited amongst the trees.

That is, until her.

His days had shifted from the chittering of squirrels and bird song to an incessant chatter. A soft english lilt that stirred something in his hazy mind. He likes the english. Past visions of old friends flash in his mind, warm dark skin, cigars, a mask made of bone.

How could he forget?

He strains, willing his senses back to life, listens harder for the soft voice amongst the tombstones.

She talks to the dead, chattering away at graves that will never speak back to her. This graveyard is old, quiet, its occupants long passed over after they stopped burying the dead here, when their loved ones had long passed on themselves.

She asks them questions, makes up stories, tells them about her day. She’s a museum conservator and she brings things back to life all the time. Making them shiny and new, loving them through hard work and careful hands so that others may get to love them too.

And when she’s not talking she’s humming, or singing so off tune that even the birds grumble. But she’s laughing at herself, looking up songs from the years written on the graves and playing those too, a little tune the deceased might be familiar with.

Her voice bounces from grave to grave, and he realizes she’s cleaning them, scrubbing the dirt away and bidding them adieu when her task is finished.

Sweet thing, he muses, wishing he could see her, wishing she would bring him to life too.

His dream comes true on a sunny afternoon, the summer rays warming his stone, waking him just a little more.

She’s close, footsteps rustling the leaves at his feet as she circles him.

“You keep watch don’t you?” she asks him seriously, and she’s right there. So close he can smell her, like blueberries and vanilla sugar, it’d make his mouth water if he could just move.

She speaks again, but he can barely register the words as warm gentle hands clear the infinite dark from his field of view. Brushing away vines and lichen.

“There! That’s better!”

And there she is. A big soft girl, with sweet round cheeks flushed from the heat. He needs to hold her, crush her close and reward her for her kindness, but she’s gone just as quickly, promising to return to clean him properly, and his marble heart warms at the thought. He commits her form to memory, watching her soft braids sway against her back as she leaves.

A longing seeping deep into his marrow as he lets the sleep take him again.

She returns the following weekend, small spray rig and gentle cleaner in hand when she finds him again. She’s mindful, soft hands gently tugging at his limbs to test the durability before ambling her soft body onto his platform. It’s wonderful, to finally feel the heat of another against his skin, and he thinks if the sun weren’t touching him he could come to life now, tackle her into the soft grass and ravish her. He knows she’d be so sweet, whimpering and mewling under his touch.

It would wait for another time.

She works from the top down, soaking him with warm water before scrubbing him with soft bristle brushes. She’s delicate, leaning her soft body against his as she cleans, washing away years of dirt and moss. She scrubs behind his ears, in the bend of his horns, clearing the nests of insects from between his teeth. He revels in the feel of her, soft breasts and belly pressed to his skin, gentle hands stroking over the sensitive margins of his wings. Had he been mobile he’d be purring, with spread wings and stiff cock all over some gentle petting.

He mourns when she leaves, water cooling against his stone as she packs up before nightfall.

But it gives him time to practice.

It takes days, weeks, before he can move under the cover of night, limbs coming to life sluggishly, the world becoming more clear to his dulled senses.

She returns like clockwork, spending the afternoons with him, chatting and humming, leaning against his platform as she eats her lunch.

He can’t move far, just a few movements, but he gets greedy, finally willing his wings to open, letting them stretch pleasantly in the cool night air and freeze there when the sun freezes him again.

She’s a bit startled when she returns, eyeing him with confusion and the broad reptilian wings spread proudly behind his back. Come closer love, they’ve always been this way.

Nevertheless she scrubs those too, warm hands petting over the webbing, ghost along the modified fingers of his wings. He has half a mind to wallow in the night, cover himself in more dirt if only to keep her trips regular. But he knows his time is coming to an end when she dusts away the last leaves from his pedestal.

She has a final rest with him, his sweet keeper perched at his feet as she watches the sun disappear behind the trees.

And finally, finally. As the soft light of the moon kisses his skin, he greets her.

“Hello solnyshka” he purrs, voice low and gravely, amusement crinkling pupil-less eyes, as he watches her nearly jump out of her skin. Scrambling away and whirling to take a look at the massive gargoyle. He can see now, really see, and she’s lovely. Freckles dusting round cheeks, bulky denim and cotton hiding big soft curves underneath.

She’s frozen, staring at him with wide eyes. He stretches, not unlike a cat, trembling slightly with the effort as he spreads his wings, lifts his hands above his head to crack his own spine, shaking away the stiffness from his tired bones. He relaxes again, smiling at her fondly, revealing sharp fangs underneath.

“I’m grateful for your work.” he calls again, taking a slow step off of his platform, clawed feet digging into the earth below. He is truly, his new keeper being the first ray of sun to truly grace his skin in decades. Just the light he needed to wake him from his slumber. He needs to hold her, feel her softness under his claws.

She swallows, clasping trembling hands in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to be a bother, sir”

Sir.

He purrs at the honorific, but why did she think she was a bother? Had she not heard him?

“Not a bother, you’ve “restored” me” he chuckles, “quite well too” he adds looking over his limbs as he eases closer. “Call me Kolya.”

