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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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Klaus Hargreeves x Powered Reader

-Watch and Learn-

Warnings: buffoonery ensues, fun times

This gif is beautiful and represents the reader v well.

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Do you realize shoplifting is bad, yes. Are you about to do it on a dare, also yes. You see, Klaus has been up to no good recently, you put it up to his desperation for your complete and undivided attention.

For about a month you were over in Australia visiting an old friend, and your poor Klaus was left all alone to fend for himself, for 30 whole days. You were honestly surprised that your apartment didn’t burn down, or look incredibly trashed with random street cats walking around it.

Amazingly enough, everything was intact, but oh man did Klaus miss you. For the first day he wouldn’t even leave your side. The two of you laying on the couch and Klaus couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that you minded, he was needy and very handsy that night. So let’s just say, no movie watching was happening.

But back to your current situation, here you are outside a high end clothing store, and you’ve never been more ready in your whole life.

“Remember the goal Y/N, some shiny bracelets, sunglasses, a pricy pricy shirt, and something special for, muah.” Klaus purred sweetly in your ear trying to throw you off, but you remain unflinching and determined.

“Piece of cake, this will be a record haul.” You tell him with a mischievous smirk as he grins back at you.

The two of you casually walk into the store, you’ve put on your long blonde wig and dark sunglasses to better conceal your identity if things did in fact go south. Klaus didn’t try much to disguise himself as he walked in looking like some carefree wanderer, but then again, he’s the distraction.

He walks to the nearest group of employees and begins an over dramatic display of fascination for a certain hat that is laying a top a mannequins head. You make a beeline for the jewelry, finding your prize and nonchalantly sliding them into your inner jacket pocket. Easy money. Next you practically glide over to the sunglasses, looks around you before snatching your favorite pair, ripping off the tag and placing them casually into your coats inner pocket. Yours now.

You scan the store for the shirt isle, easily enough your eyes land down an isle to your left where you let out muffled snort. Klaus now has dark glassed Harry Potter looking specs as well as a fancy cowboy type hat. All in all he looks relatively good, like a sexy desert traveler who’s about to steal some hearts. A smile forms onto your face as you briefly watch him keep up his dramatic act of being the best shoplifting distraction you could have asked for.

Turning back to the pricy isle of shirts that altogether probably cost more then your car, well that is if you actually payed for it. You continue forward, your eyes scanning over the silk and leather fabrics, over ones encrusted with jewels and animal fur that you’re hoping is just fux fur. Your keen eyesight finally stills onto a gorgeous Gucci sweater that practically screams take me. You glance up and find where the nearest security cameras are, spotting them, you pull your attention back to the task at hand. You run your hands down the sleeves and swiftly tug, the sweater comes off the rack and makes a quick descent towards the polished tiled ground.

As sly as a fox you kneel onto the tiled floor, picking it up and sliding it into your coat where it’s completely hidden from any prying eyes that might not be minding their own business. With a smirk you stand up, taking the empty rack and calmly sliding on a new sweater that you found at the local thrift store, that’s been patiently waiting for its next clothing rack. You turn down the isle watching Klaus sweet talk an employee who seems to be under his little spell. You can’t help it when your jaw clenches in subconscious jealousy, you know it’s all for show but still, only you get that adorable smile and emerald eyes that at least they can’t see due to his current fashion statement.

Shaking those thoughts away, you ground yourself again to what you and Klaus actually came here for. Now to find something special for your man, scanning over the brightly lit store your eyes widen in excitement at the beautiful jewel encrusted golden snake necklace that only queens of Egypt should be allowed to possess. You coolly walk over to the necklace, your nerves racing in a bustle of excitement as you make it to the glass case that surrounds it. You shift your eyes once to the left and then once to the right, surveying the area for any intruders. No ones in the nearest proximity due to Klaus’ amazing ability to draw in a crowd practically anywhere.

“Oh and look at you, Klaus is gonna love you, not as much as me but hmm you are one beautiful snake.” You whisper to the glimmering metal hiding behind the stores attempt at a security precaution. Reaching out your hand you simply use your power and defy the laws of what humans should be able to do. Your hand phases through the see through glass where you promptly pick up the dazzling trinkets made for royalty. You silently stick it into your bra and turn around, making your way down the isle and towards Klaus and his crowd of high end retail workers.

You walk past him and give him a wink, he takes the subtle hint, says his goodbyes and trails after you towards the doors. You slow down your pace so he can catch up, a sudden arm slings over your shoulders as he kisses the side of your cheek.

