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This is my literal son if you even care

Yuuji Itadori

Manga vs Anime

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sorry I liked your post a second after you posted it I don’t have a life

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𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 & 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉

haha, another fic I wanted to finish...I'm team Black, I swear...but Alicent is just too pretty I don't know what to say

Summary: Alicent struggles to deal with the feelings she harbors for you, her chambermaid and ally.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), religious guilt, infidelity, slight dubcon, oral, fingering, some angst

word count | 3.2k🤙🏻

Alicent sighs heavily as you inform her of yet another servant that has been chased away by her son, Prince Aegon. She didn’t know why she was surprised anymore, it happened so frequently. Even worse, she expected it to happen more often as he aged. She just couldn’t catch a break…

It was hard enough being married to an old, rotting man at such a young age, but to raise all of her children alone? Alicent often wondered how they aren’t turning out worse than they already are. She had no support from anyone, not her husband nor her own father, him banished from the Red Keep and Lord Strong only helping her for his own gain and power. She couldn’t even rely on her childhood friend anymore, now her stepdaughter. It was almost laughable the hand Alicent was dealt. The Gods were cruel. But they did give her one good thing though; you.

You had been Alicent’s personal servant ever since her last child was born, helping raise them the best you could whenever Alicent had to rule in the king’s name, meaning she was often busy. You clicked instantly, though you had a sort of talent for always getting on someone’s good side. You could see the light in her eyes that was slowly dying out the older she got and the more time she had to spend in the Red Keep. You could tell she missed her home and her father, so you often comforted her whenever those feelings seem to cloud her thoughts. She warmed up to you pretty quickly, longing for a companion other than her favorite child. And when she needed information, you’d get that for her too. Unlike Lord Strong, you didn’t ask for anything in return.

The first time you made her laugh was when you accidentally voiced your thoughts about fantasizing about kicking his cane out from underneath him. You thought she’d scold you for thinking such a horrible thing, but the prettiest sound you ever heard escaped from her lips. Bashful giggles filled her chambers which caused your face to heat but filled you with a sense of pride. Even so, Alicent looked more ashamed of herself for finding what you said funny. But from then on, you were determined to make your queen laugh whenever appropriate.

She confided in you a lot, about everything, even things she never admitted to herself before you came along. You never judged her, ever. You may have been biased but in your eyes, your queen could do no wrong. For Alicent, ever since getting close to you, she started to feel things she thought she never would again. She hadn’t felt this happy being around someone since Rhaenyra was her best friend all those years ago. But therein lied another problem; Alicent wasn’t just friends with the Targaryen princess, she wanted to be more than that. Now that she was feeling that same way about you, her feelings of guilt came back even stronger than before. 

Alicent always struggled with accepting herself. All her life, she was told how to behave and how she should be. Following the Faith of the Seven, being attracted to the same sex was strictly forbidden. It was just another reason to pick at her cuticles until they bled. She hadn’t done it in a long time (mostly thanks to you), but every time she had…sinful thoughts about you, she didn’t even notice she was hurting herself again until you called her out on it.

You were concerned and had asked what had been causing her to hurt herself again, but Alicent very well couldn’t tell you the truth, could she? So, she blamed it on Aegon’s behavior and that seemed to quell your curiosity, but you still kept a more watchful eye on her to keep herself from picking at her skin. You just didn’t know that you were the cause and kind of made it worse, though it meant you spent even more time with her, so she couldn’t really complain. But after this incident with the servant girl that Aegon harassed, you could tell Alicent needed time to herself, so you quietly dismissed yourself.

You felt horrible for thinking such things at a time like this, but you also felt you needed some special time to yourself. Unbeknownst to Alicent, you were having some of the same issues she had. Although, you were ashamed of yourself about it. Even though she was upset, Alicent looked absolutely stunning in her green dressing gown and the urge to relieve yourself was almost overbearing. Now, you weren’t the most lecherous individual, but to say you weren’t a prude would’ve been an understatement.

You had some distant relatives from Dorne and went to visit them for a couple months, your parents saying something about you needing to experience the world before being tied down to King’s Landing. You weren’t going to complain, in all your life you never thought you’d ever even travel past the Stormlands. You were somewhat sheltered, but just a few weeks in Dorne and you learned more than most highborn ladies ever did. You learned much about yourself with the help of the Dornish, especially learning about your sexuality which everyone was open about there. Even just a kiss in public between lovers always seemed to be looked down upon north of Dorne. You came back to King’s Landing changed, but for the better.

You found pleasure whenever you could and without shame, but you also knew you had a reputation to uphold, not just for yourself but for the family you worked for. Not many people get the opportunity to serve the royal family, so you knew acting out on your feelings for the Queen  was the quickest way to getting your head impaled on a pike for all the Red Keep to see. You would be labeled a heathen, whore, and a dishonor to your family and those statements would follow you all the way to the Seven Hells. So, you always found your release in the privacy of your own chambers, not having to fear wandering eyes or ears. If you were ever to go to a brothel on the Streets of Silk, word would travel before you could even blink. But you couldn’t think of that now. As you laid back in your bed with your hand in between your thighs, all you wanted to think of was your Queen Alicent.

You ran your delicate fingertips over your hardened nub hastily, grabbing at your breasts, desperation painting your features as you thought of Alicent’s soft lips. You imagined how they’d feel pressed against your own, on your neck, chest, and even further south. Just the image threatened to oversensitize you, but you needed the thought to find release. “Alicent…” You breathed a whimpery whisper, your peak building steadily, that burn in your belly spreading over you like waves. But just as you were about to finish, you heard a loud gasp. “My Queen-!” 

The Queen Alicent stood wide eyed in shock, mouth agape, unable to stop herself from looking where your fingers were coated in your arousal, your cunt glistening in the sunlight seeping through the curtains into your chambers. “My apologies.” Alicent spoke curtly, quickly turning and exiting your chambers without another word.

In quite a blunt manner, you expressed your embarrassment as soon as she was out of your sight: “Fuck.” You prayed to the Seven that she hadn’t heard you moan her name.

In truth, you had nothing to worry about. Queen Alicent was too flustered to even register that she was the object of your desire, blood thrummed loudly in her ears as her face reddened at the sight of you in the throws of near ecstasy. She didn’t know how to react, and she certainly didn’t know what to do about the ache in between her legs as she made it back to the sanctuary of her solar.

