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Little Bump

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Velaryon (Pregnant Wife) Rating - Sweet AF Word Count - 2288

Jace stood over the painted table in the great hall of Dragonstone he was going over his high valerian his mother had been assisting but she had been called away for other business leaving him alone at the large painted table featuring the map of Westeros. The sound of tender steps breaks him from his concentration and when he looks up he sees a beautiful sight that fills him with joy

About halfway down the steps to the hall, walks Lady Y/n, his wife. She wears a gown of blue velvet with black and silver details the colours of his house name Verlaryon. Her hair pushed back with a blue ribbon across the top of her head like a hairband, she's barefoot as she waddles slowly her hands on her baby bump "I'm not... Interrupting, am I?" She gasps in the middle as she gets her breath from the stairs

Jacaerys quickly hurries to her. “Y/n, my love!” He kisses her gently on the forehead, then moves a loose strand of his wife's hair out of her face. “How has your day been, beloved?” He brushes her soft curls back from her cheek.

"it's been slow, getting to the kitchens takes me half an hour these days" she chuckled as he helped her to the fireplace

“I can imagine. You are carrying our child, after all.” He places a hand protectively on the small swell of her abdomen. “Are you feeling well?”

"he's kicking away again. Always kicking."

“Ah, our son.” Jacaerys smiles at the thought of the new life growing in her womb. “I cannot wait to hold him in my arms.”

"I'm sure you can't, I cannot wait to see my feet again" she joked

Jacaerys laughs and sits down beside his wife. “I wish I could relieve your burden of pregnancy, however. For your sake more than my own.”

"I know you do" she smiled stroking his cheek "Remind me, to avoid your mother from now on"

Jacaerys chuckles and sighs. “My mother cares very much for you, but she can be... difficult.”

"she simply wishes to tell me stories, and her tales bring me little comfort. Of the pain. Of the stress. Of the loss. The injuries. I think she thinks she's helping... Honestly, she's just scaring me."

Jacaerys nods sadly. “I know she means to reassure but…” He places a protective hand upon his wife's belly. “My Mother's words may be dark but they contain a kernel of truth. The birth... will likely be painful. It is a fact we must both accept.”

"yes however this is our first child, she could at least attempt to offer kind words of sympathy"

Jacaerys sighs, looking at her with concern. “Perhaps... but my mother doesn't quite understand. It is not her fault, love. She has experienced so much pain and loss in her own life that I do not truly think she knows how to offer comfort.”

"I guess not. I suppose it doesn't help... There are so few good birth stories in this family of yours"

Jacaerys nods silently. “You're quite right about that. It's almost as though the Gods themselves have cursed the women of my family…”

"well I pray to them daily. So we can hope they shall spare us from this curse"

Jacaerys smiles and kisses her on the cheek. “If anyone deserves to be spared, my love, it is you.”

"ummm I have been praying to all of them, the old gods, the new, the seven, the drowned, just to hedge my bets"

“My sweet wife…” He sighs happily and strokes her stomach softly, his free hand finding hers. “Perhaps you are right in doing so... We shall know soon enough, my love. Whatever the Gods' judgement may be.”

she nodded "Maester says Only a few more weeks at the most."

Jacaerys smiles as he feels his son kick through her stomach. He grows every day, “I'm sure. Can you feel how strong he is?” He squeezes her hand fondly.

"he's very strong, I think he shall like to ride and run when he has grown, a proper little knight"

Jacaerys nods, proudly. “My little prince. I cannot wait to see his first steps, hear his first words, ride his first horse... There is much to look forward to.” He smiles, feeling the kicks in her stomach and squeezing her hand again. He leans in to kiss her on the cheek.

"Have you thought of any ideas for names?"

Jacaerys considers for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not truly. I have a few ideas, but I want him to be strong and proud of his name. Perhaps a Targaryen name... A small smile creeps onto his face....Or perhaps a Valyrian one. What do you think, my love?”

"not Aegon. Already far too many aegons in this family to keep track"

Jacaerys laughs and nods. “Fair point, fair point.” He smiles at her, a little nervously. “What do you think of Aemond?”

"Isn't that the same as your... Uncle... Cousin... Alicent’s son" she says trying to explain the Damn family tree,

“Ah, yes.” Jacaerys laughs. “I suppose that name cannot work.” He squeezes her hand again, and thinks for a second. “What of... Daemon? A strong name, no?”

"the name of your stepfather?"

Jacaerys looks a little sheepish as Y/n brings that up. “I had... forgotten of that.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “It's true, there are too many names to remember in this family. Perhaps... what of perhaps Corlys, after my grandfather?”

"hummm corlys I like. I don't dislike Daemon but... I feel it would inflate the ego of your stepfather to a whole uncontrollable level"

Jacaerys laughs and nods. “Good point.” He squeezes her hand once more, and leans in to kiss her on the cheeks. “No doubt of this, my sweetest Y/n: however our son is named, whatever his personality may turn out to be like... you shall always be the apple of my eye.” More small kicks erupt from her stomach, and Jace giggles as he feels them.

"... Ohh I had an idea,"

Jacaerys smiles widely and leans forward even more, ready to hear his love's thoughts on the matter. “What do you have in mind, my dear?”

"What about Cregan? You and him have been such good friends since you met all those years ago"

Jacaerys is taken aback by the idea but warms to it the longer he considers it. “Cregan... That is... not a bad idea, my love. A fine name, certainly... I suppose it would depend a little on the nature of our son, but I do like the notion.” He smiles, considering it as he feels another kick in her stomach and squeezes her hand.

"I rather like it, or we could always make him after your little brother" she said tenderly bringing up the topic as she knew the topic of Luke was difficult for Jace

Jacaerys smiles at her, taking in her idea with his eyes sparkling. “After my sweet brother Luke, you mean?” He nods as he realizes what a sweet idea this is. “I like this even better, my love. Luke was a fine boy, with so much potential. I would be honoured to have our son hold his name, with all the honuor and prestige that title carries.”

"It's settled then. Lucaerys Verlaryon shall be his name. If if course he is a he"

Jacaerys smiles widely, wrapping his arms around his wife's stomach as he feels another kick in her womb. “A fine name, my love. He laughs a little. I suppose we would need to think of another name for our daughter, then.” He squeezes her hands and rests his head upon her shoulder. “But that is a problem for another day. We shall first see the fruit of our love born, before we plan for another.”

"umm.. I rather have visions of me being pregnant again before even Lucaerys is walking"

Jacaerys smiles and chuckles silently. “My love, I suppose I should not complain about your enthusiasm for producing heirs…” He runs his hands over her stomach, then places his hands on her hips. “How soon after little Lucaerys are you thinking?”

"I don't know see how birth treats me first"

Jacaerys nods, rubbing his nose a little sheepishly as he realizes the stupidity of his previous question. “You are quite right, love. I cannot help but get ahead of myself. Our son's birth is far more a priority than his potential sibling.” He smiles and presses his cheek to her hip, squeezing her hand once more. “And yet, it is rather exciting, too. I'm quite interested to see you with child again.”

"humm I have a feeling I need to get very used to being pregnant. I think someone likes me pregnant " she smirked stroking jace’s hair

Jacaerys blushes at her words, looking up at her and laughing. “yes, I must admit, I... really, really like you pregnant.”

she chuckled "well I best not disappoint my husband. Perhaps we shall have ourselves a branch of the family tree with many leaves have ten children"

Jacaerys laughs again, a wide smile forming on his lips as he places his forehead upon hers, gently kissing her on the cheek. “Oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet love. Ten children?” He raises an eyebrow as he chuckles again. “If you and the Seven are up for that challenge, my love, I certainly am…” He squeezes her hand even tighter.

"I'm sure you are" she giggled giving him a kiss

Jacaerys smiles and runs a hand through her hair, kissing her on the forehead and the nose before looking into her eyes. “But for now, my love, let us focus on raising our first child together. Let us revel in his presence before we concern ourselves with his potential siblings.”

"your right, speaking of Him. Have you gone out with Daemon yet? To find an egg for sweet lucaerys cradle?"

Jacaerys shakes his head. “No, not yet. I have... hesitated to leave you for any period of time, with your pregnancy. If he had to tell the truth, he had been rather terrified at the thought of leaving his pregnant wife alone, for any period of time at all.”

"you will only be gone for the afternoon. I'll be alright. I'm sure your mother and grandmother shall keep me company with scary birth stories while you and daemon go. You know you won't want to go looking for one once baby comes and you don't want Daemon to choose for us"

Jacaerys nods and smiles sadly. “Yes, I know it is a task I must complete. It is a father's role to look for his son's egg, I know.” Jace laughs quietly and looks away. “But I cannot help but have a certain level of anxiety about all this. I have never been away from you for so long since our wedding.”

"I'm sure some man bonding time shall be lovely, talk about... Dragons, dicks and swords. I don't know what men talk about. It'll be good for you. Ask him questions he's a father to five after all"

Jacaerys smiles, and nods at her words. “You're quite right, my love. You know, sometimes I forget that Daemon is a father too.” Jace laughs nervously. “I should pick his brains, you're right, to better prepare me for parenthood.”

"umm maybe he knows some secrets words husbands can say to their wives to help the labour pains"

Jacaerys laughs heartily at her ideas. “I shall ask him to do just that.” He shakes his head and squeezes her hands fondly. “You know, my love, I have been lucky to have such a woman as you by my side. Most men... have a more hostile relationship with their wives…”

"umm most hate their wives we are very lucky" she gives him a kiss "or perhaps the hatred will come after the children?"

Jacaerys laughs, wrapping his hands around her waist. “I have no intention of hating you, ever, my love. You brought up a good point, though. Perhaps there will be more... challenges after our son is born. But I hope, with all my heart, that there will never be true hatred between us. I could not bear that.”

"I know there wouldn't ever be" she cooed cuddling him before she stopped and grabbed his hand moving it to her bump as a strong movement came through "awe he's dancing for his daddy"

Jacaerys smiles when he feels the movement of their son, his face lighting up as he places a gentle hand upon her stomach, his palm flat against the bump with the fingers splayed out across the flesh. “Oh... I swear, I can feel his whole body moving from here…” His words are interrupted as he feels another kick in Y/n’s stomach. He giggles and leans forward again, pressing his face against the bump. He lets out a small squeak of happiness, feeling the child move once more. “Oh, I am looking forward to holding you, my son.”

"Im sure it shall be a very magic moment indeed"

Jacaerys cannot help but smile as he feels yet another kick from within his wife's womb. His son is extremely active today. He wraps his hands around her belly and presses his cheek up against her stomach once more. “You know, you're right. I think he likes his father... His movements feel quite vigorous now, as if he is happy I am here.”

