Where MLBB men like to kiss you! pt.1?
Featuring Marcel, Aamon, Gusion
Absolutely NOT beta read I kinda just wanna get this out so my brain can rest and not yell at me 5 times a day going "you said you were gonna write more! what about yandere ex-husband marcel?!? what about university au marcel?! traitor!! public execution for thee!!"
Marcel;
Lips. Despite your lips being his favorite place to kiss, it's rare that Marcel ever does so. He's not exactly shy, but there is a hesitation to him whenever he leans in, as if he's carefully toeing a line he isn't sure he's allowed to cross. Most of the time it's quick and fleeting, barely more than a soft peck, and always in private. Not really the kind of behavior you would've expected from the seemingly suave and charming Paxley. It is wonderfully adorable how you can catch his ears burning faintly afterwards though.
But it's a different story if you were to push him. There's only so much teasing Marcel can take before he snaps, dragging you away to a corner away from the public eye. While his movements may be somewhat hurried, you can rest assured that his touch would always stay soft and adoring.
Aamon;
Collarbones. Similar to Marcel, Aamon rarely indulges in overt affection, but if there's one place he's undeniably drawn to, it's here. There's just something about the exposed line of your collarbones that drives him slightly insane, like a subtle tease, a glimpse of skin that hints at more without fully revealing it.
And perhaps that's why he likes it so much.
You can see it in the way his gaze lingers before he leans in, the deliberate drag of his fingertips along your skin, the way he always lets out a warm breath onto the most sensitive spots there just to watch you shiver, teasing you. Aamon's kisses there are slow, lingering enough to leave heat behind long after he pulls away. Sometimes, almost absentmindedly, he'll stay there for just a bit longer than necessary - not enough to bruise, but enough to leave the faintest of marks for the next few hours.
Gusion;
The corner of your lips. Gusion has never been particularly good or interested in restraint, especially when it comes to you. Affection comes easily to him, somewhat careless in the way only someone naturally confident can be.
He likes staying close, likes the little reactions he can pull from you with barely any effort at all. A quick kiss at the corner of your mouth, another just along your jaw, always accompanied by that smug little look because he knows that he's teasing you that little shit.
Unlike the more composed Aamon and Marcel, Gusion treats this like a game that he fully intends to win. Teasing comes naturally to him, and he enjoys dragging things out just to watch your ever-changing expressions. Still, beneath all that light-hardheartedness, there's something strangely genuine about it too. When Gusion wants someone (you), he loves loudly, and it shows.
end notes: i took 2 days to write marcel's part why is his one the shortest what. also i apologise for any mischaracterization on aamon's and gusion's part, i was kinda just vibing while writing them lol
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you're jealous and frustrated, so he reassures you. nsfw, fem!reader, p in v, creampie
✩ ft: aamon paxley
“You were jealous?” he groans from above you, his chest rising and falling.
It had been hours since he had you trapped beneath him, and the statement you had been dreading to hear all morning brought a deep flush of embarrassment across your cheeks. You immediately shook your head and reached to cover your face, only to be stopped when he gave you a sudden harsh thrust of his hips.
“Words, baby.”
You cried out in denial, “I— I’m not!”
Aamon let out a huff, using his hand to guide your gaze back to meet his hungry eyes. “Is this why you've been so awfully bratty? Testing my patience?”
This morning, he had to hold an audience with a few noble ladies, handling their exhausting demands that required immediate attention. As a result, your date had been postponed— though he had offered plenty of gifts as compensation, a date you had spent weeks planning together was nowhere near replaceable.
You sniffled against his palm as soft whimpers escaped your lips. He sighed again at your crying state, guiding your hips flush against his as you hooked your legs around him. He leaned down against your neck, letting himself be engulfed by the sweet aroma you gave off, despite the air being heavy with the scent of sex.
He gently gripped your waist as he began to move his hips slowly. He groaned, relishing on how snug and warm you were around him, but as your soft cries reached his ears again, it brought him back down from his high. “You already know you have me all to yourself.” He captured your lips in a fervent kiss, panting. “Fuck, we even share the same last name.” With that, he gave you a sudden, deep thrust.
Your eyes widened at the harshness, an overwhelming mixture of pain and fucking pleasure shoots deep inside of you. You feel your insides churn as you let out a whiny whimper and his cock twitch at the angelic sound. You cry out, “S-slow d-down— ah, please!”