Alicent sat in her chair with a shaky exhale, closing her eyes to try and calm herself, only to see the image of your fingers inside yourself. She could still hear the faint sound of the moist suction from your fingers moving in and out, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t realize she was picking at her cuticles until she felt a droplet of blood running down her hand. It wasn’t enough that she had these sinful feelings and desires, the gods kept tempting her, but that went too far. How is she supposed to resist temptation when she has to be around someone so intoxicating as you? It wasn’t fair. Why were the gods consistent in handing her the short straws in life? What had she done to deserve such divine punishment?

The ache in Alicent’s core hadn’t faded, the image of you still burning through her mind. She gazed around, there was no one but her in her chambers and there was no one likely to barge in without knocking first. Perhaps this one time, she could try to quell that desire that’s begun to feel so familiar every time she’s around you. But she didn’t know where to start.

Of course Alicent knew of her clit, but she never dared to touch it lest she gets sent straight to one of the Seven Hells. But that spot of throbbing so badly, it would hurt to leave it untouched. So cautiously, she lifted her skirts past her knees, experimentally running her fingers up her inner thighs. The closer she got to that aching spot, the more her breath quickened. And just as she was about to reach closer, she stopped abruptly. No, as soon as she gives in to herself it's more likely she’s to give in to you. That couldn’t happen. That will not happen, or so she believed.

The next couple weeks were awkward, to say the least. The Queen could rarely make eye contact with you, let alone sit with you in private as you used to do. You knew it wasn’t really your fault, but you still felt guilty Alicent caught you like that. You knew she wasn’t used to pleasure, her marriage to an old man being proof enough. You felt bad for her, but you didn’t know how to help her if you even could. You tried easing into a discussion about it, but she never took the bait. You would’ve given up entirely if it weren’t for you catching her staring at you on multiple occasions. And besides, if she was offended or heard you moaning her name, you’d be a headless body right now. But the way you caught her looking at your fingers with an almost glazed over expression, you figured she wasn’t offended and uncomfortable with you, but herself. The poor woman, she didn't understand it at all, did she?

You decided to confront her later in the evening, when her other maids rested for the night and the children were asleep. Your heart thumped in your chest rapidly, scared but excited for how this conversation might turn out. You watched as she sat in her plush chair in exhaustion, looking at the window in thought. She was beautiful.

“Your Grace?” Your soft whisper almost startled Alicent if it wasn’t for the fact she was acutely aware of your presence at all times. “May I speak with you?”

Alicent shut her eyes, already knowing what you must’ve wanted to talk about. She did not want to have this conversation at all, but there was no escaping it any longer. “You may…” She spoke quietly, tensing up when you took steps closer to her, sitting on the footrest of her chair, entirely too close for comfort. It wouldn’t have bothered her before, your closeness, but all she could think about was you pleasuring yourself.

“If I can be quite blunt, your Grace…you’ve been distant these past couple weeks and it’s quite obvious why.” Alicent’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest. “I hadn’t meant you to see me like that, my Queen. I thought I was alone…”

Alicent sighed, shaking her head. “I’m the one at fault. I never should’ve barged into your chambers like that, especially without knocking. You’ve nothing to apologize for.”

“And I’ve also noticed…how you can’t keep your eyes off me since.” 

Alicent breathed in a sharp breath, her lips dipping into a frown. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I believe you’re forgetting your place.”

With a shaky exhale, you placed a trembling hand on the Queen’s clothed knee, feeling her tense immediately. “I think you do, your Grace. I may be disrespectful right now, but I can’t help but see how everyone else treats you, including the King. I can see how he doesn’t even care to make you feel loved. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel like the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms.”

Alicent blushed brightly, whispering your name in disbelief.

“Please, let me serve you, my lady. Properly. That’s what I’m here for. I can’t see you like this any longer.” And without another word from either you nor Alicent, you delicately lifted her skirts up past her knees, smelling her obvious arousal from where you sat. She wanted this, whether she admitted it or not.

Alicent looked down at you with a conflicted expression, the soft tips of your fingers gently spreading her legs apart and tracing them up her inner thighs. Her core throbbed achingly, the guilt of sinning threatening to overwhelm her, but the feeling of you finally coming into contact with her dripping cunt making those feelings retreat to the back of her mind. So wet, you thought, bringing her face closer and licking a stripe up her slick folds. Alicent gasped at the sensation, the feeling of your tongue running up and down her sensitive flesh, making her wonder why she’d never had this done to her before.

Alicent’s moan as you circled the tip of your tongue around her clit was music to your ears, you would die a happy woman if you were able to hear her moans again and again. You needed to hear more. You used your middle finger to gently push inside her, feeling her tight walls clenching at the intrusion. She moaned your name as you thrusted your finger against her sweet spot as you lapped at her engorged clit. You could tell she was already so close, her moans raising an octave, her walls trying to push your finger out, and her hips bucking against your face. That fool of a King never made her feel this way, that much you were sure of. Could it be you’d be the first person to make her feel such pleasure?

You moaned as the Queen Alicent released on your finger and tongue, your mouth eager to taste and lap up all her sweet juices until she was licked clean. You were grinning as you pulled away, looking up at her like she was the one to put the moon and stars into the night sky. The Queen herself looked quite satisfied, a thin sheet of sweat coating her hairline, her natural curly auburn waves cascading down her body and framing her like a golden halo. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated in the aftermath of her pleasure. “May I kiss you, your Grace?” But those words seemed to snap her out of whatever haze she was in, her eyes blinking rapidly, the fondness in them disappearing altogether and replaced with shame and rage.

“Leave. Now.” Alicent snapped, hastily smoothing out her skirts and pushing you away to stand. The feeling of rejection overtook the feeling of pride when you saw her legs tremble as she walked to her chamber doors, opening one and giving you a look that almost scared you. You left without another word, wondering if you should write to your family one last time before you were surely beheaded for overstepping.

You awaited death, but it never came.

Queen Alicent couldn’t stop thinking about you, no matter how much she tried to distance herself from you, you were her every waking thought. She hated feeling this way, wracked with such guilt. She couldn’t even look at her husband anymore, for fear that somehow he’d be able to sense her debaucherous acts with a servant. Her thoughts never drifted far from how amazing you made her feel, the memory of your tongue on her never failing to make her shiver. She had never desired someone so much after Rhaenyra, she never wanted to, but you invaded her mind and made a home there.