"he's happy to see you, of course he's happy to see daddy." She giggled "say hello to daddy little Lucaerys" she cooed and just as she said that the baby kicked hard

Jacaerys laughs and gasps at the strength of the baby's kick within her womb. He smiles, stroking her stomach. “Hello, my sweet Lucaerys. Can't wait to meet you face to face…” Another strong kick emerges from her womb and Jace giggles again, squeezing her hand. He leans forward, and places his forehead against her stomach once more. “I can’t wait to be a dad.”

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the-fiction-witch · 9 hours

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Orland and Ophelia P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Shela (Fleabottom Smallfolk Girl) Rating - Sweet AF + Scary Ending Word Count - 1645

Aegon picked the children up, giving them both kisses on the cheek. He was so happy. Now he just needed to prove to them that he was going to be the best father ever. He turned to Shela and gave her smile as well, possibly the first genuine one he'd given her in all of their time together.

"I won't forget about you either. We're going to be a family now. All four of us. No one is going to separate us ever again."

"Orland has some legitimate concerns Aegon, you're the heir to the throne you can just come running off to see us all the time and you stay here too long the king's guard or the city watch will come after you. And what is to happen when your father dies? Surely you will be king, so you visiting us will become even less likely and if anyone was ever to know of your bastard children they'd have to kill them to ensure your legitimate children succeed you"

Aegon knew she had a point. But he was not going to let that fear be a reason as to why he could not be with his children. Even when King he would make sure he was present in their lives. He would never let them go again. There were a lot of complications but he was going to make it work. He was going to have to.

"I'll figure something out. I'll make something work. I'm not going to let this be a reason as to why I can't spend time with you. I'm their father. I'll make it work. I promise."

"alright, if you're sure" Shela smiled giving him a kiss "Come on you two, how about you take daddy downstairs and show him your toys?"

He smiled and let his children lead him out of the bar area and downstairs to their living quarters. He was quite curious about what toys they owned thinking back to his piles of toys as a young boy, mountains of play swords and shields, dragon toys to his heart's content but that is not what he found. The downstairs was a small apartment with a bathtub toilet and sink on one side, a double bed on the other and in the centre a rug covered in small plushies, wooden dragons and a table with a small model of king’s landing no bigger than 30cm square, that was all the place had but the children so excited showed him all their small toys. The place was small but clean, the toys sweet clearly Shela didn’t have much money to spoil the twins but still did her best to give them everything they wanted.

He couldn't help but smile as he saw them proudly show him all their toys. It was such a wholesome sight. To see his children so excited to show their small collection of toys and plushies. They were so sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he could ever be. He felt the warm feeling inside of him grow.

"May I ask you a question, children?"

Ophelia nodded as she hugged her bunny plushie Orland was busy having his wooden dragonfly around the red keep model, as Shela came down too and sat on the corner of the bed to watch them play together,

He looked at both of them for a few seconds. "I wanted to ask you both if...you would mind...if I lived with you permanently."

both children jumped with excitement and hugged him tight almost throwing him to the floor they were so happy and excited,

He was surprised by their reaction. He thought the question would be one that they’d hesitate a lot to answer. But they were already saying yes and showing him affection. Just the sight of them made it clear he had missed so much. The sight of them hugging him and smiling at him was enough to make him want to tear up and he almost did. He did not expect them to be so happy to have him. He should’ve asked this question sooner.

after calming down the children go back to playing with their toys and as Aegon glances around it's obvious how little his children have but he can't blame Shela as she has been doing everything she can to give them a good life on the money a barmaid must make

Shela must have so little. And the fact that she gave his children a good life, a love filled home and a warm affection that they obviously reciprocated with their mother made him appreciate her even more. He understood so much now. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him again.

He looked at his children play and he felt so ashamed. He was disgusted by the person that he had been before. He’d made his children live here in so much poverty. His children, his beautiful children. He had left them before and left them to fend for themselves. And for what? A meaningless drunken life? A life where the only thing he did was drink himself to oblivion? How had he allowed himself to reach such a low?

"Daddy?" Little Ophelia came closer with her bunny plushie in hand

“Yes, sweetheart?” He replied with a soft smile, looking down at her. She was such a sweet little girl.

"Mummy said once that you had a dragon, do you think we could ever see the dragon someday?" She asked and immediately Orland perked up too coming over to listen excitedly wooden dragon toy in hand

For a moment his heart froze at being confronted with the question so quickly. This was going to be a tough topic. He did have a dragon, a dragon he had ridden for years. But he wasn’t sure if these little children would be able to understand the complexities of such an issue and he didn’t want to worry them. But he had to be honest with his children.

“I do have a dragon, yes. Named sunfyre. I may be able to take you for a ride one day.”

both giggled excitedly at such an idea

"Could we get dragons someday!" Orland asked

"I wanna dragon!" Ophelia jumped

"I wanna call mine firestarter!" Orland yelled

"I wanna call mine starlight!" Ophelia jumped

He laughed softly at this. The names were so innocent. They had no concept of the power of dragons. They were just small kids wanting to have fun and ride dragons like in the many stories. He wished he could let them ride dragons, but it was just so dangerous. But he couldn’t say that. He wanted to feed all the little hopes they had right now.

“Of course you can, my little ones. But promise me that you won’t ride them yet. You’re still too small and you could get hurt.”

"Can we ride on Daddy's dragon? Please can we! Can we ride with you Daddy!" They both beg

He sighed and looked down at them. “How about we do this, you can ride my dragon but I’ll be holding you both during the flight, okay?”

both scream with excitement jumping up and down happily

He smiled and gently scooped them both up. He was still amazed by how small they were. But there was a bit of an issue right now. They were a bit too small. They were both three years old now, and although they were a bit on the shorter end of the spectrum he still knew that to be able to ride a dragon, they needed more time to mature physically. He gave them each a kiss and let them continue playing. The rest of the morning he spent so happily in their arms, that he played dragons with Orland telling him about the dragon pit, about bonding with a dragon, about the many large and impressive Targaryen dragons all of which fascinated Orland so much. In between dragon tales, he sat on the rug with Ophelia as she set up her favourite plushies and her well-treasured wooden tea set, he sat with her happily and plaid along with her showing her some royal etiquette for her princess tea party, most of which she ignored because of course she is the princess and what she says goes. He peppered both of them with as many kisses as they could stand, fed them as many compliments and words of praise as he could think of, giving them all the love and attention he had craved at their age.

And he didn’t leave Shela out giving her kisses and praise too whenever he could often telling her she made the smartest, most beautiful children as she cooked them some lunch.

Suddenly a loud heavy knock comes from the tavern door upstairs,

“Oh? I wonder who that could be,” Shela dusted her hands off on her skirt,

“Don’t worry about them, it's family time. They can wait.” Aegon smiled taking Orland in his arms and sitting him on his lap and playing with his dragon toy,

“As well as that is, it might be family time but still.” she says, “Orland, Ophelia, you both stay here with daddy while I head upstairs.”

“You sure I’ll go and you can stay down with them?” He asked,

“No, it's okay,” she smiled giving him a kiss which he happily gave her back in return,

“Okay, call if you need me.”

She nodded and headed up the stairs so he happily cradled both the children in his arms giving them cuddles and kisses until a loud bang came from upstairs like a table being turned over and chairs being thrown around with the gentle sound of a short scream.

Aegon immediately panicked he kissed both the children and told them he loved them both before he ushed them under the bed and went to the stairs to head up but he was stopped as he saw his brother Aemond.

Aemond waltzes down the stairs his arm around Shela a knife to her neck to stop her from squirming, “Found you brother,”

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the-fiction-witch · 23 hours

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Heat Of The Water P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Choose your own house) Rating - SMUT Word Count - 2293

Jace continued to gaze at her as she lay there, his eyes raking her body as she lay in his arms and his hand stroked her hair. He was overwhelmed by a desire to explore her body further at this moment, but he forced himself to remain still. He wanted to respect her, and he also did not wish to ruin the moment for her. The way she lay upon him was so inviting, and his heart raced at the idea of making her his in that way. His imagination began to race, filling his mind with images of how he should proceed.

"thank you" she giggled, "Thank you very much my prince" she cooed giving his lips another kiss,

Jace smiled down at her now, unable to deny that it felt incredibly good to be praised by her. He returned her kiss passionately, feeling the heat of the moment start to rise again. His hand slowly moved to her back, slowly beginning to slip lower as he enjoyed the feel of her body against his. He knew exactly where he wanted to take this, but he still held himself back for the moment. His eyes moved to her neck once again, tempted to steal more kisses from her.

she giggled, "Jace? What are you up to?" She giggled

Jacaerys looked down at her again, A soft smile came to his face as he realized she had seen what he was doing. His hand stilled, now resting upon her lower back as he looked into her eyes. "Nothing, my Lady, I just wanted to see if you were feeling any more... comfortable now," he replied, glancing down at her chest again.

"I am feeling comfortable, tried but comfortable why?"

"I was just curious. I know that what we have just done was... intimate." Jace looked down at her once again, feeling the heat rising in his body as he looked at her. His hand on her back had slipped lower, his thumb starting to rub the top of her ass. He wanted her to know he hadn't forgotten where he intended to take this, but he wanted to hear her answer this question first.

she blushed a little "Yes? It was. It was very intimate. And I enjoyed it very much and thanked my sweet betrothal greatly for giving me such a ... Thrill. Humm I take it he now wants to play with something else?"

Jace raised an eyebrow, his own body trembling with excitement as his hand continued to rub the top of her ass. He couldn't help but notice her blushing as well. He took it as another sign that she was willing to be so playful after what they had just explored, and he loved that she felt so comfortable with him. "Well, my Betrothed, I... may have had something else in mind... but I would only want to if you are up for it my sweet"

she blushed slightly but she smiled "My betrothed is more than welcome to do whatever it is he has on the mind as a thank you for supplying me with such pleasure"

Jace could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, but she seemed to be quite enthusiastic about what they were doing. He felt a surge of energy flow through him as he realized that she was giving him such open freedom to explore her body. His thumb continued its rubbing, and he made little attempt to conceal what had grown from his excitement. "Well, my Lady, that is quite the invitation. I'm sure you are not prepared for how much I intend to take advantage of this..." he whispered,

"I'm sure I am not but willing all the same"

Jace could feel it now, his excitement was almost at a breaking point, his body trembling in his anticipation for the next part. He leaned down to kiss her, not a tender one this time but a bold one that betrayed his wants and desires. He pushed her back slightly, beginning to move his hand down between her legs towards where he wanted to explore. Jace's hand moved between her legs, his thumb hovering just above where he wished to enter. He couldn't believe she was actually giving him this much leeway in the moment. He was already imagining going even further, but he wanted to focus on her pleasure for now. He looked back down at her face, finding her blushing as he made his approach. She looked so innocent, yet she had been such a naughty little girl in terms of her desires. He was starting to wonder just how much more he could get away with. He moved his hand to meet her sweet lips and stroked between them his fingers soon found her pussy and slipped in without concern, his thumb gently circling her clit, Jace could see how excited he was making her, and was only further enticed by the idea.