He grunts, his pace unrelenting, but now even faster. “Don’t try—ah- fuck— try to ignore it,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you again, messy tongues colliding with each other as your moans muffled against his lips. “Even if I do spend more time in m-meetings, I always come back to you at the end of the day—a-ah... d-don’t I?”
You sniffled, your tone shaky from the force of his movements as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm nearing had you seeing white. “M’sorry...! hic— won’t do it again!”
He feels himself getting closer from the tightness of your cunt. He stills for a second and leaned back to take in your disheveled state on his bed. You looked angelic yet sinful all at once. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily. “Oh, baby. You don't understand how you make me so fuckin’ crazy, and yet you still doubt me?”
You shook your head immediately, your eyes closing in an attempt to stop your embarrassment but he only found it all adorable. He chuckles lowly behind your ear, “That just means... hah, I’m going to make this night all about you.”
His fingers reached lower to where your bodies joined, his thumb circling your clit slowly. You let out a soft whimper at the added stimulation, feeling yourself teetering even closer to the edge as he started fucking into you again, his fat cock bruising your cervix.
“You’re squeezing me—ah, s-shit- so tight, baby,” he grunted, his hips moving faster as he chased his own release. His thumb rubs faster and with the final sharp thrust, your legs shake and tighten around his waist. You let out a mix of pretty moans and whimpers as your nails rakes down his back.
The way you clamped down on him—pulling him deeper—had sent him over the edge. He came with a hoarse grunt as his cock twitched and he shoots pretty white strings, filling your insides to the brim, and leaving you feeling impossibly full. He leans down, wrapping your bare body in his arms as the room is filled with heavy pants and sighs as he occasionally humps to get everything out and inside of you.
He tilted his head down to glance at where your bodies met, grinding his hips gently, unintentionally rubbing against your clit and you whimper from the overstimulation before he finally pulls out with a satisfied sigh, then laying by your side.
He admires your disheveled state and chuckles softly. “Didn’t know you’d be this messy yet so pretty,” he murmured, but his amusement softened when he noticed your face flush in red with a mix of a tear-streaked face. He gently reaches out to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I truly am sorry for giving you less attention... I’ll make sure to meet you as often as possible. You can even tag along during my meetings. You just never asked before, so I thought it bored you.”
You sniffled, your mind was still a little hazy from your recent orgasm. You looked away in embarrassment as you murmur against his neck,“...That’d make me feel even worse.”
Aamon shook his head in disapproval. “Can’t take back my words, baby. From now on, I’ll make you the happiest and most loved wife out there.”
You pursed your lips, your cheeks flushing, “I already am though...”
His lips stretched to give you a smile as he lets out an amusement huff, “You sure are, darling. Also adorable when she's very jealous.”
Yandere assasins watching you get valentine skin with another yan!assasins. LIKE IMAGINE, ling watch you flexing your new valentine/matching skin with aamon and aamon give him playful smirk AOSNAKAKKAK, I'M CRAVING FOR THIS
Flaunting to ling about your matching valentine's skin with aamon. sfw, gn!reader, a jealous ling hihi
✩ featuring: aamon, ling
Red. That’s all he sees—not the red of hearts on your Valentine’s skin, but the red of jealousy.
Recently, you had received a brand-new outfit, and you couldn’t wait to show it to him. You were all giggles and jumps as you came to him, your body adorned with hues of red and hearts. Ling was slightly surprised when you came into view—he’d never seen you in such beautiful attire. A strange flutter stirred in his stomach.
His task of polishing blades with Melissa was quickly forgotten as he turned his full attention to you.
Melissa noticed his reaction and snickered quietly in the background. But then, that feeling within Ling shattered the moment he saw Aamon trailing behind you. That damned Duke—with matching laces and a matching outfit to yours.
His eyes narrowed briefly before you reached him. A wide grin lit your face as you exclaimed, “Look, look! I finally got my Valentine’s skin!”
Ling nodded as usual, but this time, there was a quick glint of something sharp in his gaze before it returned to normal.
Ignoring Ling’s reaction, Melissa squealed with excitement and pulled you aside where the two of you laughed and giggled with each other.
Meanwhile, the two men were left standing in awkward silence. Their expressions couldn’t have been more different: Aamon wore a smug grin, while Ling’s eyes remained cold.
Aamon, ever noble, gave a polite nod. “Greetings—”
“It doesn’t suit you.”