“My dear you would not believe what a bunch of kiss-asses those guys are. Enough to match Luther honestly.”

“Well you seemed to be handling them just fine from what I could see.”

“Huh yeah, they thought my tattoos where interesting.”

“They did, didn’t they.”

“Ohhh were you...were you, gettin a lil jealous Y/N?”

“What? Jealous of a couple of blonde bimbos, you need your eyes checked babe.” Klaus lets out a laugh as he opens the stores door for you. You avoid eye contact, your frustration slowly building until he reaches for your open hand. The contact and the way that he leans into your side instantly calming your agitation once again.

“Alright fine. That was admittedly mean and unnecessary, and yeah okay I was a tad bit jealous...but come on Klaus. You make me feel things.”

“Aww Y/N you’re so cute, my little thief. So watcha get?”

“Oh some of this some of that. I’ll show you when we get back to the apartment. I’m gonna have to come back later and destroy the security footage.”

“Oh right, that silly thing those pricey stores like to do. Security cameras.”

“Ruining fun for burglers since they were invented by some paranoid prick.”

“Eh they have their uses.” Suddenly his attention snaps over to a hotdog vendor further down the sidewalk, “Oh hey, you want a street sausage...and I’m not talking about mine..ah Jesus Y/N I was kidding don’t hit me.”

“Klaus.”

“You have a strong arm. It was a serious question before you assaulted me.”

“Babe we have stuff that’s worth more then the building we live in. We should just go home, we have leftover Thai in the fridge.” Klaus abruptly halts the both of you, shifting your body so he can rest his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes, his face shifting into a pleading expression.

“But my tum tum is grumbling...listen to it Y/N...it says feed me or I’ll die of hunger.”

“Wow I didn’t realize you could speak stomach. Klaus you are truly full of surprises.” You deadpan with lack of facial movement but a low sigh coming from your parted lips.

“Do not antagonize me woman this is serious.” He gives you the biggest and most adorable puppy eyes, trying with all of his might to sway you to the dark side. You roll your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. His eyes go wide in excitement, knowing he’s won you over with his usual Klaus charm.

“My lovely lady, you are a gem among the city sewage.”

“Thanks Klaus. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“That’s what I do babes.” Replies Klaus with a quick kiss to your lips before he drags you over to the vendor, that admittedly smells quit delicious if you’re being honest. He orders a simple dog for the both of you, actually paying for it himself to your great astonishment. Then he slathers his in toppings as you select a few of your own, then it’s through the city park to reach your apartment. The two of you and your concealed stolen goods, walking casually down the parks walking trail as you both happily munch on your hotdogs.

“Maybe I have too much on mine.” You have a look at Klaus who’s face is smeared with ketchup and mustard as he fumbles with is already messy napkin while you take another bite from your own hotdog in an attempt at concealing your laughter. “Seriously Y/N, it’s all over my face now, I’m a mess.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Ben don’t laugh..” Whines Klaus with a pout as he glances over at you who’s definitely losing your shit. “Okay fine, it was pretty funny.”

“You walked right into it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well Ben’s about to pee himself if you’d like to know so good job at that.”

“Thank you thank you I’ll be here all night.” You bow to no one in particular as Klaus finishes off the last bit of his hotdog. You hand him your napkin as you throw your dirty ones in the nearby trash can. Klaus doing the same, now looking much less of a mess, both on his face and hands. He swiftly catches up to you and practically throws himself onto you. You stagger to the side as his full weight begins dragging you downward towards the wet pavement, oh no you are not about to have his lanky ass get you all dirty. As a witches cackle escapes from your mouth you use your phasing abilities and a second later your idiot boyfriend has fallen onto the cold cement. He lets out a yelp as his hands reach out to catch his fall, he does a little tumble before sitting on the ground, a annoyed huff leaving his lips.

“Eww Y/N I was in you.” Whines Klaus as he picks himself up once again, you cross your arms and bite your lip in amusement.

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

“That was very different.”

“Yeah well your fatass was about to send me into the dirt. I happen to like this coat and would prefer to keep it looking snazzy.”

“Your snazzy can kiss my buns, I’m going home and then I can be in you...but not in that way.” He quickly adds as he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept his appealing invitation and just like that the two of you make your way out of the park and towards the apartment building where some fun times await.