She repeats it, mimicking the accent just right, and being the polite thing she is, she gives him her name in return. It melts in his mouth like sugar, His pretty prize unaware of the hold she’s given him with just her name alone.

“Come here, let me have a look at you”

She hesitates a moment before inching towards him, and he meets her halfway with a long stride, chin to his chest as he looks her up and down. His poor thing is so nervous. Fidgeting under his gaze, pulling, pushing and twisting at the joints of her fingers, desperate to get them to pop, to alleviate some of the tension in her body.

He takes her hand in his, sliding a claw between her fingers to shake them loose, letting her soft little hand curl around his own. He dwarfs her, already half-hard with just her palm in his. He moves her carefully, flipping her hand over to trace a dark claw over the sensitive lines of her palm drawing a small shiver from her that has his cock twitching in interest.

He continues, gliding his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, toying briefly with the denim strap of her overalls. She’s bashful, keeping her eyes averted, a hot flush to her cheeks as he looks her over.

“None of that” he chides, sliding his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her back. Her lips part, pupils blown as he smiles down at her, some of her nervousness melting away as he handles her so gently. “So pretty, daragaya” and the stars in her eyes as he praises her break what little self control he has left.

He’s quick, catching her round face in both hands and bending low, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. She squirms briefly, hands flying up to grip his wrists in panic, he curls a tail around her calf, holding her neatly in place as he licks into her mouth, earning a soft gasp from his keeper as her lips part for him.

Good gods, she even tastes sweet.

He purrs happily into her mouth, savoring the taste of her flavored chapstick, the end of his tail flickering happily, brushing the soft curve of her ass. She’s panting now, a soft little whine bubbling from her throat at the contact. He dives low, licking a stripe across her jaw, reveling in the salt of her skin before nibbling and kissing his way down her throat, clawed fingers easily popping the cheap metal clasps of her outfit, pushing the denim away before yanking off the extra cotton shirt underneath.

Nikolai thinks it should be forbidden for such soft curves to be hidden like that. She’s a vision, an angel with the most beautiful soft curves, and when he has her back in his den he’ll dress her in the finest silks and jewelry, pretty chains to hug her waist, dangle nicely between her breasts. Highlight all his favorite parts. He might even keep her bare, just for his eyes to see.

She shivers in the cold, using her arms to cover her breasts as best as she could, eyes averted from his hungry gaze. Why did she hide from him? There should be paintings of her, statues in her image. She was perfect. So warm and soft, he kneaded at the handles at her hips, clawed fingers tracing over the soft swell of her belly, the rolls at her sides, skin hot beneath his fingers. He huffs, snagging her wrists and holding them well above her head, using the extra digits at the ends of his wings to hold her there, pulled taught and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

With a sharp claw he rips away the scrap of fabric that covered her chest, large hands palming them eagerly, nipples pebbling under the warm drag of his thumbs. He hums, pinching and pulling at her perfect little tits, hard cock nudging incessantly at her belly, leaving glistening webs of pre-cum over her skin as she whimpers and gasps.

“Kolya” she whines as he drags a hot tongue over her soft peaks, flicking his tongue over her pert skin before drawing a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and suckleing greedily. He breaks away, grinning up at her, sinking his teeth into the meat of her breast cheekily. She squirms, eyes squeezed tight and teeth dug into her plump lip as she tries halfheartedly to escape him. Though the wiggling only gives her tits a lovely jiggle that has him diving in again, nipping at her nipple just to earn himself another squeal.

He kisses over the skin in a gentle apology before sliding down her belly, pressing a trail of hot kisses there before he reaches the seam of her panties, cute little curls peaking out around the edges at her thighs. He marvels at the dark stain of her arousal, pressing his nose into the soaked fabric and breathing deep. She bucks against his face, squirming madly to get some kind friction. Not so demure now are you?

“I’ll take care of you greedy girl, patience.” he warns, tail patting her ass fondly as he drags his tongue along the sodden fabric. He rips those away too, thick tongue sliding against her folds with little preamble, the resounding moan like music to his ears. Using his tail to tug her legs further apart, he lavishes her in earnest, slurping at her cunt like a beast, using his thumbs to spready her puffy lips apart. She’s heaven, sweet and tangy on his tongue, and he would stay here for hours, drinking her down until her legs gave out and then taking more.

He sinks his tongue inside, licking into her tight heat as his nose brushes against her clit, humming wickedly as she cries and bucks. He takes control, dragging his claws up to grip her hips, guiding her into a nice and easy rhythm against his face. He loves every minute of it, reveling in the drag of her soaked folds against his tongue, the broken whines as he breaks away to suck her clit. He drags her to the edge over and over, fucking his tongue back into her wet heat and nosing at her sensitive nerves until she’s gushing against his face with a choked cry.

“So good, solnyshka” he praises, sitting back on his haunches to admire his work. He leans in, licking a hot stripe up her thigh, catching the errant rivulets of slick as they drip from her.