The Duke paused for a second at Ling’s bluntness but soon smirked mockingly as if the skin was enough to provoke him. “Better than your charm, clearly. Perhaps that’s why fate paired me with the lady.”
Ling’s hand was on his blade in an instant, scoffing as he pointed it toward Aamon. “I’d say you watch your tone, Duke Paxley.”
Unbothered by the threat, Aamon’s smirk only deepened. “Why? Afraid it’ll cut deeper than your wit?”
Ling’s grip tightened as he glared at the Duke, his patience waning. He eventually sheathed his blade back with a huff. “Careful. She really hates arrogant men—”
“Even if fate decides we should be together?”
Really, Ling thinks as his temper snapped.
In a blur of motion, he swung his blade toward Aamon, who dodged it with ease, countering by knocking Ling off balance. The sudden move sent Ling staggering, but it only angered him more. He lunged at Aamon, tackling him to the ground and ruining his oh so pristine Valentine’s outfit.
Ling grinned wildly as he laughed. “Look what you’ve done to yourself.”
The commotion drew your attention, and you turned just in time to see the two men scuffling. Gasping, you rushed over with Melissa close behind.
“Aamon’s outfit!” you cried, noticing the mess. Your frustration turned to Ling. “What’s gotten into you?!”
Ling opened his mouth to protest, but you were already pulling Aamon up by the wrist. “We just got this and now it’s already ruined!” You shot Ling another glare. “You’re insufferable!”
As you led Aamon away to fix his outfit, he briefly glanced over his shoulder to shoot Ling a triumphant smirk.
Ling clenched his fists, his teeth grinding as his face darkened with anger and jealousy.
Next time, he thought. Next time, he'll tear it to shreds.
One shot? Or~ stories~ heheheh comment~ I might just make another one shot like this or make a whole~ story~ but ofc with me it's a late update😉
"Absolutely no! I won't marry Aamon Paxley!"
You shouted on the altar. Aamon a.k.a your husband is beside you unfazed of what happened.
"And you! I won't be your wife even though you are handsome!" You declares and he just smirk at you.
"Darling? You know you can't do that---" He hug you and put his hand on your stomach.
"---After all you are carrying my heir~" that words alone left you in shock. All the guests gasp at this.
"She's pregnant?!" Ask the priest.
"I'm pregnant!?" You raised your voice a little.
He nodded. Then he proceed to use this advantage to married you. So the eternal marriage were seal by a kiss and a ring.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚟
Right after the wedding everyone congrats you on your wedding AND pregnancy.
As Aamon lead you to yours private chamber he whispered to you.
"I lied... You aren't pregnant" he chuckled.
Oh that chuckled. It make your blood boils.
"Why did you said that then!" You were mad super mad.
"So that no one can try to separate us my dear and I also lie about how you end up in my bed." He take off his suit so that he can go to bath.
"Care to take a bath together?" He held out his hands. "Absolutely no!!" You quickly run inside the bathroom and lock the door.
He just smirk at you.
As for you, you were blushing like crazy. He lied about both of you spending the night together. He also lied about you being his lover. What else does he lie? He lied about his hair not being silver??
𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬
Someone knock the bathroom door. "What is it Aamon!"
"uhm it's me my lady... it's Penelope."
"oh Penelope sorry where's Aamon?"
"huh isn't my lord inside?" You paused. "What do you mean 'he's inside?" You ask her carefully.
"ah look at the time my lady! I promise Edgar I'm gonna help him prepare dinner bye!!"
"wait Penelope! What do you mean by 'he's inside!!'"
Silence
Just then, you feel goosebumps. As if someone was watching you. You quickly scrub your body clean and get out of the bathtub. As you try to reach for your towel on the table there you notice there's not a single towels on it.
'where did all the towels go?' you think. Feeling the cold air make you shiver and decided to just walk out naked.
"as long as he's not outside I be fine" you mumble to yourself.
You open the door for a bit and peek outside. 'safe' is what you think until you slip because of the wet floor.
Just as you were about to kiss the floor something or someone catch you by your waist.
"oh..." You blink and then look proud. "Haha! I have my own magic!! Hahahah" you laugh until you heard someone chuckle behind you. That make you freeze. As the figure lean down it whisper.
"are you sure you have magic my dear?" That voice...you recognize it well
"AAMON!!! YOU PERV---" you turn around but he wasn't there. That alone make you freeze in place. You swear you heard him talking but where is he.