She was so receptive to him, Y/n squealed in response given he had already made her cum since their bath began and now he was tormenting her once more, her hands grabbed his wrist between her legs

Jace was almost entirely focused on her pleasure at this point, the power and ability to make her squeak and moan with simply his touch making him feel incredibly powerful. He could feel her grabbing his wrist, and he wasn't sure at this point whether she wanted him to go further or stop. He decided to test the waters, and his finger began to push inside her.

she screamed and threw her head back her breasts coming above the water as her body trembled in response

Jace's face was almost entirely red at this point, the sight of her body and the sound of her screams sending his body into overdrive. His body was trembling in response to the sight of how his touch was making her respond, and his eyes were glued on her every reaction to his touch.

she screams and squeals louder then he had ever heard a woman scream as if she was screaming bloody murder for him the sounds of them moving in the water inaudible over her squeals her body blushing red and squirming on him trying to resist her hands clamped around his wrist

Jace was incredibly excited to hear these sounds coming from her, and he could not resist the urge to explore further despite the grip she had on his wrist. He continued to push gently, his finger starting to move in and out slowly. His eyes were glued on how her body was responding, and every twitch and convulsion was making him crave her even more.

she moans loudly his name falling like a waterfall from her lips her head thrown back

Jace found himself utterly speechless, his body tingling as he listened to the sounds coming out of her. The way she let out his name in those sweet squeals and moans was more enjoyable than anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to continue, moving his finger faster and faster to gain a better rhythm.

she continues all her squirming more words now fall from her lips "Jace .. please... Stop..." She begged but breathy and desperately she didn't want him to stop she tried to hide how excited she really is

Jace began to feel conflicted, the way she said his name with such desperation and desire was almost overwhelming. However, he couldn't help but notice that she was telling him to stop, and it was tearing at him inside to hear it. He wanted nothing more than to ignore it and keep going, but his mind would not allow it. He stopped his fingers as he looked up at her, seeking her permission to continue.

as he stopped she kissed his lips and moved herself slightly in the bath she moved to her knees and leant her head on the rim of the stone tub jace immediately noticed this made her bent over as she gasped as blushed, The sight of her bending over was the final push he needed to ignore the voice in his head that was trying to stop him. He was enjoying her body too much to stop, and he couldn't help but feel confident that she wanted him to keep going. The way she had moved herself made it very clear what her intentions were, and he was determined to give her more of what she needed and wanted. Jace didn't hesitate any longer, his hand starting to move up behind her. She was bent over the rim of the bathtub so this left her rear vulnerable and accessible. He ran his hands up her thighs, finding she had spread her legs slightly. He couldn't resist a quick squeeze of her ass before his hand started to move upwards between her thighs, moving up closer and closer to where he wanted to go.

she squealed a little feel his squeeze but she uncontrollably moved to spread more feeling his hand

Jace had never felt a body react anything like this before, and it sent his own desires into overdrive. Her reaction to his hand squeezing had him wanting more, and he began to move his hands gripping her and forcing her so she was spreading for him more so it was easier to explore. He couldn't believe how willing she was to let him do this. He was just as surprised at the way her hips tilted back further at the feeling of his hand reaching between her legs once more, Jace tried to keep things slow, wanting to make this last as long as possible, however every inch of her he discovered only made him want to go a little bit deeper and explore even further. With a boldness he had not known he was capable of. He found himself trembling with his own desire.

Jace looked up to see how much she had spread her legs now, enjoying the sight of her bent over before him.

she gasped and blushed hard with his every touch so much she began whining "Jace... Please..."

Jace looked back up to her, finding her face was now redder from their interactions. Her whinning only increased his own desires, He couldn't resist, Jace let out a soft chuckle, hearing her begging him he was enjoying the feeling of that dominance within him. He had never felt anything this enjoyable before, and the way she was reacting was only fueling him more. His hand continued to move his fingers in and out of her, getting faster and faster with her begging. He let himself take in the beautiful sounds coming from her as he made her beg for more. He was still somewhat hesitant, but he felt that urge building within him, driving him to a point where he couldn't resist anymore.

she begged him loudly screaming it "please more Jace please no more of your hand I beg you, please take your hand away please give me something else you what I want I need Jace please give it to me my love"

Jace's eyes widened to hear her begging for more, and he became even more confident as she screamed for him. Almost as if she was giving him permission to go in whatever direction he wanted. The way she had described this "something else" he was giving her only enhanced his excitement. Jace could not resist the urge to take her up on her offer, the way she was screaming for him to give her something else driving him into a frenzy. He smirked “As you desire my sweet,” getting a good grasp of her backside. He pushed her a little further forward, so he had enough access to give her exactly what she was begging for.

Jace began slowly giving himself a few short strokes but he was already more than hard enough so he moved closer and gently slipped inside which made her squeal out in desire at finally getting what she wanted, Jace pushed further Her entire body trembled with how deep he was now, and he felt her insides clamping around him as she screamed loudly. His body responded in kind, his breathing speeding up as his desire rose higher and higher.

He grabbed her hips hard his mind filled only with a desire for her, for this feeling, for his release, he never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to go slow and enjoy it forever but he had little control over himself as his hips buck and thrust mindlessly fueled by her ever-growing moans and screams of pleasure she screams his name as if his name is all that is keeping her alive, until her whole body trembles and shakes, her insides tighten around him, her voice breaks and shreds, her mouth hung open in a long throaty scream, as she hits her orgasm which Jace struggled with the feeling of and in turn lost any control of himself he still had his body working on its own for rapid jackrabbit like thrusts before he quickly forced himself away and sent his seed across her back,

"Fuck-" he grunted before his knees gave out and he lay against the bathtub letting the warm water cradle his exhausted body, y/n too slowly moved with what little energy she had until she laid beside him the two cuddling up lazily as they gasp in the heat of the water. “I uhhh I don’t know what came over me there…”

“I didn’t mind Jace,” she giggled,

“I’m sure you didn’t,” He smirked, “I didn’t either honestly,”

“I know one thing though,”

“Oh? What’s that my sweet?” He asked wrapping his arms around her,

“I cannot wait till we’re married Jacaerys,” she giggled,

“I can’t wait till we’re married either Y/n,” He smiled pulling her into a kiss,

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Mrs Dawkins P40 - P44

Media - The Artful Dodger (Mrs Dawkins Series) Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n Everset Rating - Smut + Sad

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I blushed hard as he stroked my inner thighs with his rough fingers, he kissed my lips then his lips trailed down my jaw, down my throat, sliding down my sternum, his kisses becoming sloppy and wet as he salivated the closer he got, he glides his tongue across my hip before he stopped a moment his eyes met mine with a dark smug smile across his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to my mound then ran his nose across where he kissed never breaking eye contact with me, he did so again slightly lower,

"Jack I... I..." I stuttered as blush flooded my cheeks,

"I know, I'll be gentle," he whispered as he kissed the very tip of my mound and lips and with one quick flick of his tongue between my lips he stroked across my clit, it was barely a second but I felt this jolt of pleasure and my eyes went wide, he chuckled smugly and slyly before he took a hand from my thigh he slid his fingers up my lips and then pushed them apart, "You ready?"

"Yes..." I gasped,

he nodded and kissed my clit moving his hand back to my thigh as now the position of his face was buried enough to keep it open and his kisses didn't stop. I gasped and groaned trying not to squirm but my hips did so uncontrollably he held my thighs down to stop me, his kisses were teasing and slow, slopping wet, his lips warm and soft. He groaned and moaned between my legs as he spent up his kisses letting them build more and more passionately until he was making out with my clit,

"Ohhh Jack..." I gasped throwing my head against my pillow,

He groaned before he held my thighs tighter his fingers digging into the soft tender skin, he looked up and made eye contact with a dark lustful gaze I had never seen before, as he flicked his tongue to begin to lick gliding his tongue in clockwise circles as he kisses my clit,

"Ughh Jack!" I squealed a little but stopped myself before I was too loud,

this only seemed to fuel him getting more and more intense now starting to suckle on my clit between his licks and kisses burrowing his head as close to me as he could as he utterly consumed me, my own wetness and his saliva covered his lips and soaked down his chin. "You are too perfect my darling Y/n," he purred between kisses,

I only felt the fire in my stomach burning more with his words as I writhed against my bed and My hand trailed down to coil in his blonde locks as he only continued to mercilessly work on my swollen clit and dripping cunt he would seldom do so but he would lick from with a flat tongue from the very bottom of my entrance to the tip of my clit even briefly allowing his tongue to slip inside me,

I began to have to muffle my screams so I pushed him back, "Jack, please... I'm-"

"I know," he taunted, "I wanna make you cum. I want to devour your cute little cunt until you cum."

"I know... but I want more," I whined,

"More? Umm!" He groaned moving to kiss my lips with the same verticality he ate me out with the taste of myself on his lips and tongue and he pulled back with a smug grin, "Say you want it. Say it my darling," He growled,

"Please, Jack... Make love to me,"

"I've already been making love to you," he smirked whispering his dark words against my lips, "Say you want me to fuck you, you want me inside you, you want me to ruin my little darling" he commanded,

I blushed but I pulled his lips into an intense kiss and whispered against his as I pulled back, "I want you inside me jack,"

"UGhhhhhh fuck!" He moaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut a moment before he looked back at me his bottom lip between his teeth as his chest rose and falls quickly with passionate breaths, "As you wish my darling,"

His hands slipped down to my hips and pushed my thighs apart again, he moved myself between them and stood up on his knees. His hand moved to his shaft and he gave it a few testing strokes making sure it was at its full stiffness. I admit I was nervous to be laid here like this, to know this was really happening but I wanted it so bad I didn't care. He began to tremble, a little so I stroked his arms reassuringly, which slowed his trembling. He took my hand and kissed it before he returned the hand to my hip.

"Are you ready Y/n?"