“So wet, I bet we can make a bigger mess can’t we?” he purrs, dragging his knuckles against the soaked seam of her sex, drawing a tired whimper from her. She sags against his hold, chest flushed, and thighs soaked. He could devour her whole like this.

He releases her, lifting her spent body into his arms, easing her down onto the clean pedestal that was once his. Pushing her legs apart he slides between them, sliding his neglected cock over her folds, using his tip to rub at her sensitive clit before sliding it along her body. He’s thick, head tapered to a near point, thick ridges rippling along underside of his shaft for a textured drag. Heavy balls kiss the seam of her sex as he rests there, tip drooling against her stomach. He needs her to see what she’s getting herself into, how much she’ll need to take for him. His soft girl looks up at him, big glassy eyes full of nervous anticipation.

“I know” he coos, grinding himself against her skin, “you can take it, my perfect girl, we just need a little more room.”

He needs her pliant, well stretched to take him fully. With his claws as they were, using his fingers wasn’t an option, but he does have another solution. Dragging a heavy palm through her slick he grabs hold of his tail, coating the tapered end thoroughly before guiding it toward her entrance, using a thumb to circle her clit as he slips inside.

The tip is easy, no thicker than a couple of her fingers as it pushes its way inside, the glide nice and easy from her previous orgasm. He fucks nice and slow, thrusting the tip in shallowly until she’s whining for more. He leans over her, rutting his cock against the crease of her thigh as he sinks his tail in further, fucks into her with more speed, using his hands wisely to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers and nibbling at her lips to distract her from the stretch. She’s holding on for dear life, hands gripping his horns for purchase.

Even as spent as she is, she clenches around him desperately, sweet pussy desperate to take as much of him as she can. He can’t wait to feel her pulsing against his cock. Wet and hot, and so so tight.

He growls, rutting into her with more fervor. She’s close, chubby thighs clenching as he curls the tip of his tail a bit, just to bully more of his length inside of her. She’s lost in it, frantically kissing at his face as her peak draws closer and closer. Sneaking a thumb against her clit she cums again, legs slamming shut against his tail as he fucks her through it, laughing as she sobs, shoving at him weakly as she gushes messily around him again, slick coating his abdomen and dribbling down the stone underneath.

“Good girl, one more for me zoloste, I know you can do it.” He yanks her thighs apart pulling his tail from her greedy cunt and dragging her further down the pedestal, her plush ass hanging off the edge. He rests her thighs against his chest, kissing her ankle soothingly as he drags himself through her slick folds, thoroughly coating himself before lining up with her entrance.

Even with the prep it’s a tight squeeze. He takes it slow, bullying his way inside her soaked heat, gummy walls squeezing him tight as he sinks in, whimpering as the ridges of his cock drag against her sore entrance. He fucks slowly, pumping in shallow thrusts before he pulls out again, teasing her tired clit and pushing in again, head thrown back with victorious groan as he finally pushes himself to the hilt.

Its a gorgeous sight, her pussy split open on the girth of him, legs spread wide and clit twitching as he fucks her with tight shallow circles. She’s a mess, cheeks streaked with tears and trembling against the stone, whimpers and little hiccups falling from her lips. He hushes her, sliding his palms against her thighs, catching her hands to curl his fingers in hers, anchoring her there as he picks up the pace.

She’s already close, cunt clenching around him with every thrust. He fucks into her with earnest, her pretty fat pussy swallowing him down to the balls as the sticky slap of it echoes through the cemetery.

“Fuck, taking me like you were made for it.” he snarls bending over her to lick into her mouth, swallowing every little cry and plea as he fucks her mercilessly, soft body jiggling with the harshness of it.

“You’ll give me anything won’t you? Let me fill up this pretty pussy.” he pants, yanking her closer, and with a sick knowing grin, his tail slides underneath her, slick tip toying with her asshole. “Let me fill this pretty ass too, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything you want, Kolya, please, please,” she begs, his perfect girl cock drunk and hazy, tears spilling down her cheeks as she rocks into him for more.

“Don’t even know what's good for you, silly girl, you’d let me tear you in two.” he chuckles, “ but I’ll give you a little taste.” His tip slides between her cheeks, already slick from her own juices. He teases her there, flickering playfully at her hole before sinking in slowly, pushing just past her tight ring of muscle to fill her up, groaning at the feel of his own cock sliding against her walls.

Her next orgasm takes her like a freight train, soft body arching and trembling as it ravages through her. He fucks her through it, pussy clenching him like a vice as he pulls his tail from her ass, sharp claws digging into the meat of her hips hard enough to draw blood as he chases his own end.

Snarling like a beast he pounds into her, sinking himself deep as he comes with a low growl, painting her insides with long spurts. Filling her completely until his spend seeps out around his cock, spilling down her thighs and into the soft earth below.

He holds them there like that, cock buried deep as he marks her from the inside out, his bulky head resting against her breasts as they both come down.

His, his, his.

His perfect soft girl, flushed and damp from sweat and slick, trembling hands carding though his dark hair. Kind and gentle despite the way he ravaged her.

And when she leans up, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips with a nervous giggle, he knows he’ll guard her for the rest of his days.