"w-wha-- Penelope!!! There's ghost in here save me!!" The said maid barge inside and look around.
You were crying on the bed with the blanket wrap around you while you were trembling in fear.
"Penelope!! Take me away from the mansion!! I hate it here! Uwah!!" You keep crying while she try to soothe you.
Then, in the corner of her eyes she saw a silhouette. She nodded and stand up.
"my lady I still have some things to do" she bowed and quickly walk away again.
".... that's what she said to me a an hour ago..."
Then, you heard someone chuckle. And you continue hiding inside the blanket scared.
"darling it's me Aamon" he gently lifted the blanket. You opened one of your eyes and saw him staring at you lovingly. You quickly jump into his arms. "Aamon!! There's a ghost inside this room! And they have taken your form instead!!"
"oh? Is that so? Probably because he saw how sexy you look without wearing any nightgown~" he teased. That's when you realize you were still naked.
Your face immediately turn red and slap him.
"Aamon Paxley is a pervert!!" This time you run into the bathroom with a change of clothes that Penelope has put on the chair.
He just shook his head and chuckle. "She's crazy but she's mine~"
He looks at you lovingly.
Bonus :
- he did see you bathing when Penelope say "isn't he inside" scene. He was watching you.
- he use his camouflage magic/power to you-know make him invisible and quietly sneak inside. He was watching you taking a bath.
- the silhouette is him. Penelope knows he's there because of the shadows. He was the one who catches you when you almost slipped and yes. He may take a peek at your butt according to him "who told you to run in the bathroom"
having a brainot of Ling/any assassin being yandere 😋‼️ like they will force us to be their little healer, and will got mad if we heal anyone (yes the classic mlbb couple heroes)
HOHOHO❗❗❗THAT'S SOME QUALITY SHIT
❇ Ling gives you the cold shoulder, literally mf has no regrets. Mostly trys to keep it to himself but the fact that he's obsessive as fuck his jealousy and madness is as clear as daylight. Hmp's and tch's. Ignores you(trys to) whenever you try to talk to him or even come to him. Death glares at the person you ultimated, will threaten them when he finds them alone. Ling gets you into troubles occasionally then saves you in the most critical minute. He really be watching you suffer with a smirk.. He wants to show you that he's the one who's most worthy of your ultimate and attention. Plays the cold and charming prince. He doesn't give two fucks about whoever says something bad about him but will go apeshit if someone curses you out.
❇ I think you exactly know why I needed to include Gusion. He's obsessive, narcissistic, possessive and who's ego is too much for his ass to handle. He WON'T tolerate any excuses. You had to ult the exp laner cuz their HP was so little? It's their problem in the first place to get their own HP that low. Let them die. Adc fight and your adc required your ult? Unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary, a waste of your precious ultimate that he can make a good use of it. Let them die. Oh come on (Name)...he's not bad.., he's winning ?matches see? He's carrying you! You will win...only if you continue to stay by his side.
❇ Dyrroth and Aamon can also be added. Dyrroth would just straight up confront you after, after literally ultimating someone else one time. No that just won't do! You have to save your ult to him and only him! On the other hand Aamon is like Ling, the only difference is he'll tie you to himself, literally.
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This might be out of nowhere but but Xavier x reader x Aamon threesome ( i mean they really are not that related but they're so hot like really really hooot so i just wanna be manhandled by both of em😭😭) fem reader if u may. Thank youu! xoxo
"Who are you to her?"
Mobile Legends; Bang Bang
Pairing; Xavier, You | Aamon, You | Xavier, You, Aamon.
!! NSFW 18+ !!
A/N: Apologies for any inconsistencies and the horrible layout. I'm getting the hang of writing again ಥ‿ಥ
Pronouns Used: You, She/Her
Warning(s): Slightly OOC Aamon and Xavier, Dubious Consent, Manhandling, Smut, Threesome, Possessive Smut, Marking, Double Penetration in one hole, badly written smut, kind of sexual tension, just really really filthy smut, Etc...
You and Aamon were acquaintances. Not because you and him were friends; but because you worked for him. Since you were a kid, you were expected to tend to his needs. After all; you were the child of the most high end butler in the entirety of the Moniyan Empire. You were pressured, forced to stay and cook while your peers played all day.