More weeks passed, you and Alicent together but never more apart. She only talked to you when she needed to, which she tried talking to other servants in your stead. It was infuriating, and it hurt. You almost regretted making your desires known, but it was done. You couldn’t change what you did. The Queen would have to decide for herself whether she wanted to continue what relationship you had on her own.

But for Alicent, it couldn’t have been further from simple. She wanted you, truly, but she’d be putting you and herself in danger if she pursued more. There were spies everywhere, and she couldn’t have any harm come to you. But every day, seeing you, it got harder to hold herself back. She needed you, and she knew you needed her just as much. At the end of the day, it wasn’t a difficult decision. She couldn’t keep herself away from you. You were shocked when she came barging into your chambers one day, without knocking once again. But she was the Queen, she didn’t have to knock.

“Your Grace.” You stood up from your bed with a startle, your heartbeat picking up at the sight of Alicent’s beautiful frame. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Alicent sighed breathily. “I didn’t know I’d be coming here.”

You raised a brow. “Why are you here, your Grace?”

Without another word, the Queen rushed to you, taking you in her arms and colliding her lips with yours in a passionate embrace. You moaned in surprise, her soft lips felt like pillowy clouds as she moved against you, bringing your body close to hers desperately. You never thought a pair of lips could feel so heavenly. “Your Grace-”

“Alicent. Call me Alicent.” She interrupted, keeping her lips close to yours, never taking her eyes off you.

“Alicent…” You whispered, “are you sure you want this? Want me?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” She spoke clearly, her big, brown, doe eyes boring into yours, making you feel like she could see into your soul. You believed her, and that was enough for you. Damn the consequences.

You surged forward, capturing her lips once again. “I’ve wanted this for an age.” You confessed against her lips, not having the will to pull away, even to tell her what you’ve wanted to say for what felt like a lifetime. “I’ve always wanted you, Alicent.”

“And I you…it took me a bit of time to figure that out. I apologize. I did not wish to be rude to you, but I was scared. I still am.”

You cupped her jaw, encouraging her to look into your eyes. “I’m scared too. But whatever happens will be worth being with you, my beautiful Queen.”

i'm team black, i swear😰

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attention beautiful women!!!!! can you put your cigarette out on my body

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this boy really thought he would die a virgin (EVEN THOUGH HE DID) but like does he not look in the mirror every morning??? does he not see his own smiles? or his voice, or his adorableness, or his fictional existence?

I WANT TO BITE THIS MAN, I WOULD BARK FOR HIM, MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WAS ALTERED AFTER BEING AWARE OF HIS EXISTENCE and he had such low self esteem like whattttt, cause if I was in the scream universe, rest assure I would have made him so cocky because I would have been such a simp, staring at with hearts in my eyes.

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Ethan Landry x MILF!Reader

Would you look at that it’s my yearly post, anyway.

Warnings: Mentions of Masturbation, Ethan being a stalker(what’s new?), I’m not sure if that’s it. I gave you a last name. It’s your husbands.

And I’m already writing a part two, with smut, so I’ll post that soon. This is for those people that told me they would like to read this. I’m not about to edge them so here it is.

I tried not to make it long because someone said not to like the last one.

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Ethan heard a knock at the door. It was you. You were standing there with the food you’d just made for his family. You grinned when you saw him.

“Ethan, it’s so good to see you. How’s college going?” You asked kindly while walking in the door.

“It’s good.” He hoped you couldn’t hear the nerves in his voice.

“Good, good.” You rubbed his arm and walked to the dining room to his mother. You gave her a big hug and set your dishes down near hers.

Ethan watched the interaction with a small huff. He couldn’t believe after all these years he still couldn’t talk to you like a normal person.

You were his neighbor, well more than that. You were his middle school infatuation that led to his high school obsession and the current love of his life. You also happened to be his mom’s best friend, with two kids, and a husband. And you were about to enter your thirties.

It wasn’t his fault your curves just called to him. The way you walked, talked, and even the way you breathed had him hard. He could just smell your perfume and he suddenly found himself in a private setting pumping his cock to you.

He’s only ever looked at someone else when he was drunk and they kind of looked like you. It was so embarrassing for him when he was drunk and making out with a girl. He said your name so desperately that even in the girl’s drunken state she knew it wasn’t her he lusted for.

He apologized to her profusely but still, that's as far as they went. That’s as far as he’s ever gone. Ethan doesn’t exactly have the best luck with women so the man was still a virgin.

Ethan suddenly remembered he needed to put the pictures of you that were on his bed currently needed to go back under his bed. Yes, pictures. Not all of them are dirty ones, some are just you walking to get the mail. The dirty ones are from you accidentally leaving the curtain open when you were getting dressed.

Sometimes the little shit would notice you and your husband about to get freaky so he would knock on the door and ask about something only you would know. He was a constant cockblock if he could help it.

He watched you talking to his dad. He was always watching you. He watched as your husband placed his hand on the small of your back and how your little boys clung to your legs.

His father looked at him for a moment. Bailey pointed everyone’s attention to Ethan and began to brag about how good his grades were in college.

“It’s nothing.” Ethan shrugged and tried to look at his dad but his eyes were always on you.

“Don’t downplay your achievements.” You leaned out and touched his shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “You should be proud of yourself.”

Your husband didn’t say much, he just stared down your shirt. He looked up and saw Ethan staring at him. He smiled at the boy politely.

“I’ll try not to [Name].” Ethan accidentally lets your name slip.

“Mrs. Sharp.” His mother corrects him.

“No, no it’s fine. [Name] is fine. Mrs. Sharp makes me feel so old.” Your eyebrows furrow as you beam at him.

“You’re not old.” Mr. Sharp insists.

Ethan would’ve said it too if your old husband didn’t beat him to it. Your husband had to be at least ten years older than you. He couldn’t protect you if someone broke into the house. He’d take too long to get off his ventilator. The curly-haired boy prays Mr. Sharp would need a ventilator soon so that statement would be true. Ethan on the other hand could protect you, kill for you.. hell, he’d die for you if it meant you’d kiss his cold lips before he left this world.