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ma1dita · 8 months

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a wish your heart makes

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: (established relationship) The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. You try to do something nice for your boyfriend and everything goes wrong, or so you think. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come ho—OH FUCK OFF, UNCLE RICK. sidenote this haunted me.

(posted 1/26/24 unbetad)

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Luke’s dreams were always different from yours.

Both when he’s awake and holding your hand up until sleep finally rips him away from your earthly embrace, he’s always been certain of who he was and what he wants to achieve. To be a hero providing salvation for the needy, to be a half-blood son worth the love of a god, and to be a fierce soldier, leading his troop into battle for glory. These are the thoughts he routinely pounds into his brain, so much so that anyone who knows him knows of his aspirations.

You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone so insistent on wanting to be remembered. Luke wants to leave a legacy worth dying for, worth talking about for millenia to come. And your boy persists, despite the trials of life, the ignorance of his father, and the strings of the Fates.

Your dreams, however, were always much simpler.

Cuddled under your covers and brushing your lips against Luke’s forehead to quell the growing unease that occupies his brain, you whisper what you deeply wish for.

“We’re getting old,” you mumble, and the breath of his laugh tickles your ear. He lazily runs his nose against the slope of your collarbone, sighing when he finally hears the steady beat of your chest, “We’ve definitely surpassed the average life expectancy of a typical demigod. Look at us…” he jests.

Your breath jumps in amusement as you feel his lips against your sternum, and then your boyfriend is smiling against your heart, using you for comfort as you both pass the time waiting for Hypnos to come calling.

“In a year, we’ll be nineteen…And I know you never wanted to stay here forever, so… What’s next?”

You hold in a bated breath, always unsure of where to place yourself in rank of his priorities. Who were you if not his biggest supporter?

Luke contemplates for a moment in the silence of your bedroom. It’s much easier to think and have more adult… conversations… without the many meddling children of cabin 11 always asking for one more lullaby, one more glass of water, and one more tuck-in goodnight. Here in the privacy of your room, he gets to be a boy void of his responsibilities besides hiding under his girlfriend’s duvet, giving her another shirt of his to wear, and kissing her until Apollo’s rays of light gently help you wake.

“You tell me, Trouble. What does the future have in store for us?”

Us.

He’s sweet to indulge in your fantasies like this, and you stroke your fingers through his curls as you speak, ‘I think it’d be nice to go to college. Made it this far, so maybe being normal won’t be so hard…”

A soft noise leaves his throat, urging you to continue as you bite your lip and smile.

“Maybe someday, we could get a house. One on top of a hill. I don’t need much, something like the Big House, but one we can call home.”

You can feel the teeth of his sleepy grin against your skin as he whispers the next words into your heart.

“We could do that. House with big bay windows, and the smell of my mom’s chocolate chip cookies in the air. Sounds nice, baby.”

And it does.

Luke’s eyes flutter shut shortly after, but your mind is awake with how to make the dream you now share a reality. Perhaps you couldn’t give him glory, or pray hard enough to Hermes so that he’d talk to his son, but you reckon that chocolate chip cookies would be easy enough.

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At least, it was supposed to be—until you set off the smoke alarm again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Clouds of grey are billowing from the communal kitchen oven after your multiple attempts of trying to get this right. The dryads had both partially given up on the havoc you wrecked upon their workspace as well as your increasing frustration towards them. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that—but as a perfectionist who followed the recipe to a t, how was it possible that everything was still going wrong? The first batch, you got too excited and mixed all the ingredients together, making them lumpy and inconsistent. The second batch was over-creamed, and you had to scrape them off the tray, and with this one… well you had the oven setting on a bit too high.

You sigh deeply, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes as you try to will away the mania creeping up your neck. Being the daughter of the god of insanity was hard, having to consistently control your emotions for the sake of others. Taking a shaky breath, you stare blankly at the darkened cookies, close to being burned to a crisp. The jingle of the windchime against the door rings across the room and you barely hear it until you feel Luke’s hands skate past your waist to go open a window.

“What’d you get into now, Trouble? Been looking for you,” he says, coughing lightly from the smoke.

You groan, trying to cover the mess behind you on the counter and accidentally catching your arm on the hot tray, making you flinch.

“Ow! Ugh, babe, you’re not supposed to be here yet! I thought you were still sparring…”

Your boyfriend approaches you, squeezing your arm to examine if you’ve gotten hurt and tugging you towards him.

“That was an hour ago—how long have you been here, baby?” Luke pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss on your warm wrist, instantly soothing your anxiety until you see his eyes meet your latest failure.

“You bake now?”

“Clearly not, Luke, I’m sorry…I tried but I kept getting it wrong and then I got mad at myself for fucking up something so…” your voice weakens, tears welling in your eyes again thinking you’ve disappointed him.

Luke steps away from you and towards the kitchen counter, warm cookies browned to a crisp. He reaches out to pick one up before you can stop him, crunching down on it, the bittersweet taste filling his mouth as he sniffs.

Just like his mother would make them, through her madness and all.