Sometimes, you sneak out to pet the cat litter that was just near the playground. That's when you met Xavier. Xavier and his family had gone out to deliver shipments of merch to the Empire. He was told to stay put as his father bargained, due to that, and his boredom, he snuck away as well. He saw the cat litter first; didn't even see you as he stared at the kits in adoration.
You noticed him instantly and saw that as a chance to make a friend. And make a friend you did! In that short time Xavier's father and yours didn't notice your absence, you two bonded over liking cats! Blissfully unaware of Aamon who was watching. Because he was told to find you, as you were his new playmate/butler.
He envied the carefree attitude you both had and told on you to your father. Big mistake. The moment Aamon had said that you were slacking, you were pulled harshly back to the Castle Aberleen. Much to the horror of Xavier who was then caught by his father and taken away. You were given a heavy punishment; Forced to lift heavy shipments that your young body could barely lift; Forced to stay up until late at night to study so you could teach Aamon.
You grew to resent Aamon for that. And in turn, Aamon grew to resent himself. He regretted tattling on you and tried to cheer you up. Through your childhood— to your adulthood. He tried. Though, his efforts only met a stone cold face and a cold thank you. Albeit, growing warmer at each attempt. Your relationship was on thin ice, though, it was growing stronger. Even if it could crumble at any moment.
A few members of the House Paxley were requested to discuss the rivalry of the Knights of Light against the Light's Order of the Moniyan Empire; Why the House Paxley? They didn't tell you; But still, you and Aamon went. The topic of discussion was one you couldn't understand. A contrast to Aamon, who very actively participated in the discussion.
You weren't allowed to leave Aamon's side. So, to keep yourself occupied, you took down notes— Wrote down their responses word for word. Your actions caught the eye of the Youngest Arbiter of Light; Xavier had noticed how familiar you looked. But couldn't pinpoint why you looked familiar. He watches you. Eyeing the way you felt the intricate linings of the fountain pen with your fingers.
You were so.. familiar.. It kept bugging him. Until the meeting was postponed for both parties to think over each other's points. Aamon tapped your shoulder, and you two headed off to the dining room. Was it inappropriate to do so? Not really. The dining room was lined up with food; So the Knights of Light probably expected some of the residents of the House Paxley to eat.
Xavier followed you. As creepy as it may seem— He knew Aamon. But he didn't know you. Aamon was picking one of the deserts as you made sure no one noticed; it was the only time Aamon could indulge in sweets without getting told to watch what he ate; Someone taps your shoulder, you turn to the direction of said someone.
Instantly, your eyes locked onto Xavier's sapphire ones. The familiarity struck you both like thunder; You recognize him to be your friend! Why you were excited was self-explanatory. You get to reconnect with someone who also likes cats!
"Excuse me, may I know your name?" He asks, and you realize that you may have gotten too excited. Wait- what was his name? Maybe it'll jog up your memory. So you tell him your name, and he seems to perk up at that.
"Did you-." Suddenly. Aamon clears his throat. "I don't remember telling you that you could approach my butler, Xavier." He says bluntly. He knew his name, only because they sort of interacted when they clashed points. The air around you grows cold, and you look at Xavier apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but last I remember, you didn't say anything about me not being allowed to talk to your- ah, butler." Xavier's tone was passive aggressive; annoying Aamon even more. "You don't see me talking to your superiors about your obsessions with cats now, do you?" He spat, and Xavier furrows his brows. How did he know?
"Aamon.." You start, but the two are at a stand off. "Oh.. I remember why she looked familiar now.." Xavier says in a low tone. "You tattled on us because you were a pitiful child, with an even more pitiful childhood." He continues. Yikes.. low blow.. Aamon clenches his fists, and you tap both of them down. "Okay. No. Aamon- this is for the Empire's sake, remember?" Your attempts were short lived as Aamon suddenly grips your hand and pulls you against his chest.
"This is personal now." Aamon tells you. Xavier's chest burns as he sees the way Aamon handles you. "Is this a good way to get on our good side, Paxley?" Xavier steps closer. You were sandwiched in between them. And fuck did it made your heart race. "It's stupid how you think I care about the Knights of Light." Aamon answers. His hand moves to hold your waist, catching you off guard. Xavier's eyes flicker towards your waist, he was furious.