You look at your husband and kiss his cheek. “He has to say that or I’ll divorce him.” Your face hurt from smiling and laughing at old people's jokes.

You wished you could go home and sleep. God, you were so tired. It was hard raising two boys basically by yourself. Not to mention you and your husband weren’t exactly the happy couple you pretended to be. You had a huge argument right before this while you were stressing about cooking.

“Let’s eat.” Officer Bailey stated suddenly. It wasn’t suddenly you had just zoned out for a bit.

You put back on your polite face instead of your dissociative one and sat down to eat. Ethan made sure to sit right next to you. Your husband was on one side of you and Ethan on the other.

His father noticed that.

One of your sons looked around. (I am not naming your kids so get used to thing one and thing two.) “Mommy, where are the eggs?”

You looked around for a moment and noticed you’d forgotten the deviled eggs at your house. Your head was placed in one of your hands as you let out a disappointed sigh at yourself.

Your husband looked at you sharply, silently telling you to straighten up.

Ethan noticed that and placed a hand on one of your thighs. “Are you okay?”

“It’s fine. I just forgot about the deviled eggs at home. I’ll go get them. You guys can start without me.” You start to stand up to leave.

“Do you want help?” Ethan asked and reached out for your arm with a soft touch.

“I’ll help her.” Mr. Sharp gives Ethan a stiff smile.

“Thank you, dear.” You say with another cheek-hurting grin. Fake, of course. You’d rather not be left alone with him.

Ethan stares as the happy couple leaves. His mom, dad, Richie, and Quinn seem none the wiser about it. They’re just stuffing their faces.

“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Ethan gets up and pretends to go upstairs before making a beeline to the front door. He could hear shouting already when he stepped off of his family’s freshly cut lawn.

He peeked into the window. Why were you crying? Ethan saw red. Your hand was bleeding and you were trying to clean it at the sink while your husband just huffed. He took a swig of alcohol in a finely cute glass.

Your house looked expensive and so did everything inside it. It looked like one of those magazines with everything modern on the inside.

Ethan watched as you picked up broken glass from the floor as you cried. Your crying only seemed to annoy your husband further. Ethan didn’t realize how tired you looked before when you were all smiles and laughs. Now with your face frowning and crestfallen he could tell.

He felt the need to comfort you above all else. Your tears made him frown too, but they also filled him with rage.

Mr. Sharp decides he’s had enough of your crying and picks up the deviled eggs you’d made and starts taking them over. Ethan quickly hid so he wouldn’t be seen.

Once he had walked past Ethan, Ethan decided that he needed to comfort you. He knocked on the door that was left half open by your husband slamming it.

You looked up at who entered the door. It was Ethan. You wiped your tears away when you made eye contact so he wouldn’t see you crying. You gave him a big smile. “Hey, what’re you doing here? Couldn’t wait for the deviled eggs so you had to get them yourself?” It was a shitty attempt at a joke you knew that.

Ethan kneeled in front of you and grabbed your bleeding hand. “[Name].”

Your bottom lip wobbled when he said your name. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore seeing your sad face. He hugged you.

You took some deep breaths but eventually ended up crying into his chest. It had been a very long week for you. Long marriage really.

He didn’t shush you he just stroked your back and hair. You couldn’t see his face but it was holding a silent rage.

Ever since he was young you would take care of him. When he fell over on his bike and scraped his knee in front of your house when he was fourteen. You came out and put a bandaid on him. You ruffled his hair and gave him a quick peck on his forehead. You treated him with such care when he was a teenager.

Another time when he got arrested after he was pulled over and had alcohol in his car when he was sixteen, you were there to pick him up. His parents were too angry and wanted him to stay in jail for a night before they picked him up. You felt so bad you bailed him out as soon as you were told. In your mind, Ethan was a good kid who had made a bad decision. You let him stay over that night and baked him cookies.

There were more times he could remember but the one thing he kept noticing in all these happy memories was that your husband wasn’t in them. He used to go on long work trips when he didn’t get airsick and his heart didn’t give him problems. What if he took your husband out of the equation? Permanently.

He’d have to be smart about it. He’d have to get away with it. He could wear a mask. Like the mask and costume, Richie has in his shrine. That’s a Ghostface costume though… Ghostface wouldn’t just kill one person. He’d have to kill multiple people before your husband for it to seem like the serial killer was back. He could do that if it meant you were free. Ethan found himself not even feeling guilty as he made a random list of people he could kill for you.

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Please don’t hate this <3

Have nice day!!! 😊

(I don’t know how to tag people. Sorry.)

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #scream iv

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Okay I know I don’t post but like once a month, but I have a rough draft about Ethan Landry in love with this milf that lives next door, the reader, and I’m not sure if I should keep writing it or not. I feel like no one really likes him anymore since the whole stupid Jack Champion drama.

#ethan landry #jack champion #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #idk what tags to use

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Okay so I have this like crazy idea/au in my mind that is a crossover between House of the Dragon and Percy Jackson. It’s like this modern au where you, the reader, are basically Percy Jackson and you’re best friends with Helaena. Who happens to be a Greek mythology nerd. You meet around Sea of Monsters, like around the point you’ve met Tyson. She has no idea she can see through the mist and neither do you for a while.

It wouldn’t even be like Helaena x reader it’d be like multiple x reader.

So it’s sorta like this:

*You and the Targaryens are camping in the woods*

Helaena: *gasp* I think I heard a Minotaur!

You, pulling out riptide: That mf again?

Helaena: I was just joking.

You: oh.

Helaena:

You:

Helaena: Is that a sword???

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #helaena x you #hotd helaena #hotd #prince jacaerys #alicent hightower #aemond #hotd aegon #princess rhaenys targaryen #queen rhaenyra #lucaerys velaryon

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The Handmaiden and her Princess.

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

This is sort of a part two but it can be read on its own.

This was meant to be a bunch of head canons but sort of turned into like a story at the end.

Warning: Kind of suggestive, but mostly fluffy. Aegon is his own warning.

•After that lovely night you and Helaena began holding hands when no one was watching. Though it wasn’t odd if people did see you holding hands because it was just seen as friendly. She also began giving you small pecks when she thought you two were alone in the gardens.