He’s transported back to a memory of a house with big bay windows, kind of like the one you two dreamt up last night, but he’s nine and sitting at the kitchen table drinking Kool-Aid while his mom makes peanut butter sandwiches. May Castellan forgets the cookies in the oven again, and for a moment, Luke forgets that the last time he saw his mother was a lifetime ago.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels your fingertips brushing away the saltwater from his cheeks.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, angelface, I’m sorry…” you mumble, but stop speaking when you see him take another bite.

“They’re great.”

“What?”

He chomps on another singed cookie, his lips quirking into a soft smile. Luke’s not going to let you throw the rest of this batch out. Chuckling weakly, he lifts you onto the kitchen counter as he slots himself between your legs, rough hands patting your thighs.

“Well, they’re not great. But they’re perfect. Just the way I remember them,” he smiles, kissing the furrow in your brow. You don’t bother trying to comprehend his statement, happy that you didn’t mess up a memory he holds dear.

Luke wonders if maybe he’s been blessed by his father after all, to have such extreme luck to exist at the same time as you. He doesn’t answer to the gods, to fate, but he does answer when you call his name, and settles into your arms. Love is an action after all, uncontained by just words, and he knows you tried your best, which makes it more than enough.

“She would’ve loved you, I’m sure of it,” he says rubbing his nose against yours before you can interject again, “I love you, so I know she would’ve too.”

Luke presses a tender kiss against the palm that caresses his jaw, before meeting you in the middle and finding your lips. It’s a dance you two have memorized, sweet and breathless as you meld both of your grins together. To him, you taste like chocolate chips and feel like home.

“I love you too, angelface. Almost burned the kitchen down for you,” your chuckle is cut off when he goes to press against your pout again hungrily, tracing patterns against the soft skin of your thighs as he just eats you up. The sound of your moans escapes between kisses as you wind your legs around his waist and it dampens the sound of the kitchen timer when it goes off.

(You forcibly have to detach from Luke’s embrace, much to his displeasure so that you don’t burn the next batch too.)

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"Your name is humming inside my chest. I think this is what it means to love. I think this is what it means to be living." -Emma Bleker

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silent-stories · 4 months

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𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: lying in bed with jj, you see the bruises on his stomach.

"You know that you snore?" You ask the boy lying in your bed, next to you, one arm under the pillow and the other thrown lazily around your waist.

That morning, it's hot in your room, but it's not the unbearable hot of the days that makes you want to rip off your skin and find a place with free air conditioning, but the heat that makes you want to stay in bed late before having a cold coffee and go for a walk by the sea with your favorite person.

The sun's rays filter through the open window and in the distance you can hear the ocean waves crashing against the reef.

A soft chuckle escapes JJ's parted lips as a pair of ocean-colored eyes meet yours. "Good morning to you too." His voice is husky but his tone is clearly amused, his hair messy.

It is indeed, a good day, when you wake up in your bed with him next to you but that would be too cheesy to say so early in the morning.

You can't help but smile and before you know it he has you pushed against him and his lips are on yours.

He always tastes like weed, alcohol and the sea.

As he wrap his arm around your waist, the sheet slides off his body, revealing his bare chest and your gaze falls on the bruises on his rib cage, like it did the night before. This time, however, you can't help but observe the dark blue and purple marks on his skin for more than a few seconds.

He looks at you for a moment after breaking the kiss, noticing what caught your attention and with a huff, he drops onto the bed next to you. The matress springs make a slight creak.

"Don't." He says.

"What?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine." His eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

You slowly reach out, your fingertips grazing his stomach, delicately tracing the soft outlines of the bruises there.

"I fell, I-"

"Yeah. I know" You want to be mad because he persists in not opening up to you but the look into his eyes lost in the void stops you every time.

You both know you're lying and you both know the other is doing the same.

"You know you can stay here right? Whenever you want."

Your tone is soft as you ask that, turning towards him, resting your elbow on the mattress and settling your head on your hand, looking at his profile: the shape of his lips, the blue of his eyes in the sunlight streaming through the window, a few strands of blonde hair falling on his forehead.

"If... you have any kind of problem, you're welcome here. Any time of the day or night, Jay. You know that, right?"

You only realize you're still tracing imaginary patterns on his skin when you feel his fingers meet yours, his hand on his stomach to find yours and lace your fingers together.

When he finally turns his head towards you, there's a slight smile on his lips and it's not his usual sarcastic smirk or the grin he shows to John B when he is talking about Sarah or when he manages to escape from a cop. It's softer, more sincere.

"I know."

You stare into his clear eyes for a moment and decide to believe him.

You sigh, “okay.”

You don't know how much your offer means to him, you don't know that every other girl he's laid in bed with in the past never cared about a busted lip or a scratch on an arm unless it was ruining his pretty face.

You don't know that if he had been any other girl that morning he wouldn't have stayed in your bed but would have left before the sun even rose.

With you it was different. You cared. And for the first time, he cared too.

Your room wasn't like his house or even like the chateau. It was becoming his favorite place so quickly that it almost amazed him.

And you were becoming his favorite person, but that didn't surprise him that much.