"I'm ready Jack," I nodded,

He nodded and moved slowly closer, holding the base of his shaft in his hand as he moved closer. It was slow and get also sudden in a strange way, as I felt the heat of his skin press against me, he watched vigilantly being careful of making any mistakes, I felt him slowly move to push in moving deeper inch by inch, I felt my body stretch around him as he glides inside, it was a strange sensation much like his fingers, to feel something stiff filling such a place usually empty, I felt sort of stuffed in a way I suppose as I shifted and adjusted to the size and the feeling of it.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." I nodded,

He smiled down at me and brought his other hand to my other hip, he began to roll his hips moving back and forth inside me, I gripped the sheets already feeling overwhelmed by pleasure forcing myself to hold back moans and my eyes rolled back, his movements slowly gained speed slowly moving in a massaging and rhythmic pace that only stoked the fire in my stomach, I wrapped my legs around his hips which only made him move even faster, Jack's eyes squeezed tight and he bit his lip hard grunts and groans trapped behind his teeth, he seemed to pulse and convulse inside me as his pace quickens and his rhythm became more reckless.

I arched my back and felt my walls fluttering around his cock clenching slightly which only seemed to cause him more pleasure, his hips almost spasmed inside me as if he has no control of his own movements.

My mind flooded with ecstasy at the overwhelming desire, choking back my own moans. My hips squirm and writhe against my bed, my back arches up, my vision is flooded with stars and darkness, my legs squeeze him, my mouth waters, my toes curl my ankles locked in the small of his back, goosebumps across my skin, the sound of my sheets shifting under us, of my bedsprings squeaking, of my bed hitting the wall, of both of laboured gasps, of our warm skin smacking into one another as our hips strike, of our restricted grunts and groans, both of our bodies coated in a sheen of hot sweat.

Jack's fingers grip my hips harder as his thrusting soon becomes pounding leaning down to kiss and bite my neck and the top of my chest letting me hear his desirable sounds much more, his whole body starting to shudder as he sucks in sharp deep breaths,

Until I hit it.

I came undone completely crying out as my eyes watered, flooding pleasure across my body, every inch of me felt like it was on fire as my muscles tensed and my body quivered. I cried out his name and for a few more seconds I fell on the highest of hills before I suddenly dropped and my body went limp against my sheets, a few small jolts of aftershock before it happened for him too.

He threw his head back as he sat up completely his eyes closed tight, his jaw hung open as he let out breathy and deep groans from the back of his throat, his hips jerk and stutter towards me as his body goes still, his knees buckle a little against the sheets but he manages to stay up, as I felt him suddenly release and spill inside me. His body went limp but he still kept himself up resting a hand on my lower stomach and pushing down with his hand as he slowly thrusts a few more shaky times milking every last drop of himself and his pleasure with each thrust with a long and throaty moan, pushing me down with his hand to ensure he got as deep and as full as possible.

"Fuck..." Was the first word that left his lips,

"Yeah... fuck..." I nodded,

He chuckled a little, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I gasped, "you were amazing,"

He blushed a little, "So were you," He slowly pulled out and laid down beside me as we both took a moment or two to collect ourselves, "Sorry..."

"For what?"

"I was... gonna pull out... kinda got lost in the moment..."

"It's okay" I smiled giving him a soft kiss, "It'll be fine,"

"And if it isn't?"

"Well, I guess we'll have to get married faster,"

He laughed, "Yeah guess we will,"

"Really did I do okay?" I asked laying my head on his chest,

"You were perfect my darling," He cooed playing with my hair, "The very best,"

"Really?" I asked and he nodded, "You're only saying that,"

"No I mean it." he smiled, "If I wasn't already going to marry you, tonight would have convinced me completely," He smugly chuckled, "How as I?"

"I have nothing to compare,"

"But..."

"But... Very very good,"

"I'm glad I could delight you, darling," he laughs, "You think we'll do that.. more once we're married?"

"I'm sure of it, Every night!"

"Ev- Every night?!" He asked, "I must have really impressed you,"

"You certainly did," I nodded, "I can barely wait till we're married,"

"I can barely wait either," He cooed,

We shared a sweet kiss and tucked the covers around us, my head on his warm chest my fingers playing with his, "This will be our first night... in the same bed,"

"Lots of firsts tonight," he chuckled, "I shall savour tonight, as the first of many more nights in your arms," He cooed kissing my fingers,

"Ummm I love you Jack,"

"I love you too y/n, Come on lets get some sleep,"

"Okay, Goodnight,"

"Night,"

I woke happier than I ever remember being, my body warm with the soft covers knitted around my body, I laid cradled in Jack's soft arms, my cheek against his peck, my hand rested on his stomach, the sweet scent of his body filled my nose, the sound of his breaths below me and the birds singing their beautiful song.

I smiled and giggled a little looking up at his peaceful face as he slept, his fluffy bedhead of hair.

"Ummm Don't you laugh at me." He grumbled,

"I wasn't,"

"I heard you giggling darling,"

"Just a Little giggle, you look very cute when you are sleeping,"

"Do I?" He chuckled opening one eye to look at me, "Well you look very beautiful sleeping, or awake. But I admit waking up to you has a very special beauty,"

I smiled widely,

"You think I could get a morning kiss?"

"Umm the first good morning kiss of what I'm sure shall be many" I smiled,

"I know it will be" he cooed pulling me up so our lips met sweetly,

We kissed gently and it felt so heavenly to be wrapped up in my bed, the curtains pulled to block the morning light, the sound of the birds still singing, our bodies together in such a sweet embrace.

Till we pulled back and we cuddled up again enjoying the soft morning, neither of us wanting this to end.

I heard a knock on my door and immediately I felt Jack freeze up,

"Shit-" he muttered,

"It's fine, just miss Hardcastle." I smiled, "We have an arrangement, did you want some breakfast?" I asked sitting with my chin on his chest, he relaxed and smiled playing with my hair a little more,

"I would adore some breakfast with you",

I smiled kissing him and knocking on my wall twice, and we heard her footsteps head away,

"That how you order breakfast?"

"Mhm,"

"Huu I have to yell one of the nurses to bring me an egg and then I have to cook it myself" he sighed "I could get used to sleepovers with my sweet fiance,"

"I'm sure you could," I smiled giving his lips a soft kiss,

"Can I ask you something Y/n?" He asked as he stroked my hair,

"Umm? Mhm," I nodded, "What is it Jack?" I sighed happily,

His hand stroked my hair a couple more times before his fingers stroked the red ribbon around my neck and my body froze feeling his fingers against the ribbon, "Why do you wear this?"

My blood ran cold, my body felt sick as my stomach turned, my breath stopped short in my chest and my words froze behind my teeth. I knew he would mention it sooner or later... I mean we are to be married surely someday he would ask this. I just didn't think it would be now. I didn't know how to begin, or even if I wanted to. My first reaction was to get defensive.

"Why?"

"Forgive me," He said, "I was only being curious. You don't have to tell me,"

I felt worse, to deny him what must have seemed to him as so simple. "It- it's hard to explain,"

"How so?"

"It's just..." I began, "Complicated Jack,"

"You don't have to tell me-"

"No... I do... I... I want to." I admit, "I love you, I don't want there to be secrets between us."

"So you will tell me?"

"I will..."

"I don't mind waiting until you're more comfortable to tell me,"

"No, I want to tell you." I nodded, "Can I ask... why you're curious?"

He chuckled, "I don't know," He smiled and stroked my hair, his hand ran down my hair and his fingers brushed my cheek, he stroked down my jaw and cradled my neck his fingers sliding across the ribbon, "I guess I just... I've never seen you without it." He smiled, "Even at your ball you still wore it, all of our dates you have worn it, not once have I seen you go without it even in your nightie." he explained,

"I know..."

"I mean... I don't mean to be crude here darling, but... I have seen you naked? I have had my lips on many inches of you, had my fingers and tongue over the intimate parts of you that no one has ever seen, you have allowed me inside you as the first man to ever do so, you have allowed my eyes on all of you... every inch but one." he explained with a sly smug grin, "Every inch but this." he said gently tugging on the ribbon bow not enough it would undo but enough that I felt it, "What is this that you hide from me?" he whispered,

I held my breath but I sat up in bed, the sheets around me to keep me concealed from the cold air of the morning, I took his hand in mine, kissed it and moved it to my bow he looked into my eyes and I stared back, he slowly tugged on the ribbon the bow loosing slowly before it finally slipped off the red ribbon landing with a flutter on the bed between us, I knew he could see me.

"Becuase I hide it... even from myself,"

His eyes walked over my neck. His face read of shock at first, then of a quiet rage, but melted into sadness a tear welled up in his eye,

"Let me look-" He began reaching for my neck,

"Please. Do not look."

"I'm a doctor." he took my hands in his once more, "Let me look."

I nodded and slowly he moved closer his hands ghosted over my neck as gently as he could checking me over methodically, I did my best not to tremble, not to scream, the feeling of his hands felt soft and even in his grip, I felt safe.

He pulled away and held my hands tightly, "What happened?"

I sighed and met his eyes, I knew this was a secret I couldn't keep forever and if I was to tell him now... I shall tell him everything. "Our life... was not always one of roses and silver." I began, "My father was born to a life of little, rags and bread soup in the slums of London. His family had nothing to their names he made his way doing what he could working himself to the bone just to eat and buy a pair of mismatched shoes. He dreamt of a life better than that... but this world is cruel to those below. When he met my mother... he loved her so endlessly, that man would lasso the moon or drain the sea or any other impossible task just to see her smile. But she too was nothing, a baker's daughter," I explained, "I was born, while they were unmarried, living in a back alley not far from Clerkenwell Green, my parents did everything they could to give me a life but it wasn't enough. My father tried and tried business after business but everything failed before it even began, we had nothing to our name, and one more deal went wrong and... it was over. We had no home, and no money, we faced the workhouses or worse. And my mother... in her moment of weakness knowing there was no future for us, knowing the fate for us," I explained letting my tears fall, "So one night she took me with her on a late night walk, we went to the park and she found a tall tree... there she hung rope. Three of them. One for father. one for mother. and one for me. So we would not suffer and starve on the streets but instead, things would end together without the pain and torment."

"No... She-" he began unable to even speak,

"she lifted me up on her shoulders put it around my neck and stepped away, she watched me as I cried, as I gasped for breath, as I held out my hand and begged her for help, but she only fixed her own."

"How did you survive?"

"My father noticed us gone, and came after us, he broke the rope moments before I slipped away,"

"And your mother?"

"by the time he checked, I was breathing and got to his feet... she was already dead," I explained,

"How old were you?"

"Five,"

"My father promised me that night to keep me safe, and that he would never stop trying to give us a life we could be proud of, a life we would never wish to abandon... and not long after one business of his took off. The money came in, we bought all the things we had ever dreamt of, and brought this house and moved here."