•If you think she gave you too much things before- well. You’re about to be surprised.

•Every morning when you walked into her room she was always awake and waiting. (Of course that’s on the nights you two don’t spend together. ;))

•She would gift you more dresses. She would even stitch dragonflies into them herself. It made her so happy when she saw you wearing them. Maybe it was a little possessive of her but Helaena loved how everyone knew you were hers. Even if everyone thought you were just her favorite handmaiden.

•Helaena liked watching you play with her children. She liked to imagine they were yours and hers. Not Aegon’s. Sometimes she hoped they would call you father instead of Aegon but sadly they’re not blind.

•Late at night she learned quickly how to use her tongue just the way you like. She liked to watch you writhe beneath her as she cooed at you.

•”My good girl.” “That’s it my darling, come all over my fingers dragonfly.”

•You had no idea where this dominate personality came from. One day she slapped your butt and you sat there shell shocked for a bit while she laughed.

•But even though the two of you were in a honeymoon sort of state, it didn’t stop Aegon from his drinking shenanigans. One day you happened to walk in on him.

“You look quite beautiful today my wife.” Aegon commented while sweeping a piece of hair behind her ear. The man could barely stand on his two feel but he really didn’t care.

“You’re drunk.” The Princess stated quietly with a frown. “You should sleep.”

“Would you join me, sweet wife?” Argon said with hooded eyes.

“No, thank you.” The words flew out of her mouth quickly.

When she tried to walk away he grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her back in front of him.

“I might have phrased it as a question, but it wasn’t one.” He snapped.

Helaena looked like she was close to tears when Aegon pulled on her dress.

“Ahem!” You cleared your throat rather loudly. It got the prince’s attention and your sweet Helaena’s.

Aegon made a move to speak but you beat him to the punch.

“Pardon me, my prince, but Princess Helaena is needed elsewhere.” You sounded furious. Helaena could tell. Your anger was not directed at her, but it was startling all the same.

In truth you were so upset you could tear his dead eyes from his head. (Run Aemond.) You stared straight into his drunken soul as he stared back. He was furious too. You had cockblocked him, and you would continue to do so from now on.

“I’m sure it can wait. Marital duties should come above tea time.” Aegon responded.

“Yes, my Prince, if of course it was tea time,” Your tone was patronizing. “But it is not. The Queen would like to speak to her daughter, the Princess.”

You could see Aegon’s smooth brain twisting at each of your words. His frown grew at the thought of upsetting his mother. Well, not upsetting her, but getting punished by her.

‘You’re not touching her today, you cunt.’ You thought to yourself.

Helaena tilted her head in question at you as her tears began to dissipate. She didn’t remember a meeting with her mother this evening.

“Fine.” He said begrudgingly. “Though I don’t think you have to go with her do you-“

“Yes, she does.” Helaena interjected.

Aegon looked shocked for a moment, his sister wife had never raised her voice before at him till now. He nearly gulped.

Helaena didn’t wait for him to answer as she grabbed your hand and stomped away.

“My mother doesn’t need to see me, does she?” Your Princess asked.

“No, no she doesn’t, my love.” You squeezed her hand slightly.

“Thank you.” Helaena mumbled to you with a grateful smile.

•After that incident, you became a natural cockblocker for Aegon. He even stopped trying so much with her, but every time he did, you were there with a ‘meeting’.

•The meetings were fake but it gave you two some alone time in the gardens with her favorite bugs.

•You were slightly scared of the ones with 8 legs but you tried your best to hold them for her. Once it started to travel up your arm she would rescue you and put it back in her hands.

•She wished to show you Dreamfyre. With her whole heart she wanted to. She would just have to wait till the perfect moment.

•She had asked you about meeting her before but you blanched.

“Isn’t that the dragon who tried to eat Prince Aemond?” You asked with wide eyes.

“Well… yes.” Her cheeks reddened. “But she won’t harm you, I know it.”

“How do you know that?” Your eyes were trying to go back to normal size but being eating by a giant lizard didn’t seem to be your favorite idea.

“Because I care for you.” Helaena answered quickly. “She’ll feel it. We’re bonded. You will be accepted, I swear it, my dragonfly.”

“…okay.”

“Really?” Her face lit up at your tiny answer.

“Mmmm, yes.” You have in because she is just so pretty when she smiles.

She shook with excitement as she squealed and jumped into your arms.

“I promise, you won’t regret this my darling!”

The next couple days you spent the time preparing yourself, even when the two of you were sharing a bath you couldn’t help but feel fear. It honestly wasn’t your fault, that dragon tried to kill her brother but won’t kill you????

At least she’d be with you in your final moments. That’s what you told yourself to feel okay with the situation.

Helaena was so excited she was nearly jumping for joy. She made you change into riding gear which made you pause for a moment.

“Pardon me, my love, but why do I need to?” You asked with a fake smile.

“To ride of course!” Helaena giggled as she braided your hair. She was already wearing her riding gear, and she also held a basket probably with some food in it, you guessed.

“Oh?” You choked out.

“It’s been forever since I last rode! I hope she still remembers me.” Helaena said jokingly.

This made you want to scream because your fearful state of mind did not pick up on the “joking” part of her voice.

‘What do you mean by that????’ You wanted to ask.

When you arrived at the dragon pit, which you delayed the best you could by “slipping” on almost every stone on the way down. She patted your back each time with a smile which almost made you feel guilty.

Helaena told the dragon keepers to bring her Dreamfyre out. They obeyed.

When you heard a roar that shook the earth beneath you, you started shaking in your boots. You looked over to Helaena who just stood there with a wide smile on her face, said smile made you loose focus for a moment. You smiled for a moment too until you looked back at the hole in the ground which had a large blue dragon coming out of it.

Helaena ran up to her, setting the basket down for a moment, and hugged her snout. The dragon let out a satisfied growl. She was happy to see Helaena too.

‘Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream.’ You nearly did scream as the large eyes landed on you.

Dreamfyre let out a large huff in your direction. Helaena let go of her snout, picked up the basket, and walked back to you.

She tried to pull you to her but you froze. Helaena looked at you concerned.

“Do you trust me?” She held out her hand.

“Of course I do.” You took her hand and followed her to Dreamfyre.