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bbygilre · 4 years

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Hello, I hope you are doing well! If you are taking requests, may I request headcanons for the DMC guys (or just V or Dante) and their reaction to their significant other giving them really good massages? It can be sfw or NSFW, thank you for taking the time to read this and have a good day/ night!

I WANNA BE YOURS

Omg hello hello, I was quite busy with real life stuff!! Im sorry if this is late. 🥺👉👈 Here is it!!

(Dante x F! Reader )

P. S NSFW CONTENT HERE!!

It was around 9:30 in the evening when the telephone rang at Dante's desk. It was odd, people usually call Dante during the day because they know Dante won't answer their vendetta's during the night. I let the phone ring twice before answering it.

"Good evening, this is assistant of Mr. Dante Sparda. I'm sorry to tell you that we won't be attending jobs or gig during the night." I responded in a formal way, just as what I was instructed.

If Dante's not around it is my duty to answer the calls. Strange, someone called tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just to inform you will be receiving mails. This is from the post office,"

"Ah, very well. Strange that you guys called us this time of the day."

"We called during th afternoon yet it seems that no one answered."

Oh damn, there is no electricity during the afternoon cause Dante can't pay his bill right.

"Oh, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot answer calls during the afternoon because we have problems with the err— electricity." I sighed

"No problem ma'am, we'll be sending these mails to you, have a good Mrs. Sparda."

"I am not his wife—" before I could even protest, he hanged up.

WHAT? MRS? MRS SPARDA?

Mrs. Sparda...

It actually sound pretty nice. My name plus Dante's family name...

I like it.

"Y/N Sparda. Hm, not bad." I smiled before heaving a sigh, the smile still plastered over my lips. Goddamn it, this is not the perfect time to think about it.

For months, I have been working for Dante. He's quite different from the people I have worked with and one thing to describe him is that he is cocky. Sometimes he plays around yet when he's serious, I see a different version of himself. Dante himself isn't just an ordinary person. He is a half demon.

I grew up knowing that people described demons as entities that looked horrible and ugly, in Dante's case, he isn't one of those in fact, he looks like a living god. His family definitely has good genes, especially his mother.

I took the picture frame that was placed at his desk. It was like a prized possession of Dante, a fragment of his good memories with his dearest mother. She looked beautiful, piece of art work. I smiled as I adored her timeless beauty.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice snickered behind me before he blew a thin air to the back of my neck.

I warm breath touched my neck and in a moment, I quickly placed the picture frame back to the desk and eagerly faced this man who just surprised me like that.

"Do you really have to do that?" My cheeks were flushed, I could feel my ears heat up.

He is so damn close, damn.close.

"Do what, Mrs. Sparda?" He let out a booming laugh, before he messed his long ivory white hair. "I heard that mail man called you Mrs. Sparda,"

"H-he did not!"

Stop.

"Hm, very well." He smiled before winking at me. He then turned around and went to his sofa, taking a comfy sit and closing his eyes.

This man, does he even know the word 'SPACE'?

I heaved a sigh, placing my palm over my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it wanted to leap put of my chest so bad. I took a glance at him and noticed he closed his eyes and sighed, his long ivory white hair was tied. His strong and well chiseled jaw clenched before he groaned.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yes?" Oh shit, I could feel my cheeks heating up again and my heart beating so fast.

"Can I ask for a favor? It won't be much."

"What is it then?"

He cleared this throat, his adams apple swallowing before he flew his eyes at me. When I said that Dante looked like I living god, I meant it.

"Can you massage my shoulder and my back too?"

I, an obedient kitten, shyly nodded at him.

I feel so nervous! Not that its not my first time doing a massage to someone but actually giving my boss a massage. I haven't touched Dante, I never had the chance to touch his skin or have any physical contact with him. Now once again my heart was beating so loud and beating so fast. My cheeks were flushed and so was my ears.

I positioned myself behind him and trying to get myself to calm down and collect my thoughts. My hands were shaking and my thoughts were scattered everywhere. Before I could even touch him, he quickly took off his shirt and revealed his skin.

It was holy. Everything about Dante looked so goddamn holy. I was too afraid to touch him yet there was this feeling of also wanting to touch this god.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He looked back and gazed at me.

"N-No nothing..." I shook my head and bit my lower lips.

Gosh, I have never been this crazy. Nobody made me feel this way except the son of Sparda.