"You have carried this scar since that day?" he asked as he stroked his fingers across the ropes scar that wrapped around my neck,

"I have... but it's hard to face, so I hide it." I nodded, "I will keep it hidden when we are married I know it is not pretty," I began going to take my ribbon but Jack stopped me,

"I think its beautiful," he said,

"You do?" I was shocked,

"Of course, it's part of you." he cooed, "A scar of a life you have lived beyond what I once thought of you, and I think that is truly beautiful," He smiled leaning to kiss my neck and kissing my scar the whole length around my neck, "I will be delighted to see it whenever you feel comfortable enough to show it," He said, kissing my lips.

"Thank you, Jack,"

"You're welcome Y/n,"

I yawned a little as I slipped my nightie on struggling a little as I discovered a large rip in the side of it, I held the ripped fabric in my hand and glanced back to Jack as he sat in my bed,

"Excuse me?" I glared playfully, "what is this?"

For a moment he didn't have an answer clearly the carriage wheels turning in his mind, as he lay there his back against my pillow, his arm behind his head, the sheets around his waist, before he finally gave me an answer, "I was excited," He shrugged,

"I take it then I should not spend a vast amount on a nightie for our wedding night then?" I giggled getting changed slowly into a day dress for today, standing by my mirror slowly getting on all my various layers often meeting Jack's eyes in the mirror reflection,

"I wouldn't, it's just going to end up in tatters on the bedroom floor anyway," He chuckled as he got out of bed and started to dress himself getting his undergarments and his trousers on before he headed over to me with his suspenders fallen around his waist, "Can you blame me? You've made me wait so long," He cooed wrapping his arms around me and kissing my shoulder even in my half-dressed state,

"I haven't made you wait,"

"You're father then,"

"He just wants to do things properly,"

"Screw properly," He chuckled, "I'd have been happy to marry you by the orange tree the day after your ball you know that darling,"

"I know, but he just wants to do what's best."

"I know," He sighed between kisses, "But our wedding cannot come soon enough,"

"It will fly by I'm sure of it,"

"We can only hope, but... until then do you think we can, have a few more little sleepovers?"

I chuckled, "I'm sure we can," I smiled, "Times father goes out, and you're not too busy,"

"I'm sure I'll make time to come see you, darling," He smiled kissing my cheek before he went to continue getting dressed so I finished up with my dress and grabbed my brush to begin working some of the knots from my hair after such a night of activities,

The door knocked suddenly, "Who is it?"

"Just me Y/n," Miss Hardcastle says from the other side of the door,

I glanced at Jack, "It okay-"

"Go for it," he shrugged,

"Come in!" I called sitting on my bed as I kept brushing,

The door opened and Miss Hardcastle came inside with the large tray of breakfast, she came through and she looked between me and Jack, I blushed a little and Jack awkwardly smiled at her as he tossed his shirt between his hands to find the right way to get it on after he had tossed it last night, she set the tray down on the bed beside me, and straightened her dress and turned to me,

"Well... I can't fault your anatomy." She glared before she headed out shutting the door behind her,

"what did she mean?" Jack asked as he tucked his shirt into his trousers,

"What?" I blushed,

"what did she mean she can't fault your anatomy?" He chuckled,

"Nothing..." I answered sheepishly,

"Y/n." He warns,

"I may have... drawn you,"

"Drawn me?"

"Maybe..."

"Awww you are so cute," he cooed kissing my cheek, "That's adorable,"

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you drawing me darling? It's cute," He smiled before he took my brush from me and gently brushed my hair for me,

"Ummmm..." I hummed a little enjoying the feeling of him brushing my hair and putting it into a long braid for me,

"There we are, all beautiful." he cooed kissing my shoulder, "So... do I get to see it?"

"See what?" I giggled,

"You're drawing of me?"

"Oh uhhh..."

"Come on I'm curious,"

"I don't know,"

"I'll draw you too if you want me to," he cooed, "I will warn you I have no skills in drawing so... you may look like a stick figure with hair and boobs,"

I laughed and pushed him away, "After breakfast,"

"After breakfast," he agreed,

We both moved and cuddled up together on the bed as we shared our breakfast,

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Nathan Drake Masterlist

BabyDoll - Smut

Shower - Smut

Haunted Drinks - Sweet

Very Good - Flirty

Secret Work Out - Sexy

Off Menu - Flirty

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Peter Parker Masterlist

Nightie - Smut

Helping - Smut

Gingerbread Spider-Man - Cute

Web Slinger Boy - Sweet

Glasses - Smut

Spider Costume - Flirty

Perfume - Sweet

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Gregory Cromwell Masterlist

Stables - Smut

Pumpkin Soup - Sweet

Garden - Sweet

Household - Sexy

The Princess - Flirty

Calls In The Darkness - Smut

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Malcolm Mclaren Masterlist

Goth Vs Punk - Angst

Negative - Sad

Painting - Smut

Click - Dark

Pet P1 - Smut

Pet P2 - Smut

Pet P3 - Sweet

Cosy - Sweet

SAA - Smut

Daddy All Day - Sweet

Groupie - Smut

Groupie P2 - Smut

Groupie P3 - Smut

Groupie P4 - Smut

The Secretary - Smut

The Secretary P2 - Smut

Don't Worry About It - Scary

Biting - Smut

Corruption - Smut

That'll Work - Flirty

Darling - Smut

Rent P1 - Smut

Rent P2 - Smut

Rent P3 - Smut

Oh Morning - Smut

Drive in - Flirty

Hello Malcolm - Sexy

Little Job - Flirty

Little Job P2 - Smut

Relax - Flirty

Noted - Smut

Songbird - Flirty

Curl up - Sweet

Catty Little Kitty - Sexy

NSFW ABC

Accept - Sweet

Weirdest Christmas Morning - Flirty

Stock Girl

Stock Girl P2 - Smut

Stock Girl P3 - Smut

Stock Girl P4 - Smut

Stock Girl P5 - Smut

I Made You - Angst

Little Birdy - Smut

Kitty - Smut

Work Shift - Smut

Soho Shop - Smut

Good Morning - Smut

Not Here - Cute

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Adam Douglas Masterlist

I'm Scararoused - Flirty

Hi - smutty

Good Morning - Sweet

Adam! P1 - Flirty

Adam! P2 - Flirty

Adam! P3 - Smut & Sad

Adam! P4 - Smut

Adam! P5 - Smut

Adam! P6 - Smut

Adam! P7 - Smut

Adam! P8 - Smut

NSFW ABC

Into Fiction - Sweet

Evidence - Flirty

The Essay Deal - Flirty

The Essay Deal P2 - Smut

Working - Smut

Little Birdy - Sweet

Dorm Room - Cute

Spookyverirsy - Funny

Little Bunny - Smut

NSFW 30

What? - Flirty

Wake Up Call - Smut

Candle - Smut

No Adam - Sweet

Driving Home For Christmas - Funny

Horror Movie - Sweet

The Boy From Classics - Spooky

You're Cute - Sweet

Grading System - Sexy

Come Here - Sexy

Gingerbread First Apartment - Cute

Book Worm - Sweet

A Bat - Cute

My Love - Sweet

Beautiful - Smut

Medication - Sweet

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Casey Masterlist

Bye Bye - Cute

Hey - Cute

Children - Sweet

Go To Bed - Flirty

NSFW 30

Behold - Cute

Sugar - Cute

What is this? - Sweet

Baby Prezzies - Cute

Shopping - Cute

Good Morning - Sweet

Worlds Best Babysitter - Cute

Halloween Outfits - Adorable

Shhh - Smut

Evening - Sweet

Oh Come On - Sweet

Angel - Sweet

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The Hem Of Her Dress - Smut

Little Dove - Flirty

Orland & Ophelia - Sweet

Orland & Ophelia P2 - Sweet

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Orland and Ophelia

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Shela (Fleabottom Smallfolk Girl) Rating - Sweet AF Word Count - 3093

Aegon sits in a tavern down the deep pits of fleabottom, the place dirty, bloody and grim, the place almost empty as the sun begins to rise most heading back to whatever holes they hide in from the light. Aegon sits at a table on his ninth ale, he's hiding down here away from his family and he was a common sight in this place. He had snuck away from the red keep, away from his family and their chaos as he often did. Shela the bar girl walks with her rag cleaning up the mess from the evening in her long brown skirt, white blouse, a small apron and a blade on her hip, her Y/H/C hair pinned up but slowly falling from the night of work,

"Another round." Aegon signals another drink by lifting his tankard. He looks extremely tired. This is a regular, almost nightly occurrence for him to get completely drunk in this place.

"That's the last one," she warns him,

"Another one Shela." Aegon's voice sounded very slurred. He didn't even bother to look at her as he spoke.

"And I said no." She told him, "You've had enough Aegon." She said sternly,

Aegon let out a long sigh as he looked at her with a frown, now turning to face her. She really thought she had that much power to deny him a drink. He was the prince after all. For a moment he stared at her with a scowl on his face. Was she really gonna play that game with him? He then turned back to his empty cup for a moment knowing she was what stood between him and another drink, "Fine."

"You can stay as long as you like, but no more drinking. Else you'll find yourself head first down in the rain pits," she explained picking up his tankard to wipe his table and kissing his head as she took the tankard away and back to the bar so he definitely couldn't have another drink.

Aegon seemed to be contemplating his next move after she took his tankard away. For a moment he even looked like he might go after her with the intent of taking the tankard from her. He needed that drink, but then something stopped him. Perhaps it was the kiss she gave him. Or perhaps it was his own stubbornness and pride. He and Shela had of course kissed before, he had taken her to bed when drunk more than once and even though he knew that the kisses still made his body feel warm, but he snapped at her, "I hate you."

"I'm well aware Aegon,"

"Then why do you insist on staying with me?" Aegon had never really noticed it before but when he spoke, he realized she was the only one who never abandoned him. His parents were too busy, His siblings either resented him or feared him. But here she was, always. He couldn't think of a reason why she would want to stay when he was so drunk and miserable. Why was she?

"Well.. no matter how drunk you get you always pay your tab in gold dragons,” She chuckled, “You get into fights but you never break anything most of the time you fight outside, you’re a very loyal customer. And you can at rare times before a very sweet man."

Aegon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did this woman, a bar-maid for seven hells, actually like him? Did she believe he was sweet? This was absurd. There were so many men in the Seven Kingdoms more worthy of her affections. Men more handsome, more charming, more...perfect. It became obvious to him that it was the alcohol speaking. And perhaps his own loneliness. Aegon tried to shrug these thoughts off and instead waved his hand to wave her off. "Whatever."

"You always get some grumpy when you drink," she chuckled,

Her comment hit a nerve with him. "I am not grumpy." He was silent for a moment before asking her a question as his own curiosity. "Why? Why do you stay? You could have any man you want. Any guy in Westeros. And you choose to hang out with a drunkard, with a prince no one respects and who's not worthy of love?"