The dragon looked wary as Helaena walked you to her. Dreamfyre quickly felt the warmth from her rider towards you. The she-dragon tilted her head at the two’s closeness.

Because she noticed how much her rider cared for you she allowed you to place your hand on her. Dreamfyre closed her eyes and tried to sense something in you. When she opened her eyes again her rider had her arms around your waist with her head on your shoulder with a large smile.

Dreamfyre liked you. You made Helaena happy.

“How about we go for a ride, hm?” Helaena spoke to her mount.

Dreamfyre seemed to understand her as she shook excitedly with happy huffs.

“Come on.” Helaena grabbed your hand and led you to the side where her riding saddle was. She placed the basket in the saddle’s baggage holder. (Shhh, I don’t know if that’s actually a think, but it is today.)

Once the two of you climbed to the top of her dragon she made you sit in-front of her so she could make sure you’re safe. Of course she also wanted to be able to see and feel your thighs.

•Side note she totally is a thigh girl. Don’t look at me like that, you know it too.

“Are you ready?” She whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. “I believe so, yeah.”

Okay, I know you don’t wanna know this, but you totally screamed. Then you started laughing, like out of control type laugh.

Helaena started laughing with you as you reached the clouds. You had a hand on her thigh behind you and one hand gripping the hell out of the saddle in front of you.

You felt this sense of freedom. You didn’t have to hide your touches with Helaena above the clouds. You could scream from the top your lungs that you love her with all your heart and no one could say anything.

She bit her bottom lip when you squeezed more of her upper thigh. Helaena wanted nothing more than to taste you right now, but she would wait until you landed somewhere deserted.

Which wasn’t long, because your Princess was impatient. You climbed down the saddle and then helped Helaena down like a true gentlewoman.

Her basket was in hand and she began laying down a blanket as you took in your surroundings. It was a meadow filled with flowers next to a dense deep green forest. When you closed your eyes to focus you could hear a brook nearby with birds chirping loudly.

“Dragonfly?” She rubbed your arms with her hands as she turned you towards her. “Are you alright?”

“Never better, Helaena darling.” You answered which made her grin. She loved it when you used her name.

“Come, come! I brought cake!” She exclaimed and dragged you to the cover.

The conversation went smoothly between the both of you. It felt so natural and right to just sit and speak to her.

Once the two of your were finished with your lunch she slowly crawled over to you and leaned over you lap and kissed you softly. And again, and again, and so on.

Helaena sat her head in your lap and breathed out a relaxed sigh. You grabbed a wildflower and placed it in her hair. You wished you had brought a book with you so you could read to her.

Helaena wished you two could stay in this meadow forever. You, Dreamfyre, and cake. She wished to take you across the narrow sea and see every wonder that the world has to offer. She wished only the best for you.

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[nerys-nerie]

Dragonfly

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

You’re Princess Helaena’s handmaiden but you harbor secret feelings for her. Little do you know she does too.

Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, mentions of marital r*pe (it’s not really mentioned but sort of alluded to), smut, fingering, cunnilingus (Helaena receiving), and thigh riding

If you’re not interested in that don’t read, thank you.

I think I got all the grammatical mistakes, but correct me if I’m wrong.

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You stared as Aegon, your lady’s brother husband, downed another goblet of wine in front of his sister wife. Helaena just stared off into the distance as you stood behind her to her left in case she needed her cup filled again. She never did.

You never quite understood why Alicent thought it would be smart to make them have dinner together. They never got along, or talked for that matter.

You inched forward to your lady’s ear. “My Princess, I do believe you have that early tea with…”

“Lady Redwyne’s daughter.” The princess finished. “Oh, how could I forget.” Her nose was slightly brushing your cheek now.

She smelled lovely, you would know, you put her bath salts in the tub yourself. You never stayed to bathe her, you got someone else to do it. You feared you may cross a line if you were able to touch her naked skin.

You are her handmaiden. Obviously. You have been her handmaiden since you were ten and six. She was the same age as you when you met.

Your Princess did not even say goodbye to her lousy excuse for a husband as she moved. Helaena had stood up quietly and made her way to the door with you trailing behind her. You quickly walked in front of her to open the door for the princess.

“Thank you.” She said softly with a small smile.

You could not help the swarm of butterflies that entered your stomach. ‘She’s so polite.’ You thought.

Then again if she smacked you and called you worthless scum, which she would never do, you would thank her graciously.

Helaena was the one good thing in this world, and you tried your very best to protect her. You loved her bugs, her random words, her smile (on the rare occasions she was happy), her smell, her hair, and her lips. Everything about her seemed to intoxicate you. Even the way she breathed had you on the edge of your seat.

That’s exactly why you hated Aegon. When Aegon would come to her when he was drunk she always became a shell of herself the next day. She didn’t deserve that, no one did.

You would always be so gentle with braiding her hair with extra compliments those days. You gently messaged her shoulders and neck too. It always made her relax into the chair and breathe easier.

Helaena was always kind to you. She would show you her favorite bug. The beetle. A golden one at that. It only lived two months, but she wanted to show it to you every day. It always made your cheeks warm.

She even gave you special handmaiden clothes, so everyone would know you were her handmaiden. When her mother asked she mumbled how she was a princess, she thought it best that her maiden match her and some of her dresses.

That was something you also noticed. She always mumbled with Alicent or avoided eye contact. She never did that with you. She always tried to look you in the eye when speaking, though it did seem difficult sometimes for her.

“My pleasure, my Princess.” You responded with a small curtesy.

Her smile only widened. “Could you have a bath drawn for me, please?”

“Of course, princess.” You said as you made your way to her quarters.

She watched you as you left. She let out a small sigh. She liked having you close to her, you were her dearest companion. Helaena wanted to scream ‘thank you’ at the top of her lungs to her mother for choosing you to be her handmaiden.

For some reason when you touched her she always felt something warm in her lower stomach. She didn’t know what it was called, but she liked it.

Maybe you would bathe her this time. Strangely enough, Helaena prayed for you too. Your touch always soothed and ignited something she also didn’t know the name of.

When Helaena came to her room, after going to see her children, she found a different handmaiden waiting for her, not you.

She let out a small huff of disappointment. Almost a whine.

When the other handmaiden was touching her she imagined it was you gliding all over her body. A sudden arousal creeped in on her as the handmaiden accidentally pulled her hair. She had to bite her lip to keep a sinful noise in.