"Such a bold action to do to your butler." — "Do you think I care? She's my butler." The way Aamon said that was primal; possessive. Aamon did always have a thing for anyone else interacting with his possessions but— you?? "Look around." Xavier mumbles. Both you and Aamon were reminded of the fact that you were in the dining room. Sure, no one was looking; but for what it would imply..
"You want her, and so do I." Your ears grow red when you hear this. What the fuck..! You were almost 100% sure that Xavier just wanted to get reacquainted with you. But now this just fucked up what you thought before. Xavier's gaze went to look at your face, before he looked back at Aamon. "Back at that cat litter, you took her away. You owe me at least the duration of this break to catch up with her, no?" Aamon clicks his tongue and pulls you with him. Xavier follows, and all three of you managed to get into a vacant room and locked the door.
The room you went in coincidentally had a bed, and before you could even have a say in the matter, both men had their hands all over you. Xavier was feeling your chest, and Aamon, who had surprised you a lot this entire.. situation? Began to kiss your neck. Well, kissing is too much of a light word. Aamon was biting your neck, leaving deep bite marks that won't go away for a day or two.
He licked, sucked, and did whatever things you thought he wouldn't do to you; he held your arms to your side as Xavier began to unbutton your uniform. His hands work quickly as he pulls off your bra and begins to suck on your chest. Moaning softly as he notices how shaky you've gotten over this entire thing. You gasp, both Xavier and Aamon had their mouths on you and didn't care about the marks and consequences it would cause.
"Not.. Aamon don't.." You were breathless. Trying to stop Aamon as he continues leaving marks on your neck. "It'll be seen-." — "Be a good butler and shut up." He practically growls. Xavier whined at the lack of attention, and thus pulled down your trousers. His hands pull apart your thighs as he pulls your underwear down with his teeth. The cold air makes you gasp, your head craning down to watch.
Aamon didn't like that. He didn't want you to look at Xavier. He takes your chin, turns it towards his face and kisses you deeply. Tongue and all. You squirm against his iron hold as Xavier licks at your clit. The sensation of his tongue, furiously flicking that small bud up and down made you tremble and shake. You moan against the kiss, and Aamon moans in return. Xavier lifts up your thighs and places it on his shoulders, he continues to lap at your core.
Clothes. Oh shit Xavier's clothes! He was getting it wet with all your arousal and if anyone notices-. The thought makes your head spin, and you let out a loud, yet muffled whimper. Face bucking up into Xavier's mouth as you come. Aamon pulls back from the kiss. Looking down at Xavier with a glare. Xavier didn't reciprocate, as he licks you clean and stands up, between your legs. You were being held up by Aamon, and was about to get fucked by Xavier.
Were you in heaven?? "Don't you dare put it in before me." Aamon warns. His hand loops under both your arms as the other moves down to remove his pants. Xavier was annoyed at that, but if he argued, he knows Aamon would just walk away with you, no further discussion. So he complied. Pulling his pants down a little to let his cock free. As you were distracted, Aamon guided his cock into your core and lowered you onto him.
You were caught off guard once again, and you let out a small whine of pain. "Shh.." Aamon buried his head in your neck as Xavier stepped closer to you and kissed you tenderly. Your heart, despite running a mile a minute, skipped a beat at the kiss. "I tried to find you.." He whispered. Aamon heard that. Out of jealousy, he began pumping his hips, pushing his cock and out of your pussy in a quick, but soft pace. The movement causes you to moan, and you throw your head back against Aamon's shoulder.
You couldn't see it, but Xavier was stroking his cock. His eyes were locked onto where you and Aamon were connected. He pumped his hand to the pace Aamon was holding and moaned. Aamon pulled back from your neck, seeing you were fucked out of your mind, he smirked. He then looked at Xavier, taunting him. "She's so tight. Can't fit another one in here." Aamon chuckles. Xavier stops and looks at him with a glare. "Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe." Without wasting any time, Xavier smeared his pre-cum over your clit, stimulating you even more as you whimper and cried. "Wh- what are you-" You began to stutter. Aamon pulls your face close to his, your eyes bulge out of your sockets as you feel Xavier push the tip of his cock inside of you. Aamon groaned, the tight space got tighter as Xavier bottoms out inside of you. How was that possible..?!
"Fuck.. good kitten, taking us both.." Xavier mumbles, you almost mistook it as dirty talk until you notice how fucked out he looked. He looked high. They both begin moving their hips; Xavier out—Aamon in.. the sensation, the pace, it makes you cry out in pure pleasure. They start to leave marks on your body again. As if competing to leave the most marks on you. Your hands were flailing around, you didn't even know what to hold onto as their pace began to quicken. They lost the tempo that they had and you were being stuffed— sometimes half full, and sometimes empty.