"who says you are not worthy of love?"

"Don't you know the things they say about me in King's Landing?" He looked her directly in the eye as he spoke, making sure she was looking at him directly. "I am called a drunk. A fool. An idiot. A disgrace to the Targaryen name. I will never be loved by anyone. Not ever. Because I do not deserve it."

"all kings and lords are drunks. Most are also fools and idiots. The Targaryens have ruled a dynasty longer then anyone can remember, there have been many disgraces Aegon. You will not the the first nor will you be the last I'm sure of it. And I would make a bet one day there will be targaryens even worse then you that will make your crimes and your unworthiness seem like footnotes of history. You have not had time to find your talents with all this madness going on. And everyone deserves love in some way or another," she explained as she came over gave his head another kiss and set down a plate of hash browns and bacon a nice breakfast for him something she never usually served to people,

Aegon was speechless for a moment. He didn't like the fact that she was being so kind. It almost made him feel like...like he was wrong. And he knew better than this. This was the first time that maybe he was actually...wrong. No one had ever talked to him like this. Perhaps there was something to her story....but he still wanted to be stubborn and refuse being wrong. He took a bite from the hashbrown and spoke softly. "I still hate you..."

"I'm sure you do," she chuckled

He ate another bite and then another before he spoke. "Have we ever kissed while I was sober?"

"Not that I recall" she shrugged cleaning sine tankards behind the bar "Then again you’re so rarely sober here... I think I've only seen you sober... Twice... And both of those you were just hungover"

He kept eating his food in silence before asking her another question. "Are you married? I don’t recall ever asking,"

"You’ve never asked, and Not married no, honestly having a husband as a bar maid is sort of an occupational hazard they often get jealous and get beaten up usually. But I do have someone special,"

He stopped eating for a moment, almost choking on the bite he took of food as he processed what she just said. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this. “You DO? But you’ve kissed me so many times… and we’ve-” There was a hint of bitterness in his voice now. She was the first woman who he thought cared about him, and she already had someone.

"yes? Relax I'm not dating my special person it's a very different relationship but I love them very much,"

Aegon raised his eyebrows as he was taken aback by the unexpected answer. So she did love someone else, though apparently it wasn’t in a boyfriend or girlfriend sense. “Then what do you mean by special? Family?” He asked curiously for the first time, about the woman he was kissing and sleeping with so often, but never knew anything about.

"mhm, my twins" she nodded,

Now that was most certainly unexpected. He had no idea she had children. He took a bite of food and then asked her another question. “How old are they?”

"three."

“Boys or girls?”

"both one boy and one girl"

"What are their names?"

"Orland and Ophelia"

He was surprised by their names. They were quite beautiful. He had thought more common names. Aegon had a look on his face of pleasant surprise as he spoke again. "Are you going to give them another sibling?"

"I'm not planning on it but I wasn't planning in having them so if it happens I guess" she shrugged,

"And who is the father of your children?" He wanted to know more about her now and even if he didn't like it the breakfast and this chat was certainly sobering him up,

she didn't answer she simply continued to clean the tankards behind the bar, her eyes on the bar for a moment before she simply looked at him and that look told him all he needed to know, Aegon knew what that look meant, and when he did he almost choked on the last bite of food he had in his mouth. He tried to swallow it down but it didn't seem to go down. Almost like the food was stuck in his throat. All he could do was stare at her in silence after that, not even knowing what to say because he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

The silence between them went on for a bit when Aegon finally cleared his throat and spoke, though his voice was quiet and sounded hoarse.

“Shela Are you saying…?”

"yes. They're yours Aegon."

A long silence followed, as he looked at her in disbelief. His mouth was open and his eyes widened. Finally he spoke in barely a whisper. "You're joking?"

"Why would I joke about that? You think having a couple of Targaryen bastard's running around is something I'd like to be advertising?"

His eyes widened even more at the realization. The twins were his children. His blood. His flesh and bone. The thought alone overwhelmed him. For a moment he just stared at the ground. He was a father. And he had no clue. He was ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he had not been there for her, for them. He turned his head to look up at her again. "How long....how long have I been a father?" his voice trembling,

"well the twins are three. So add nine months from that. And I was pregnant about a year before the twins too but… I lost it"

"Oh gods...how come you never came to tell me about this?" He seemed hurt by that thought. She had his children. His blood. he'd been missing their lives for all this time.

"I did. I told you both times as soon as I knew. However, you were drunk and didn't care"

This had shocked him again. He didn’t even remember her telling him. He was so drunk all the time he couldn’t remember such things. Aegon tried to remember those memories but realized they were lost in the haze of alcohol that had clouded his past. He sighed as he realized not only did he have two children. He also missed his chance to be with the woman who truly cared for him and that in some strange way deep in his soul… he loved. He was a fool. He finally spoke again, his tone sorrowful. “Do they know about me?”

"of course they do"

He seemed surprised by that. He let out a long exhale and leaned back in his seat. His face had an expression of sadness and regret, but he tried to keep it hidden. It was his fault that she had been raising them alone for this long, and it was his fault that he was missing so much of their lives. He finally spoke with this mixture of emotions inside of him, the words laced with sadness. “Can I meet them?”

She set the tankard down, she checked the tavern was empty but the two of them. She went and locked the doors and drew the blinds clearly fearful of someone seeing her children and it became clear why, she unlocked the door that led to the basement apartment she and her children lived in and she called them up. And soon enough two happy little three year olds came into the bar, both had bright Targaryen blonde hair, Y/E/C eyes like Shela's, they wore decent clean clothes for smallfolk and seemed very happy little Ophelia even had a bunny stuffie under her arm,

Aegon's heart melted the moment he laid eyes upon his children. His son and daughter. A son and a daughter. The twins he had never known about. His children. He couldn't quite believe his eyes. And the way they came in so happily...he suddenly felt like a horrible father for being absent in their lives until now. But they didn't care. They were just happy at the sight of their father. That thought alone almost brought him to tears. He smiled at the sight of his children and waved them over. He had to meet them. He had so much to make up for. They were both so adorable. He hadn't felt this warm in a long time. The warmth he got after drinking was nothing compared to the warmth he got from seeing his children. His beautiful children.

Ophelia happily skipped over and hugged his leg, Orland was more tentative slowly walking over and sitting across from him, He gently bent down and picked Ophelia up, hugging her and holding her in his arms. He looked at her for moment before he spoke, his tone full of warmth. "Hello, little one."

Orland didn’t say a word, and Ophelia giggled happily at being picked up and sat on Aegon’s knee she nodded and took her bunny plushie moving it to use the plush to kiss Aegon’s cheek

"He is a bit... Standoffish" Shela explained fixing Orland's hair, "she however is a giggle pig" Shela smiled giving Ophelia a tickle and making her giggle like crazy

Aegon laughed aloud as he watched Ophelia being so affectionate. She was a sweet child. He also smiled and looked at Orland. He seemed to be the opposite of his sister. He was shy, stoic and quiet. He didn’t say anything as he sat across. Aegon smiled and waved for Orland to join him on his lap. He wanted to hold both this sweet children, his children.

Orland didn't move but he spoke "where have you been daddy?"

"Orland. Don't be rude" Shela said

A tear escaped Aegon’s eye at Orland’s words. He had not expected that question, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. He understood why he would ask that. Aegon was still their father after all. He wiped away his tear and spoke softly, he didn’t feel like he deserved the title of father but he was willing to fight for it. “I’m here now,”

"but mummy says your important, that's why you don't visit us. Mummy says it's not safe for you to visit us cause your family is all big and important" Ophelia said,

"We're bastards." Orland snapped. "That's why you don't come to see us,"

"Orland! What have I told you about that word!" Shela told him off

Aegon listened to them as they spoke. They knew they were bastards. He listened quietly to them as they spoke. He wanted them to know that he did not agree, "I am your father. You may be bastards as well, but that does not change the fact that you are MY children."

"we missed you daddy," Ophelia giggled

He was touched by the words. They'd missed him. How could he have missed such wonderful children? How could he have not known about the most precious beings in the world? He was ashamed of himself all over again now. But he was grateful to her that she had raised them so well. He chuckled softly as Ophelia giggled, holding her tightly with one arm and then patting her head with the other. His eyes went back to see Orland and he smiled again. "Can I hug you as well, Orland?"

Orland shook his head "you're just going to leave again, run off back to the red keep and never see us again, you'll get drunk and forget we exist -"

"Orland!" Shela said

"No! He's just going to leave us again. We're bastards, he can't stay with us, he will never want to stay with us he just wants to live in the castle with his royal family. We're just some bastards he doesn't care about us. And when you become king it'll get us killed when someone finds out"

This hurt Aegon. It hurt him more than any pain he had felt before. Orland was right, wasn't he? This is exactly what he did before. He left them. But he had been too stupid to see it. Aegon put Ophelia down and went to wrap his arms gently around his son. "You are not just some bastard's. You are my children. Yes I was an idiot. I was drunk and I forgot about you. But I will not leave you again. I promise."

Orland trembled clearly wanting to hug him back "But your just going to leave go back to the red keep and we won't ever see you again"

Aegon squeezed him gently to reassure him the moment he saw his son trembling. He would not let his son feel afraid of him anymore. "No. I don't care what they think there. I don't care what my sister thinks or any other person there thinks. My home...my real home now is with you. I won't leave you again. You are my children. And I love you no matter what."

"what about when the king's guard come looking off you, or your family, what happens when the king dies and your needed to be king. You'll leave us. You'll abandon us again. Kings guard will kill us for being bastard's" Orland hugged him but cried in fear

Aegon squeezed him gently and held him for a few seconds before speaking. He didn’t want his son to have fear and worry about such things. He would protect them no matter what happened. “No one will ever hurt you. If someone comes looking after me, I’ll make sure I’m strong enough to protect you. And if I have to become king then I swear to the gods that I will not abandon you ever again. The only thing that matters is you and your sister and I love you both.”

Orland trembled but decided to nod and trust him for now, Ophelia smiled and joined the hug so Aegon had both his children in his arms which made Shela chuckle, Aegon smiled at the sight of them both in his arms, their bodies tightly pressed against his. They were warm and soft and for a moment those four felt like a perfect family. The thought made him want to tear up, how could he have been so foolish before? He would do better. He would be the father they needed. He would never leave them again. They were going to be his entire world now.

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As I sat on my bed, I took the time to carefully shine my shoes that had gotten muddy earlier. I had decided to skip gun class and stay in my room instead. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from down the hall. I immediately became alert and thought about the possibility of having to hide. As the steps got closer, I quickly hid my shoes and any other items that might give away my whereabouts. I crouched down next to my bed, waiting for whoever was outside to enter. The door flew open and I saw Y/n standing there in her usual dress with her hair tied up. I couldn't help but feel a rush of fear and excitement all at once, wondering what she might be doing here.