When the handmaiden was done with drying the princess she moved to put on her night shift. The Princess stopped her.

“I would like [Name] to help me with that.” She told the girl. The girl curtsied and hurriedly went to get you without a word.

You slowly walked into the room with slight confusion written on your face.

“My princess, you asked for me?” You bowed.

“I did. Help me put on my night garments.. please?” She beamed at you.

You took a deep breath. She was in only her towel. Her hair was wet and reaching past her mid back. Her pale skin was slightly red from the warm bath water. You could see her bare thighs littered with water droplets.

“Will you? Please?” She asked again.

‘So fucking polite.’ You thought again. Your eyes were dilated, nearly black, as you made your way to her. “It would be my pleasure.”

Helaena felt it again, that weird warmth in her stomach, when your eyes traveled over her body. She squeezed them together when you spoke.

You slowly removed the towel from Helaena. She stared you directly in the eyes when you did so. You turned quickly, breaking the unknown staring contest, and grabbed her night shift.

You would not stare at her naked body, it would ruin all restraint you have.

Helaena wanted you to look. She wanted you to see her breast and thighs without shame. She wanted you to want her.

“Why do you shy away from me? We have the same.. parts.” She said with hesitation.

“I do not wish to dishonor you.” You answered rather fast.

‘Please dishonor me.’ She thought.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Helaena spoke below a whisper.

You heard. No. You must’ve heard wrong, so you continued to put her shift over her head as she frowned.

“Does my Princess wish for me to brush her hair?”

“Please.” Helaena sat in her vanity’s chair. She was slightly disappointed, but she would still feel your hands on her this way.

You brushed through her hair with ease for the most part. Until you reached a small knot. You accidentally pulled at it as the lovely Princess let out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed.

The arousing warmth in her stomach was back tenfold now that it was actually you doing the pulling.

Did you hear that right? You did it again, on purpose. She let out a whimper this time and her legs, noticeably, squeezed together.

You had to put down the brush and close your eyes for a moment to just breath and calm yourself down. When you reopened them you saw Helaena staring at you with watery and pleading eyes.

“Please.” She said.

“Yes, Princess? What is it you need?”

“I’m.. aching. It hurts.” She said as her voice got higher in pitch.

“Where my Princess? Do you need a Maester? Perhaps a Massage?” You actually sounded worried at this.

She grabbed your hand and slowly, after having you graze over her lower stomach, put it on her cunt. Her night shift was a thin silk, so you could feel the wetness from her folds. She let out a small moan when your hand twitched nudging her clit.

“It hurts.” She repeated.

You know she wasn’t lying, you could literally feel her pulse in her loins.

“Please, make it stop.” Helaena whined and squeezed your hand.

“Princess.” You whispered with every syllable dripping in lust. You moved the chair over to have better accessibility to her. You kneeled in front of her and kissed her knees as you spread them.

“Fuck.” You saw her dripping down her legs nearly. You then pulled the night gown up to her waist.

Her soft hands grabbed your face. “Touch me, please.” Her beautiful eyes were nearly in tears.

You kissed her wrist and nodded. You then placed both of her legs over your shoulder and scooted her up to your mouth.

You teasing blew on her clit as she squirmed. “Please.” She begged again. It almost sounded like a sob.

You experimentally laid your tongue flat and licked a strip up her cunt.

She moaned your name and another plea. You were just as impatient as she was, so you dove right in. She squirmed as you sucked her clit. She nearly screamed as you licked inside her.

It was such a foreign sensation it made her want to feel it again and again. She wished you had a cock to fill her with your children. She wanted so badly to only be used by you for the rest of her days. She couldn’t help to think the most vile things to do with you.

“Please, please!” She said again as she rocked her hips into your face when you nibbled her clit. Her thighs clenched around your head in need.

You looked up at her. Gods she was a sight to behold. Her mouth was in an ‘O’ shape as her eyebrows knitted together. Her sounds, for fucks sake, her sounds. They sounded so cute. Her whines and the way she would grind on your face made you nearly loose it.

You then decided to use your fingers to pump in and out of her as you pulled her clit between your teeth.

“Mm, please, my love, please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted you to squeeze her plush thighs harder to make a mark so she would always remember this moment. The day you ate her pussy like a woman starved.

You thought in your mind how there was no way she was supposed to taste like ambrosia from the Gods, but you did not dare question it. You loved how messy she was as her sweetness dropped down your chin. It made your own core clench around nothing.

Your fingers felt almost as good as your mouth. Helaena noticed how you kept searching for something inside her.

“My love!” She cried out as you found it. Her hands plunged into your hair which caused you to moan directly onto her clit. She was so needy for you.

She felt as though she would burst at any moment. You had added a third finger into her and you always rubbed against the spot that made her moan oh so loud.

You would’ve worried about her noise if you weren’t in heaven at the moment.

“So, so pretty.” You mumbled.

“Feels weird.” She said in between moans. Some coil in her was about to snap. It almost felt like her bladder but not quite.

And then all at once Helaena’s back arched as she let out a silent scream. Her walls clenched around your fingers tightly, but your movements never ceased. She squirted on your chin, but you still continued.

Once she finally started feeling overstimulated she pulled your head back. Her legs were still shaking.

You kissed the inside of her thighs with feather light touches. “Princess? Are you alright?”

“What..” she had to catch her breath for a moment. “What just happened?”

“You came.”

“I came? I’ve never done that before.” Your Helaena was in a dazed state with labored breathing.

Your blood started to boil at this. Aegon had never given your Princess an orgasm? What a dumb fuck. That was the closest thing to divinity that you’ll witness while you’re alive.

“Did you like it, Princess?” You kissed her knees again.

“Yes.. how do I.. how do I make you feel that way?” She asked. She wanted to see you as you came and she wanted to know if you’d make sounds too.

“You don’t need to, my Princess-“

“I want to.” She cut you off. “Please.”

You slowly stood up and took off your dress. Now you were only in your small clothes which was just a thin underdress with no panties.

Helaena watched with bated breath as you made your way over to her. You sat down on her thigh. You took a sharp breath. You then thanked the Gods the vanity’s chair was large, so you had a lot of room to bounce on her leg when needed.