They were molding you to the shape of their cocks, and you didn't even know if you loved it or hated it. Aamon, whom you still somewhat hated but have now begun warming up to, was fucking you. And Xavier, whom you haven't met since you were a kid was rubbing your clit— wait. He was rubbing your clit!
The stimulation made you come a second time, and the moment you tightened up, they both bottomed out. Spilling their essence into you like you won't even get pregnant.
Silence filled the room, aside from the heavy breathing and the light smooching as they leave even more marks on your body. Aamon let go of you, now holding onto your waist as Xavier pulled out. Kneeling down to clean up the mess they made inside of you before standing back up. "Are you okay?" They asked at the same time. You were unresponsive.
Aamon sighed and carefully laid you down on the bed. Xavier pulls his pants back up and clears his throat. "Does she have anything else to change into?" He asks. Aamon shook his head. "We didn't bring anything else." He then looks down at you; you were now unconscious. He smiles a little and brings you to the bathroom inside the room.
Xavier went out to get some water for you. And to also find some clothes for you to wear. He didn't expect to have a threesome with you and Aamon when he had just reunited with you, but that wasn't the priority right now. The priority was to find you some clothes.
They might not be getting along now, but for you, they'll try.
“Aamon~!” a woman in a beautiful pastel yellow off-shoulder gown sprinted through the halls of Castle Aberleen. “Lady (Y/n), please slow down!” the woman’s personal maid struggled to keep up with her lady. “Aamon!” (Y/n) yelled excitedly when she saw a tall figure with unmistakable silver hair. Aamon halted his conversation with his secretary to turned his face to (Y/n) when he heard his name being called. (Y/n) stopped midway admiring her fiancé, even after years of being engaged she couldn’t get enough of her fiancé’s alluring demeanor. His usual silver hair shone even brightly with the sunlight shining on his hair through the windows of Castle Aberleen. Noticing how his fiancé had stopped midway he dismissed his secretary and made his way towards her. “Love, why have you halted your steps midway.” Aamon asked his lady who was still in a dazed.
“Oh, Aamon just admiring your beauty.” (Y/n) replied with the brightest smile. Aamon just hummed he was used to her blunt compliments through out the years they had spent their times together. “My love, why have you decide to visit the Castle Aberleen today?” Aamon absentmindedly asked as he played with the tips of (Y/n)’s hair. “I just miss you so I decided to pay you a visit.” (Y/n) replied with her usual bright smile. ”You miss me everyday.” Aamon smiled lovingly at her. He placed his unoccupied hand around (Y/n)’s waist and brought her body closer to his with his other hand on her hair he gently placed a kiss on her hair. His lips barely leaving her hair as he raised his eyes directly looking into hers as he whispered “Shall we leave to a place with more privacy to us, my lady?” (Y/n) blushed heavily at his sudden gestured and couldn’t only nod her head.
A knock on the door interrupts (Y/n)’s reminisce of her memories with Aamon. The door slowly creaks open Gusion peeks his head through the gap of the door, his eyes seem to be searching for someone until it landed onto (Y/n)’s slumped figure with her head down on the former Head of House Paxley’s desk. Aamon’s cloak draped around her shoulders. Gusion eyes sadly gazes at the maiden, “(Y/n)...it’s starting.” Gusion informed the woman. (Y/n) sluggishly raises herself from her position. She was currently dressed in a formal black dress and her eyes were red from crying. “I see, let’s be on our way then.” (Y/n) mustered up the courage to attend the funeral. The funeral of her beloved.
The high priest has personally came to deliver a speech at the funeral held at Castle Aberleen. Everyone was crestfallen to hear the news of Aamon Paxley who had fallen in battle against the Abyss. (Y/n) was the most devastated at the news of her fiancé’s death, they were gonna have a life together but now it was all but a dream to (Y/n). As the high priest started his speech (Y/n) could hardly focus onto the words as she dazedly stare at the casket in front of her.
The funeral had finally came to an end, the guests had left long ago. All that was left was just (Y/n) who laid right next to the casket which Aamon was laid to rest in. “My dear, do you know I miss you everyday? But today it feels like everything I do is just here to remind me, I am living without you.” (Y/n) whispers, her voice cracking a little with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I miss you. I love you.”