It was getting impossible not to love the sound of your laughter and the way you could reassure him with a simple touch.

"Thank you." He whispers.

You smile and reach out to brush the blonde hair out of his eyes.

His hand was still holding yours.

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Little Princess

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•Warnings: taking of sexual themes, drinking, degradation , chocking, smut, age difference.•

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Modern!Father’s!Best!Friend!Aemond x Fem!Reader

You couldn’t say you were exactly proud of how you were handling everything.

Leaving the phone at home as you sneaked out of your window to go to a party with your friends, and get wasted was surely a good solution, and you were aware of it, but after being confined in your house for weeks, you couldn’t resist the temptation to have at least a bit of fun.

So you did it.

Your friends were aware that you were leaving your phone at home, because you knew that your father would have seen if you turned off your location, so it was the only way.

But as you danced in the middle of the club, alcohol freeing your mind completely of any thoughts, that didn’t seem such a big issue.

You knew how the night would have ended anyway, that’s why you ordered an uber at one am out of the club.

Because yes, alcohol allowed you to be careless, but it also created a discomfortable sensation between your legs.

You were going to fill the void that same night.

You didn’t care how wrong it was, you didn’t have sex for too long.

So as you said goodbye to your friends you could already feel your stomach clenching in anticipation.

The ride to his house was quick, and you were restless, you kept fixing your makeup, looking at your reflection on your pocket mirror.

What you didn’t expect was finding yourself hesitating from knocking.

Standing like a stupid drunk teenager in front of her ex-boyfriend door.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You gasped and turned immediately as you heard his voice behind you. He was dressed in a suit, but he had already loosened his tie around his neck.

He held the keys of his house in his hand as the other was resting in his pant’s pocket. You stared at him as he walked closer, until he was standing right in front of you, his face bent down to look you in the eyes.

He was just… so hot.

You swallowed loudly as you looked down at him, scanning his body as if you had x rays.

Not that you needed them, you knew his glorious body perfectly.

You stepped closer and grabbed his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. You saw him clench his jaw as he raised his hand, looking straight ahead of him.

“Does your father know you’re here?” He asked, his voice not betraying any emotion. You shook your head as you kept looking up at him in awe. He sighed as his body tensed.

“Are you trying to get in more trouble than the one you already are?” He looked down at you, and you could swear you saw his breath hitch when he saw the way you were staring at him. “You know this is a bad idea, princess.”

“I can’t be without you.” You whispered. He chuckled coldly as he shook his head, looking away again from you.

“Yes you can. You should go home.” He said as he swallowed.

“No, Aemond. I have never been without you.” You whispered as you stood up on the tip of your feet to kiss his neck. Aemond sighed, bending his head back again, his cheek brushing against your hair as his lips got close to your ear.

“Stop.” He grunted. “You’re being reckless.” He added after a bit, his voice slightly softer.

“I need you, Aemond.” You whispered, tightening your hands on his shirt. “I need you always. This was never a mistake.” You pulled back to look at his eye.”This was the best thing we could have ever done.” You arched your brows as you saw him shake his head again, putting his hands on your hips to push you back.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed as he put his hands back in his pockets.

“Stop talking like you didn’t even want to start. We are in this together.” You looked at him sternly as he pulled back from you.

He sighed as he looked to the side, then down. He muttered something under his breath and grabbed your arm as he opened the door of his house, pushing you in as he closed the door behind you.

“I did warn you.” He growled as he pulled you closer, bringing your face mere inches from his. “I did try to stop you, to make you see reason. You are just too spoiled to even be able to manage a no.” He sighed and let your arm go. “Which is the exact same reason why you’re here.” He stepped back as he looked down at you. “Plus, you’re drunk. I can smell your breath from here, Jesus.”

“You think I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t drunk? I planned before even starting to drink.” You hissed, offended by his harsh words.

“What would your father do if he knew you came here?” He growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

I would say that I love you, that I can’t be without you.

“He won’t know.” You said, but he chuckled again.

“Like he wasn’t going to find out about us?” He turned towards you, walking closer. You bit your lip.

This was not going as you planned.

He should have jumped on you the moment he saw you, not pushed you away.

“You care so much about him, but you still fucked me countless of times, when he was at home or not.” You said as you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to contain your tears.

You were just so fucking desperate.

“Careful.” He warned as he glared at you.

“At least I’m not a hypocrite!” You raised your voice as you just let your tears run down your cheeks. “I don’t act like the perfect friend when I’m obviously not!”

“Oh, please. You’re literally a daddy’s girl.” He scoffed, laughing as she shook his head.

“Just fuck me!” You almost screamed as you clenched your hands into fists and took a step towards him. Aemond looked at you, his face serious as he took his time to let his eye roam over your body. “Or throw me out.”

“I won’t throw you out. It’s late and you’re drunk.” He said as he walked back to you, putting his hand under your chin to lift it up. “You know better than to go around when you’re drunk.” He said as he let his hand caress your neck. He suddenly stepped forward, forcing you to take a step back. “You know I love when you’re drunk. You’re so much more sensitive.” His voice dropped as he leaned his head down to take a better look at you. He took a deep breath as he let his hand fall more, ending up on your breast. He cupped it gently, squeezing it as if to taste its softness.