“You’re warm.” The Targaryen Princess whispered. “I like it.” She giggled.

“As are you, my Princess.” You said with a grin. Her muscles in her thigh twitched as she moved it ever so slightly. You bit your lip and moaned.

“Helaena. You can call me Helaena.” She said as one of her hands landed on your waist.

You realized you had not exactly kissed her yet, true you had kissed a pair of lips but not the ones you innocently dreamed of. You stared at her lips as she stared at yours. She licked on your top lip lightly.

You placed a soft kiss on her lips, it didn’t have passion but it had a caring nature. Your Helaena was not used to such sweetness. She pulled you closer to kiss you harder. Her movements made you let out a small moan as your clit grazed over her thigh ever so slightly.

Helaena paused into the kiss. She had taken note of your sound. She wanted to hear it again. So she bounced her thigh muscles making you twitch slightly.

“Helaena.” You whispered with urgency. She continued slowly as if to antagonize you. Her hands were on each side of your waist, but one of them went exploring to your breast. She pressed her lips to yours to silence you when she squeezed your nipple.

“I want to try something.” She said as she separated from your lips.

“What is it, my pri- Helaena?”

“Your Helaena..” she repeated. The thought made her smile sweetly as if she didn’t have your nipple between her fingers five seconds ago.. “I wish to kiss you here.” She point to your breasts. “Take your small clothes off. Please.”

You did so wordlessly. “May I kiss you in the same place Helaena?”

“You may, [Name].” She sounded giddy. She then removed her night shift so the two of you were completely bare.

Helaena had actually had a wet dream of you taking her breast into your mouth. Now that it was actually happening she couldn’t help but accidentally move her legs a little.

It made you buck your hips on her thigh. She loved your little whines. She prayed she sounded as cute as you did. Helaena kissed your lips and slowly moved your hips over her thigh. You let a small moan into her mouth.

She wished to praise you for being so wet, it made it easier for her to move you back and forth. She started to slowly bounce her leg.

You kissed her neck and made a trail of wet kisses to her collar bone. You licked her pebbled nipple and pushed your head to it. You chuckled but it turned into a breathy moan as she shook her leg harder.

You took her nipple into your mouth and massaged the other one. She started to jerk hips as well. When you switched to her left nipple you reached your hand down to her heat and rubbed her clit.

Helaena began to ride your hand. Her leg became tire of bouncing so she ended up searching for your clit as well. She found it very easily. The woman used your wetness as a lubricant to sloppily circle your clit.

She didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she learned fast from your reactions. Helaena want you to cum on her fingers first, but she wasn’t sure if she could last. You were like some sort of expert when it came to her cunt.

You realized she was probably lost so began to ride her thigh. Her hands squeezed your hips with a desperate need. She wanted to taste your breast too.

You noted how she would probably have to take a bath after just taking one. Your slick was all over her thigh and leaking down onto her chair. You couldn’t care less, after all you’ll be the one cleaning it.

Her beautiful noises were back. It only seemed to turn you on more. Soon her noises were muffled by one of your breasts as she had started to nibble one.

This made you cry out as she bit down a little harder than needed. You pinched her clit in return making her gasp. Your fingers were rubbing inside her as you began to palm her clit. Your darling wouldn’t last long that was for sure.

You had finally felt that familiar tug in your stomach. It was close to bursting and your thighs began to shake.

“Gon- gonna cum!” You called out as your eyes slammed shut.

“Cum on me my dragon fly. I wanna watch your face please, please. My pretty baby.” The Princess wanted to see you fall apart on her thigh. She wanted to hear you.

Your eyes watered as your back arched, your motions stopped but your Helaena rubbed her hand on your clit to help you cum harder. You nearly screamed as you came undone. It felt like such bliss even though you squeezed around nothing it still felt so good.

Your body felt exhausted as you came down from your high, but there was one thing you wanted to do before you went to bed. You continued your palming that you had stopped when you were coming.

Helaena had just watched one of the most erotic thing she could think of. The way your mouth hung open to let out the most wanton moans she’d ever heard. It was the way your legs shook when you’d calmed down. She wished she could see that at least once a day for the rest of her life.

Once she noticed your movements she wanted to pull away, but you were literally magic the way you played with her to perfection. The sweet girl gave in to your touches as you kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Look at my pretty girl, is she going to cum on my fingers again? Hm? Does she want to cum again? Can she be good for me?” You asked with fake sympathy.

“Yes, please! Please I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” She whined over and over again. “Wanna cum, please, please let me cum. I’ll be your good girl!”

“So needy.” You kissed and sucked on her skin as you found her special spot inside her. You eventually started using two hands. One to put pressure on her clit and the other to massage her insides.

“Please, ‘m so close.” She whimpered almost like she was crying.

“Cum for me sweet girl. You’re my good girl, you can cum.” You encouraged her as she started to squeeze your fingers so tightly.

Her back lifted from the chair once more as she came all over your fingers. She couldn’t help the jerking of her hips and the moaning from her lips.

Her hips slowed as her moans became quieter until they were just heavy breaths. You slowly got off from her thigh to get a rag to clean yourself off her.

“Where are you going?” She sleepily looked over to you with sad eyes.

“I need to clean you, Princess.” You said as you grabbed a bowel of water and a rag from her table that the other maid must’ve used earlier.

She smiled down at your when you squatted to clean her thighs. She bit her bottom lip thinking about something. You loved to get her dressed, but she stopped you.

“No, let’s sleep without them.” She was referring to your dress as well. Helaena began to stand and lead you to her bed. “Come, let us sleep.”

“My Princess, your maid-“

“You’re my handmaiden.” She corrected. “Helaena is my name. Remember?”

“Yes, Helaena.” You smiled as she pulled you down into her bed.

Helaena clung to you tightly like you were her only lifeline in this dark world. You didn’t mind, you liked know she felt for you too. She was the only good thing in this world so you would do your best to protect her.

“Goodnight my dragonfly.” Helaena whispered with a cute grin on her face as she drifted into sleep.

You guessed she didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’, so ‘dragonfly’ would be the closest thing you got to it.

“Goodnight, Helaena darling.” You kissed her damp hair as you too drifted into sleep.

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I hope you liked it!

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[nerys-nerie]

I really wish to write something but I have no idea where to start or what to write.

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