My mlbb debut fic and my coming back from hiatus break <3 I feel like the quality of my writing has deteriorated so please bear with me as i try to improve myself again also the fic is kinda short i swear i will write a longer one -love cherry
hihiii can I req a aamon x reader where's it's like arranged marriage au typa vibe?? both from different kingdoms n are very different but manage to yk bond n stuff 😖😖
asunder; aamon since the marriage ceremony, he's been unseen in his own home. you only feel its right—if you're the person to confront him.
n. i was hitting that poetry shit in this one omg. and please, good lord, i just wanna believe aamon is canonically british. please. i tried to capture ur req as best as i could!
c. arranged marriage au, unrequited love, ooc(?)
aamon deliberately meddled himself into his work and duties more often than he would have. he found consolation within his office—so he never left it. each day would be scheduled with meetings, inspections, and business matters. he immediately became weary of it. but he didn’t halt with his bearish intentions.
it was the fourth week that you resided in his home. each week passed without his presence. it became most apparent that aamon was dodging your entire existence.
a feeling of transgression and inhospitality poked at the back of his brain—a pot of poison stirring in his fleshy stomach. he was glued to his chair, stuck in a boundless hex.
and you still hadn’t had a clue on what his intentions were. nonetheless, you tried to not make much out of it—marriage life was hectic and you decided his feelings couldn’t be misheard.
it was an overwhelming decision, even more, a forced decision by your kingdom. you never intended to settle for marriage so soon, given, prior to your engagement; you remained committed as a solitary princess.
it was an unexplored aspect for the both of you.
“aamon-“ you entered the unoccupied space, a cold breeze running through your feet. aamon’s usual lively office was completely empty.
it took a few moments of reflection before you entered his office. hadn’t your curiosity got the best of you, you surely would have left as quick as you came. you flicked the lights on, bringing the interior of his room to light.
it was plain—modernized to a suitable extent. wooden bookshelves outlined the outer walls of his office, besides them were file cabinets. he had one large desk in the center, file folders and miscellaneous papers sloppily scattered around the surface of the desk.
a large window faced from behind his desk, gaining a considerable source of light—allowing either the sun or moon to glimmer off the reflection of his desk.
you anxiously approach the desk—your fingers running along the cluttered articles. as your eyes watched the tips of your fingers graze the tough surface, you caught a glimpse of an opened paged journal noted with ‘entry iii’.
you moved any unwanted objects out of the way, your own consciousness growing more intrigued as moments passed by. you took the article in your hand, eyes darting to meet each word to match your mouth.
entry iii
her countenance deceives me, whereas her actions lighten me. if i were to write a report to her peers, i would think she was a bewitching maiden. her mere presence creates an altercation between herself and i. my perception of that woman is scarcely comparable to one of a few things. it has me bound at my will. i want to ultimately refuse her propositions of companionship. thenceforth, i will avoid that woman of great mystery.
a visible frown was placed upon your lips. you had been good. throughout your time here, you have been nothing but good. what could aamon hold so much against you? what was his ulterior motive?
a fit of rage threatened to surge from you—it can’t be. you shifted your eyes downward from the page and instead of falling to your feet—your pupils focused on a small fonted phrase.
princess, i’m afraid i can no longer fool myself.
your breath hitched as the journal fell from your hands. “i see you’ve explored my study.” aamon cocked his head to the side—almost in disbelief. he entered the room with a heavy presence and it went completely unnoticed by you.
“aamon.” your entire body felt numb as you stood like a deer in headlights, unable to move forward from your spot.
aamon chuckled in amusement—he seemed the least offended with the intrusion. it didn’t take long until your body finally found its motion and you discreetly walked away from his desk.
the prospect of it all felt impudent—to his letter of criticism, and lastly; his judgment of you. you received his disregard as something that would soon pass. or maybe, it was a plain misconception to you.
“have you read my letter?” he inquired.
“yes.”
he nodded in acknowledgement as he moved to sit comfortably into the chair behind his desk. “it’s exactly what it says,”
your eyebrows dug into your forehead. he spoke calmly, with a steady expression. “excuse me?”
“the letter.” i blink in disbelief.
“you intrigue me, princess.” the glint in his eyes meant more than what he said. his commendation of sanction captured you in his essence.
once he played your game—maybe you would play his.
