#mlbb x reader

It was quite scary how the enemy assassin kept glancing your way as if you're his prey. However, it only worsened when Dyrroth was carrying his team. So to roam around the map to get your job done always sent you in a panicky mess.

Now, your team has been wiped out, leaving you as the last one standing. Your mind raced with frantic thoughts as you warily turned your head at every bush you passed. You ducked inside one, pressing yourself low as a shiver ran through you at the thought that, at any moment, he would come for you—

“Boo. So this where you were hiding,” The voice came out of the blue as you felt your blood running cold. He chuckles mixed with the raspy and calm tone of his voice as your body trembles beneath him.

You cowered at the sound near your ear and tried to escape but he was just faster. His hand quickly clamped over your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in—trapping you against him as you could feel his chest press against your back.

Dyrroth mutters lowly and it sends shivers down your spine, “Why not be my healer? That damned Duke doesn't even deserve you.” He scowls, clicking his tongue, “Such a waste of power.”

You only shook your head, trying to speak up for your jungler but it came out muffled against his palm. He notices this and removes his hand and you instantly gasp. “He’s not w-weak! You're just—”

“Strong.” He finished for you, chuckling. “Yeah, that much is obvious, isn’t it?” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you even closer... was his head nuzzling against your neck?

The whimper you let out was weak and quiet as if you're hesitant to disagree with what he said despite knowing it's true. The recent Savage! notification was evident.

“I’ll make sure to win this little game for ya’,” He murmured, his tone mixed with confidence. “And once this is over, you can come to me, yeah? With me, you'll effortlessly play your role, and I'll carry you alll the time. You won't have to worry not a single bit.”

You did felt a streak of loses and this was one of the great offers one could give to you. You unhesitatingly opened your eyes as it landed on his. “Really…?”

The innocent sight in front of him made him feel something stir deep inside. He smiles wildly as he pulls you close, “Yeah, you're going to be my own little princess.”

You knew from the moment Julian earned the Triple Kill! notification that this match was going to be rough—it hadn’t even been five minutes!

Your role as a healer would require ten times the effort compared to other games. But what irritated you most was the way he mocked your team, especially the jungler you supported, leaving everyone dead except you. And somehow, that made you feel something.

Now, it was just the three of you—him, you, and your jungler—contesting the turtle where the other players were busy clearing their lanes.

The assassins were neck to neck as they fought. Despite your consistent healing and telling him to retreat for now, your jungler was stubborn—so prideful and insistent—that had cost him an embarrassing streak of deaths.

As you see your jungler fall, your feet scramble to get away, fearing he'd kill you this time. But he snatches you instantly by the waist. You closed your eyes, covering your face as you wished he'd just slay you immediately.

He lets out a huff of amusement, “It’s a lil’ adorable when you cower in fear.” He takes to pry one of your hands that you were using to hide your face. “It's as if you weren't watching my every move.”

His words sank in and your face flushed a deep shade of red. The sight made him chuckle. You stammered, trying to defend yourself. “I—I wasn’t! I was just keeping an eye on you—”

The grin that stretched across his face made you stop mid-sentence. He clearly wasn’t buying it...

“Keeping an eye on me, stalking me—Sure, but aren't they the same thing?” He lets out another chuckle, “But I don't bite, sweetheart. If you could just tell me you want me, then I'm all yours—”

Your heart fluttered wildly as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t just say things like that…”

“Sure,” he only chuckled, finding you quite adorable, “Anything for you.”

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.”

You gasped, “Am not!” and he just laughs.

All your photographs are by him, this is a non-negotiable to the point that you'll have to fight him if you have a photoshoot with another photographer

Likes to photograph you when you smile or laugh, gets him going during his work or if you're not there

Do you have any bad photos? Nope.

Clemar trashtalks tf out of you if you get hurt during a patrol or mission, Marcel doesn't try to interfere bc how tf did one of the most powerful mages in the empire get hurt, but he'll bandage you up

Speaking of patrols, he never and I mean NEVERRR lets you out of his sight and always joins you, with the exceptions of his own missions

+ He follows you to your patrols and freezes enemies for you

During the first few months of you guys dating, he mostly kept his distance. Whether it's being a few steps behind you, or having a gap between the two of you, it's always there. Gradually, it did close in.

Speaking of those first few months, he also felt distant. Not like when you were friends where the feeling was like "I don't like you, please go away" Nope, this was more different. Like he was trying to see if you'd leave. Can't really blame him though.

His affection is quiet, and his love language is probably gift giving and quality time (with a sprinkle of acts of service)

Speaking of which, this dude SPOILS you, don't forget that he's a duke. And he lingers around your mansion as well lol

Not very good with emotions. If you cry, he'd literally internally panic while Clemar tries his best, you have to forgive the both of them for that. He tries his best to understand you though, so that's a plus.

Moving onto the pre-dating shit, the first one to notice was Aamon, the second one was Melissa. Aamon didn't mind it much but did always say "We could always adjust the type of wedding if you don't like the traditional Moniyan one" But Melissa? Oh, she TEASED him relentlessly for it. Gus stalked y'all for MONTHS.

Remember when I said he lingers around your mansion? Yeah well there's only three places he could be: Castle Aberleen, his studio, or your home

During his not-so-good days, he shuts himself in his studio to work. You have to drag him out just to eat.

If you like to yap a lot, he's the type to say "That's good" or "Interesting" Again, he's not good with his emotions (or words for that matter) so pardon him for that.

Uses old fashioned nicknames like "dear", "love", "darling", etc...

Respectful af, will ask permission to touch you, he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable

Perfectionist. For good and for bad.

Overall: He loves you, even if it's not evident. Please bare with him though, he's still trying his best.