"Timothy Latimer!" She yelled,

Ohh no... She's mad,

My heart raced. I knew she was angry, but I had no idea what I had done wrong. Without a second thought, I dove under my bed and tried to control my breathing. I could hear her moving around the room, searching for me. Every sound she made sent shivers down my spine. I prayed that she wouldn't find me, that I could stay hidden until she calmed down. It felt like an eternity as I lay there, waiting and hoping that she would give up her search. But she comes right to the bed so I can see her boots,

"Tim!" she glared,

"...No..." I answered,

"Timothy!"

"Nope..."

"Timothy Latimer come out from under the bed,"

"No... not here..."

"Timothy! I am not asking again!"

"Not here... go away,"

"Not here?!"

"No, not here."

"Then who am I talking too?"

"Uhhh... I... am... the blanket,"

"The blanket?"

"Yes, I am the blanket,"

"Timothy you have five seconds to come out from under that bed and face the consequences for what you've done or I am dragging you out,"

"... Can I know why I'm being punished?"

"no."

"Do I get to know the consequences?"

"No."

"then I don't wanna come out..."

"why not?"

"You're gonna yell at me,"

"Yes. I am."

"Please don't be mad Y/n,"

"I'm already mad, you're just making me more angry,"

"...Please don't yell at me,"

"I. am going. to count. to three."

"Y/n please-"

"One."

"But I-"

"Two."

"I'll come out if you promise not to yell at me!"

"... fine,"

I slowly crawled out from under the bed, meeting eyes with her. "Hi y/n,"

"hello timothy,"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes. yes, I am." she explained, "You are in big trouble," She said grabbing the tip of my ear,

"Oww, owww, owww," I whined as she dragged me out of the room, "what did I even do!"

"You know what you did!"

"I don't! that's why I asked!"

"Please just tell me y/n, I'm sorry,"

"You were spotted climbing the tree next to my window last night when I had a bath."

"Oooh..." I gulped, "Would me saying you looked beautiful help?"

"It will not."

"Ohh dear, please don't kill me,"

"Ohh I won't kill you, but you're going to the kitchens and getting your eyes scrubbed."

"Nooooo please!" I begged but she just dragged me by my ear towards the kitchens no matter how much I screamed,

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I headed down the hall of the house we were staying in for the next few days while this drug trial was run, I walked down the hall and popped my head in Y/n's room. She was in my classes so we knew each other very well often studying and hanging out, we both heard about the trial so signed up and both got picked out. I took my pills at breakfast and had been bored ever since so I went to bug her. But when I poked my head through the door I saw her lying on the bed just staring at the ceiling,

"Uhhh hi, Y/n,"

"Hi," She waved, "...person,"

"It's Adam, y/n."

"Ohh hello Adam,"

"what uhh... whatcha doing?"

"layin'. lookin'. considerin'"

"Cool," I nodded as I headed into the room and sat on her bed with her, "What are you looking at?"

"ceiling."

"...right, you uhh you feeling okay?"

"Fine..."

"I uhh I take it the medication is kicked in,"

"Mhm,"

"Hu... it's strange given I feel totally fine,"

"You're on sugar,"

"What?"

"To keep the control of the experiment one person a day is given a sugar pill, not the medication,"

"How... do you know that?"

"I watched the doctor's assistant put the pills out and one person gets a pill from a different pot every day, so either one person is on a sugar pill and everyone else is medicated or one person is medicated and everyone else is on sugar pills,"

"Interesting, that would make a lot of sense actually," I nodded, "So how are you feeling being medicated?"

"I am a cloud,"

"You're on a cloud?"

"I am. The cloud."

"Are you now?" I chuckled, "You are a very cute little cloud,"

"You're a cute little waffle,"

"I'm a waffle am I?"

"Mhm, waffle boy." she giggled, pulling me to lie down with her I chuckled a little, "Waffle," she booped my nose with her finger,

"Yes okay I'm a waffle," I chuckled, "if that makes you a happy little cloud,"

"No."

"No?"

"No cloud, Now I shall be syrup," she laughed before she laid herself on top of me,

"Okay," I laughed, "you be the syrup on my waffle,"

"Mhm," she nodded nuzzling close to my chest,

"What's going on here then?" The doctor running the trial spoke up from the door,

"Hey, uhhh whatever dose she's on. I think it needs to be lowered." I told him,

"Could be right," He nodded, "bring her down to the office," he said before he heard away,

I nodded and tried to get up but she wouldn't move, so I picked her up to carry her, "Come on syrup, waffles gonna take you to see the doctor"

"Okay..." She sighed nuzzling my neck,

"Come on then, down we go little syrup," I chuckled carrying her downstairs,

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Samuel sat down on the staircase of his little house, everything felt as if the world was falling for him, Samuel had never had an easy life. Born to a mother with serious mental health problems, and a father who drinks, smokes and gambles himself beyond excess. But he had felt some peace of late, and it had all come crumping down. His mother had run off, his father had gotten them so far into debt the family had not a single dime to their names, men were coming around threatening and asking for their father, because his father had taken what little they had pawned off and ran off to the casino, and it was unlikely he was going to come back, his brother becket had gone out three days ago and had not yet come back without a word to samuel where he was going, and now Samuel had come home after a day of reciting Shakespeare on street corners with a whole five bucks to get himself through to find the landlord had bolted the house and left everything his father hadn’t already taken left in a backpack on the front step for samuel to take with him. He didn’t cry, he just sat on the step with the bag and his five bucks in hand trying to think what he was to do.

"Hey, Sam!" A voice catches his attention, he looks up and sees Y/n the girl who lived in the house next door,

Y/n heads down the street, In a pair of combat boots, some high-waisted black jeans, a sheer net t-shirt with a small red vest over it, a Moto jacket hung over her satchel bag, her hair pulled into two braids that fall down her shoulders,

“Oh, hey Y/n,” He tried to smile at her, “How was… wherever you’ve been?” he tried to strike up a conversation almost as a way to distract himself from everything,

“Fine, same as always.” she shrugged as she came over, “You okay?”

“Uhhhh yeah, I uhh…” He sniffled,

“The place locked up again?” she asked noticing the bolt on the front door,

“Yeah,” He nodded,

“Where’s your dad?”

He shrugged,

"I know, it's hard. I'm sure you'd dad will show up he always does" she says as she sits down beside him on the step,

“He pawned everything we had,” he told her, “He’s gone to the casino, if they don’t shoot him on sight for his debts he’ll get drunk and gamble it all away anyway and then they’ll shoot him. That or he’s gonna get picked up and taken out by one of the many other people he owes.” He explained, “No… he ain’t coming back Y/n,”

“Your mom?”

“My mom ain't be back for five years… if she wanted to be back she would have come home by now.” He said tears starting to fall,

"come here I'll be your mom, I'll take care of you Sammy" she smiled pulling him so he could rest his head on her shoulder, “I mean not literally more like an older sister but you know what I mean,”

Samuel laughed and smiled and buried his face on her shoulder, “Thank you so much, Y/n, I really wish I had an older sister like you…” he muttered tearfully,

"well you have Becket doesn't your big brother take care of you?"

“Not really, he always just steals whatever money he can and runs off till he runs out of money, he just doens’t want to be here,” Samuel explains,

"oh you poor thing," she cooed hugging him tighter,

“Now I don’t know where anyone is, I don’t know if anyone is coming back, the house is bolted and I don’t have any idea what to do…”

“How long have you been sat out here?”

“Four hours…”

"ohh Sammy, you poor thing. It's okay. Come on come with me,"

“What?” he asked in shock,

“Come on,” she just got up holding his hand, and his bag, she leads him next door to her own house, everything inside was much nicer than this, this house actually had doors, the windows weren't broken, and it felt warm. She quickly makes some hot chocolate in the kitchen and hands it to him letting him sit on the sofa with a blanket "Drink up as much as you want, I'll go run you a nice hot bath once you’re done and we'll get in a pizza," she smiled kissing his forehead,

“Wait… Y/n…” he stopped her and as he held her arm Sam's tears flowed down, “You really don’t mind?”

“Course not,”

“I can stay tonight?”

“You can stay as long as you need to,”

“But I don’t have any money-”

“Did I ask if you did?”

“No, but I…” He stuttered “Y… you're so nice to me, but … what would your dad say, if you take in a thief?

"I don't know never met the guy," she shrugged,

“So is it alright if I… stay?”

"you can stay as long as you like, I promise" she reassured, "and even once you go you are welcome to come back any time you like for as long as you like. Eat my food, drink my drinks, use my shower, use the bed, any painkillers or medication you need just tell me. I'll take care of you I promise"

Samuel couldn't contain his feelings and just broke into tears thinking about how much care he needed in his life, and all of that just because you offered him a shelter and a place he could call home. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her shoulder, then he spoke again while sobbing “Thank you… thank you very much, I can't believe how kind you are…”

"awww that's okay Sammy, no need to worry,” she smiled hugging him too she kissed his head and let him hug as long as he needed,

Samuel just stayed there hugging her, feeling so safe and protected in her arms. Every now and then he would say some words but would just end up sobbing into her shoulder. He was shaking from the amount of adrenaline and emotions he felt as he hugged her, his lips were trembling with sadness as he held Y/n close,

“What about your mom? Won't she get mad at you because you took me in?”

"I highly doubt it, she doesn't live here"

Samuel's eyes widen as he hears this, “Wait, she doesn't?! You.. you live here on your own?” He is surprised of course as he assumed Y/n wasn’t that much older than him if not the same age, it did make life easier as they could just care for one another,

"no, I left when I was fourteenth. She was… Not a nice drunk, and she was always drunk. So I left and bounced around the system till I got a solid job and here we are. Trust me you could cost me a hundred bucks a week it's not gonna be a problem,"

“But, what if someone finds out you took me in? They can report us, we can get into trouble…”

"why? Why is it anyone's business?"

“Well, because you know I am a thief, if they find out you are basically sheltering me, they would come for us, I could maybe even be arrested for being in your house and you could be in trouble for that.”

"Sammy you're a pickpocket. You pinch phones and wallets out of strangers' back pockets half the time people don't even know they've been robbed just assume they lost it. Trust me no one is coming after you and even if for some reason they did, I am not going to let them take you just for being in my house. This is my house and I allow whoever I want in it"

“Well, you're right I guess, but still… I don’t want to cause you any trouble”

"I promise you are welcome to stay as long as you like we can get you cleaned up and maybe look into getting you a little job? Or you can just be my little maid"

“Wait, really?” he smiled “You promise I can actually stay with you and help you with house chores” Samuel's eyes sparkled at the thought of being able to have a safe place to stay

"of course, you’re welcome to stay and if you want any help you have only to ask, now… How about I go run you a nice hot bath with some bubbles?"