“You think I don’t want you?” He grunted as he stepped forward again and again, until your back was pressed against the wall. “You think I don’t want to feel that pretty pussy around me, squeezing, dripping for me?” He groaned under his breath as he looked up for a moment before coming back to you. “You think I don’t want to fuck you until you’re completely ruined, after weeks of jerking off on you?” He grabbed both of your cheeks with his hand, squeezing gently and tilting your face up, as his other hand went down under your dress, caressing your panties.

You couldn’t help but feel your stomach clench at his words as your breath hitched. The mix of alcohol and that look in his eye, full of need and desire, was already making her wet. Aemond smiled at that, slipping his hand under her underwear.

“See? So sensitive.” He whispered as he slipped two fingers inside you, without warning.

“Holy – !” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you clenched your hands in his shirt, holding onto him. “Oh, fuck, yes!” You breathed out as he started rubbing your insides with intensity, stimulating your sweet spot like he had it mapped in his head.

“Yeah, you need me?” He smirked confidently.

“You need a cock almost twice your age to be truly satisfied?” He growled as he bent down to whisper in your ear. “What is it? I haven't found anyone as good as me?” He pushed you against the wall, hard. “You better start begging, princess.” He looked down at you as his eye darkened.

“God, Aemond!” You moaned again as she started pumping his fingers with increased force. “I-I need it, please – Please fuck me!” You panted heavily as you felt your orgasm reaching you embarrassingly fast. “I can make you feel so good… I’m still so tight, I’ll squeeze you so much-” Your mind was completely clouded by pleasure, you didn’t even know what you were saying.

You just wanted him to make you feel good as you did that too.

You wanted him to realize you were the best he could get, so he would never let you go again.

Aemond closed his eye for a moment as you spoke, savoring the moment as he could feel how tight you really were.

His fingers never stopped, they kept moving inside you, rubbing again and again until he felt you clenching, your walls spasming as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“I will fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. And then I’ll fuck you again, and again so you’ll fucking stop being so needy al the goddamn time.” He growled.

“Oh – Fuck!” You groaned loudly as you threw your head back.

“I’ll fuck you untill you’ll be completely broken. Until you’ll be so full that you could explode.” He moaned as he felt you clenching so much tighter.

“You dirty little slut…” He groaned. “You want to be ruined, uh?” He pressed his forehead against yours. “You like what I’m saying so much?” He started rocking his hand on your core, making your hips move with his as you looked at him with your brows arched and pleading eyes, begging him silently to push you over the edge. “I’ll make you regret coming here in the first place.” He whispered in your ear, rubbing his palm on your clit.

“Holy shit!” You moaned loudly. “Aem – Ah!”It was too much, too much pleasure for your body, still altered by the alcohol. The tightness in your stomach snapped, and you let yourself feel the string waves of pleasure rushing through your boy, one after another as your walls clamped down on Aemond’s finger, your liquids wetting his hand as he helped you rode out your orgasm, his arm wrapping around your waist as he scoops you up to carry you in his bedroom.

You panted on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face under his head as you relished in his scent.

You were where you belonged.

Nothing will change that.

He dropped you not so gently on the bed as he looked down at you, standing at the feet of the bed.

“You like that dress?.” He asked as he pulled the belt off his pants with one swift move, making your breath hitch.

“W-what?” You looked at him, confused.

“Do you. Like. That dress?” He repeated again, scanning every word. You looked at him with your brows furrowed, nodding. He smiled and let his eye roam over your body.

“Too bad.” He played with the hem of the cleavage as he leaned down. He sat on the bed and shifted you on his lap so you were straddling him.

“You look cute in it.” He smiled at you. You smiled back, moving your hand on his shoulders but you stopped midway as his hands grabbed the cleavage, ripping in half the dress, making you gasp.

“Aemond I liked that dress!” You whined as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll buy you a better one.” He pulled the dress off your body, leaning back on his hands, placing them behind him on the mattress.

“Come on, princess. You know what to do.” He looked at you with a grin. You gritted your teeth together as you unbuttoned his pants harshly, pissed because of your beautiful dress.

“Don’t. Don’t put on that attitude. It’ll do you no good.” He warned, but you didn’t listen, spreading his shirt apart, letting a few buttons pop out. He grabbed your wrists and looked at you sternly.

“I said don’t.” He growled. You pushed him back, freeing your wrist as you tugged his pants down along with his boxers just enough to let his cock out. You moved your panties to the side and raised on your knees to align the tip of his cock with your entrance and… stopped.

It had been a while since the last time you took him.

You struggled then, let alone now.

But basing on the grin on his lips, he was fully aware of it.

“Come on.” He whispered. “You looked like you wanted this desperately.”

You bit your lip as you started to slowly sink down on him, taking one inch after another long inch. Your walls were already burning, trying to adapt to his stupid big size. You stopped midway, your hips jerking and you closed your eyes, your arms around his neck tightening.