“Really?!” Sam asks happy and excited, “I would really like it if you did that for me actually…”

“Okay give me a second, you enjoy your hot chocolate,” she smiled as she headed to the bathroom,

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I sat in bed in my nightie already, working on some knitting with the yawn ball rolling around the bed as I worked. The door opened and Rafe came in, he took off his jacket, hat and boots tossing them over the chair, slowly stripping off as he walked until he collapsed face first on his side of the bed in his undergarments,

"How was work?" I asked,

He pulled his head up from the sheets enough to make eye contact glaring at me,

"I only asked," I giggled, putting my hand in his hair, "Grumpy boy today,"

"I've had a long day honey," He sighed as he sat up in bed with me properly, tucking himself under the covers, "Sorry, just been a long tedious day. I don't mean to snap."

"It's alright-"

"no, no I really am sorry. I haven't even given you a kiss yet," he said as he kissed my cheek, "Hello honey,"

"Hi Rafe," I cooed,

"Hello munchkin," he smiled kissing my stomach, "How's he doing?"

"happily kicking away," I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him and let him lay his head in my lap, "Come here, tell me about your day. Tell me all your troubles." I petted his hair,

He sighed and explained everything from the day that had caused him to be grumpy, all while I petted his hair and listened as best I could,

"Ohh you poor thing," I cooed as he finished up,

"Thank you for listening honey,"

"You're welcome," I smiled, "Anything else you'd like to make you feel better?"

"Anything?" He looked up at me,

"Anything that will cheer you up?"

"Could we maybe... you know tonight?" he cooed rubbing his nose on my bump,

"Not tonight Rafe,"

"No?"

"No,"

"Baby giving you too much trouble,"

"Mhm,"

"Okay,"

"Sorry-"

"No no, it's okay if you don't want to." he nodded, "I wouldn't want to make you more uncomfortable honey,"

"Thank you, can you think of anything else that might cheer you up?"

"Well... could I make a request?"

"You may,"

"You... won't think I'm weird?"

"Rafe, I courted you, I married you, I got pregnant with your child." I explain, "You really think I don't already know you're weird,"

"Good point," he nodded sitting up, "So... do you think maybe I could?" He asked holding his hands towards me before curling his fingers in a couple of times as if he was squeezing,

"Really?" I chuckled,

"Please," he whines,

"go on," I rolled my eyes,

"Yes!" He happily moved closer resting his chin on my shoulder and his hands cupping my breasts folding them and giving them gentle squeezes through my nightie,

"You're the best wife in the world,"

"awww, what cause I let you play with my boobs?"

"... yes, but you are also very sweet, loving and beautiful," he smiled, "They are getting so big now,"

"Well baby should be here soon, so they need to be ready,"

"Can I... make another request?"

"Oh?"

"Can I take your nightie down?"

"Yes go on Rafe,"

"Thank you, honey," he cooed happily tugging down my nightie so he could fondle with skin on skin, he happily groped for a good while longer until he spoke again,

"Could I ask.... for another request?"

"Yes?"

"Can I uhh... can I nuzzle?"

I rolled my eyes again putting my knitting down, "Go on,"

"YES!" he happily jumped to lay himself between my legs his hands cupped my breasts and he nuzzled his nose into my chest rubbing his face against me, I pet his hair letting him enjoy himself as he gropes and fondles me often pushing my breasts against his face,

"You think I could make one more request y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Could maybe you let my other head nuzzle and maybe get some kisses?"

"Alright," I chuckled,

"Really?!"

"Yes as you've had such a rough day,"

"Ummmmm!" He moaned as he kissed my lips almost aggressively, "I love you so so much,"

"I love you too,"

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The Agency P2

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet AF Word Count - 1428

I took my suitcases in hand and approached the stoop of the Brooklynn townhouse, Benny shut the door of the beetle and came up behind me,

"Down here." he said as he headed down the stairwell to a lower apartment,

"oh..." I was taken back but I followed a little sheepish,

I walked down after him being careful on the dark stairs, before he headed down a second set so I continued to follow even if the place seemed dirty and smelt like odd socks. He unlocked a tall metal door and headed inside so I quickly went inside.

"... oh." simply fell from my mouth as I saw the place,

It was a basement, the door behind me, a wall to my left with a few backlight switches and a hook where he hung up his jacket and hat, a railing to my right, a shelf of books just down the stairs, A door beside the shelf open that lead to a water closet, the apartment had maybe three lights hung overhead, one over the small kitchen that had perhaps four cabinets and an old battered fridge, a small lamp over the stovetop, one over the table where a vase with some white roses sat, and one above a small living space with no sofa just a pile of pillows on the floor, an old ratted rug, a small foldable coffee table covered in magazines, another two bookshelves filled with books, a round leather ottoman and a matching leather chair, a lamp beside it as well as a lighter stand beside a well-used record player. The furthest wall had a small desk with a stool by a wall of clippings and pictures, the back wall was just plane brick with a few trophies on a ledge, I was shocked to see the shower and bath sitting in the corner beside the fridge with a sink and mirror between the shower and the chair, An interior window and frosted glass door lead to the bedroom where the bed was made up.

I slowly walked down and did my best not to react as my face would give me away, Benny headed through fixing his hair and tidying the coffee table a little pushing the magazines into a pile.

My eyes for a moment caught the glimmer of the knife still on his belt, and one single thought ran through my mind.

'Oh god... He's gonna kill me. He has a knife. this is the basement of a serial killer. I am gonna be freaking skinned and made into soup!'

"It's not much but... it's home," He said,

"Mhm," I nodded,

"What do you think?" he asked,

I thought for a moment before squeezing on the handle of my suitcase and forcing out some words, "It... is... cosy."

he chuckled, "Yeah, that's uhhh one way to put it," he nodded, "Here let me," He took the cases from my hands and tossed them on the bed, "Did you fancy a coffee?"

"Ohh uhh yes please," I nodded,

"Alright, take a seat and make yourself cosy," he smiled indicating to the rest of the apartment,

I nodded so he headed to the kitchen, I gulped but slowly headed deeper into the apartment, I smoothed my dress under me as I took a seat on the leather chair, having to put my feet to the side as the chair was so low. I looked around a little and caught my eyes on the box of records beside the player, so I flicked through them a little seeing the sort of music he had. "You mind I put some music on?"

"Oh no go ahead, you take cream or sugar in your coffee?"

"Both, in decent helpings please."

"Hu, I'm a black coffee myself." he said, "I should have creamer in here..." he opened his fridge and I saw it was pretty empty with only some milk, some creamer, some cheese and a very battered pad of butter. "Ahh I do, and it... is in date that's surprising,"

I did chuckled a little until I found an album I liked so I took it from the dust cover and the cardboard sleeve sat it on the player and dropped the needle down to soon enough hear Waterloo Sunset by the Kinks playing from it,

"Ooohh good choice," he chuckled as he brought me over my coffee in a paper takeaway cup,

"Thank you," I nodded taking a tender sip,

"You're welcome," He smiled sitting his on the table, he brought the Otterman over and took a seat on it.

For a while we each just sat sipping our coffee, luckily the music filled the quiet air. Until he broke it,

"So?"

"So..."

"I suppose we both have... a lot of questions,"

"I'm sure we do," I nodded, "One each?"

"One each," he nodded, "So, why did you sign up for the agency?"

"Loaded the first question," I blushed a little, "Uhh well... I uhh I had been unsuccessful for many, many years and frankly, I just got tired of trial and error, just sort of wanted to have an understanding of intentions." I explained, "Plus my parents... not so subtly pushed me,"

He chuckled, "Yeah, I get that. kinda the same reason I did. No dating, not messing around just straight to the point," He nodded, "You're turn,"

"Uhh well... why is there a window into your bedroom?"

He laughed, "I don't actually know, I promise I'm not a weirdo." He says,

"You do seem relatively... normal,"

"Normal? My god I'm hurt." he joked,

"Sorry," I laughed,

"It's alright, I'm sure normal is a compliment to most people,"

"I meant it as one," I nodded, "You're turn,"

"Ughh well... this is my kinda, first run with the agency, have you been with them long?"

"A couple of years, a couple of false starts but uhh..." I coughed as I didn't want to finish the sentence,

"I won't ask," he nodded, "That's your business,"

"Why do you carry the knife?"

"Ohh... this is for protection," he rested his hand on his hip,

"From?"

"From whatever. Better to be safe than sorry." He smiled, "What do you do?"

"Ohh professional homemaker as of the moment,"

"makes sense," he nodded, "your turn,"

"what do you do?"

"Ohh," He smiled and picked up a magazine from the table and handed it over to me it was a magazine called 'Chess Review' and his photo was on the cover, "I play chess, professionally. Currently, US champion aiming for grandmaster and world champion down the road, Also wrote a chess book so that helps with the finances."

"They mentioned you were big into chess," I chuckled setting the magazine down,

"Yeah, I figured they would," he chuckled,

"I tried to dress accordingly," I looked down at myself,

"Well you look very beautiful," He smiled as he moved a little closer and rested his hand on my own, I blushed as our eyes met, "Sorry I-" he went to move back but I took his hand again and he smiled,

"You're turn," I smiled,

"I know is early, we uhh haven't really known each other that long and this is a pretty BIG decision but can I ask... if you like me? At least the initial introduction of me?"

I blushed but he was right we hadn't known each other very long, but we only had a week to make up our minds if we wanted to call this all off or if we wanted to go through with it so really we both knew our intentions, and we knew the clock was ticking on this decision, "I admit, I do like you benny, you seem very nice, and handsome and I'd really like to spend more time with you,"

He smiled, "Yeah I feel the same way too, I think this could maybe work out between us?"

"I think its possible,"

"Well... I'm happy to take a gamble Y/n," He chuckled, "Oh- shit-" He got up ran a hand through his hair, "I completely forgot," He muttered as he went to the table, he picked up the small vase with the white roses and brought it over, "I uhh I got these for you,"

"Awww thank you," I smiled happily taking the vase and giving the roses a smell, they smell so sweet and fresh, "You didn't have to do that Benny,"

"Well I wanted to get you something, and I thought it might make the place seem a bit more... cosy for you for this week,"

"Well thank you very much Benny that's very kind of you," I smiled giving his cheek a kiss,

"You're welcome Y/n," he blushed a little, "I did book us somewhere tonight... for dinner? if you wanted too?"

"I'd like that,"

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