“A-ah…” You panted as you slowly tried to take the rest of him. “Aem… Aem, please…” You cried out as you looked for his help.

The only thing he did was thrust up, completely, until he was balls deep inside you.

You shuddered around him, sitting down completely as he let his hips down again, hiding your face in his neck.

“This… this is so much better…” You breathed out as you slowly rocked your hips on his, getting used to the feeling of having him back on you.

You felt so good.

So full.

“Oh, Aemond…” You moaned as you raised your head to look at him, your eyes gazed with lust, and love.

He immediately grabbed your hair and pulled them back, forcing you to look at the ceiling.

“You go too slow.” He growled, and he used his other hand for leverage as he started to thrust up his hips, slamming his cock inside you repeatedly.

You back arched as you threw your head back even more, your hands on his knees, his cock rubbing against your walls deliciously in this position.

You let out a loud moan, letting yourself completely in his hands, letting him use you as he wanted, fuck you as he wanted.

He pulled your hair tightly, enough to actually hurt, but you took the pain. You would have taken anything just to have him inside you again.

“Look at you. So fucking desperate.” He spat as he kept thrusting up, looking at you breast jumping at every hit. “You’re helpless.” He gritted his teeth as he leaned forward, slapping your ass as he pulled you up, moving you off of him and throwing you on the bed by your hair, making you and on all four. “I’m not going easy on you.” He growled as he pushed your head down on the mattress as he kneeled behind you.

He put his feet on the side of your head to keep you down, grabbing your ass and squeezing it harshly in his hands as you arched your back as much as you could. He slammed his cock back inside you as he started moving like a mad man, slapping you ass again and again, painting your skin red.

“Present yourself in my house, in that dress and drunk.” He groaned. “Throwing a tantrum because you can't find someone your hole as much as I can.” He delivered another spank, making you moan again. “You want my cock?” He chuckled as he looked at your face, how your drool was wetting his sheets. “You’ll get it.” He started slamming against you with much more force, enough to send you forward on the bed every time, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you kept panting and moaning, your cunt squeezing him every time he reached deeper inside you, every time he rubbed just on the right spot. You clenched the sheets tightly in your hands as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Yes! Fuck me – Fuck me –” You whined as he did just that, filling the room with loud noises of squelching and skin slapping.

“Can you hear how wet you are, princess?” He growled as he slapped your ass again, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. “I’ll fucking break you.” He growled as he grabbed your hips, his fingers digging in your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he started pulling you back to meet every single one of his thrusts.

“Yes, baby, fuck! Fuck!” You kept panting, your mouth unable to stay close, every kind of sound coming out of you as the bed started cracking beneath you. You let out a long moan, interrupted every time his cock hit deep inside you. “You feel so good!” You let out a high pitched moan as you clenched around him.

“Yeah? I feel so good? That’s why you came back to me? Your father’s best friend? Uh?” He panted as he started thrusting faster inside you, gripping your hips tighter as he kept pulling you back to him.

I came back because I love you.

“You’re not his best friend anymore, I think—“ You gasped as you brought the sheets closer to your face, clenching your hands tighter on them.

“Because I fucked his daughter.” He growled as he moved his feet off your head, grabbing your hair and yanking you back to him. “The same daughter that came here on her knees, begging me to fuck her again.”

“Oh – Fuck! Aem – I’m gonna come –” You panted as you grabbed his wrist behind your head. “You’re gonna make me come!” You moaned loudly as it hit you hard, your walls convulsing around his cock, squeezing him and wetting him further as waves of pleasure shocked your body, making you spasm as Aemond let go of your hair to wrap his arms around you, bringing you both back down on the bed. He wrapped his arm around your neck, choking you slightly as he kept pushing, faster and faster as you kicked your feet in the air.

“Aemond! W-wait – Too much -” You cried out, but he didn’t bulge. He kept thrusting, more hard as he kept his face beside yours.

“I warned you.” He growled. “I will fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop.” He pressed his forehead on the back of your head and he kissed your hair, a big contrast to his rough and hard actions that he had till now. You cried out loudly as he kept moving.

“Aemond please. Give me a break- Just a little one-” You whined as you kept moving your legs, trying to soothe the feeling of high overstimulation. You could feel perfectly how the tip of his cock pushed so far into you, you could hear his ragged breathing, and occasional grunts, you could feel your stomach clenching as the pleasure started building again, so fast.

“Oh fuck – Aem!” You pressed your face on the mattress but when Aemond bent his arm around your neck, you were forced to raise your head to breathe.

“Come. Come, show me, princess, show me how much you’re still my slut. My little princess.” He whispered in your ear. You cried out loudly as you felt yourself near the edge again.

“Yes — I’m still your princess —“ You cried out.

God you missed him so much.

“I am your princess — Yours!” You whined as you sobbed, your orgasm washing over you again.

You missed how he used to take care of you.

You missed how innocent your relationship was.

You missed his hugs, his kisses on your head.

You missed being his little princess.

“Shh, shh…” He whispered in your ear. “I’m not finished by a long shot.”

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