"Well then,"

I bit my lower lips before pressing my fingers against his bare back. He was well built and that made him look tough. His shoulders were broad and his back was well chiseled, his muscles well evident. I guess exterminating demons is quite a workout for him. There wasn't any scar visible at his smooth skin nor any imperfections and it was a sign that he wasn't a normal being and it's not a bad thing at all.

I rubbed my palms together to create heat before gently pressing it as his broad shoulders. I started to massage his shoulder by extending my your while pulling my fingers together and curling them slightly, forming a loose letter "C".

I bit my lower lips and continued giving him a massage. I heard him growl and groan and it somewhat made me flustered. I didn't know if it was good or not.

My thoughts were scattered as he continued to growl and groan. I didn't know what to do next, It felt like he just swiped my feet like that. No matter how many times I tell myself to calm down, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly ran my fingers to his back and felt his skin.

My breath hitched.

"Y/N,"

He called my name and it almost seemed like a thunder. It was deep and raspy, almost like a Greek god calling a peasant like me.

"Y-yes?"I yelped.

"Curiosity kills." He looked back with a devilish smiled plastered at his lips. He reached for my left hand and pressed his lips against it.

Shit. I think I'm loosing my sanity.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N."He snickered before he maneuvered me and lead me, now here I am standing in front of this god.

Please. Please. Not now. Dante...

"I-I was just..."

He stood up and leveled my gaze. He's tall. And when I said that he's tall, he fucking is.

"If you're going to touch me like that, your curiosity taking over you, at least let me look at you." He kissed my left knuckle before he guided my hands into his bare chest.

I hitched my breath once more, biting my lower lips.

Damn it.

He let go of my hand and let my itching hands roam his bare chest. It was well chiseled,well defined. My fingers slowly creeping to his abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I circled my fingers around his abs once before covering my face with the both of my palms. I'm getting crazy. Dear Lord please help me.

I didn't know what to do next. I was just giving him a good massage awhile ago and here I am getting crazy over this man's body.

Fuck.

He looks so damn...damn holy that my body tells me that it's a big sin to touch him. To touch every detail of his.

"Baby..."

Dante, not now please...

"...baby please."

He took my palms away from my face and raised my chin using his fingers, now my gaze fixated at him.

The lights were dim at his office because it was only his neon lights were turned on at this time. It was the usual routine. Now I see that glow from the neon calligraphy hits different when you're getting sensual.

"Dante..."

I can't even recognize my voice anymore.

"You're driving me so damn crazy," he spoke in a rough and raspy tone.

As he moved closer to me, I was able to smell him. His musk lingered around, making me dizzy.

"Oh please,"

He didn't waste his time by just looking at me. His hunger took the best of him and it was quite evident. He harshly pressed his soft lips against mine, intruding my mouth. He was skilled, he know what he's doing.

I let out a muffled moan under our kisses, I wasn't able to catch up with his pace. His hands locked unto my waist, wrapping it around before he decided to carry me towards the wall.

My back was now against the hard wall. I couldn't think straight, all I know that this man is kissing me until Im crazy. Now that we positioned ourselves well, he roamed his warm calloused palm to my chest and broke our kisses.

He wasn't satisfied by just touching my mounds against my offending night satin gown. He rudely ripped it off and threw it way, revealing my skin. His warm palm cupped my right mound, gently kneeding it. I have never been aroused like this. Even his simple touch makes me crazy, what more his lust for desire and sex combined with his touch.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped my mouth, vulgarly leaping out each kneed he makes. "Oh Dante..."

My eyes widened when I saw him lower his head, his lips trailing a kiss from my jaw to my collar bone to my left mound. Now the loneliness from my other mound was swept away.

"Oh my goodness—" I yelped when I felt his tongue playfully lick and suck my erect peak. He swirled it and sucked it like a greedy baby. His eyes were fixated at me and it seemed that he was amused seeing me getting crazy about it. I tried to push his head away yet I felt so week and he kept going.

The skill.

He knows what he's doing.

He unfortunately stopped licking my erect peak and fixated his gaze at me. His palms were now on each sides of my thighs, spreading my legs open. Grinning, he harshly pinned me once again on the wall and this time, I can feel his arousal against the thin cloth against my crotch.

It's warm and hard. I bit my lower lips as he slowly rocked his hips, his hardness brushing my folds. I can't believe that he's rock hard by just kissing me and I can't believe that Im already soaking wet down there.

Fuck.

His gaze was now serious, ruthless even when he started to change his pace of brushing his rod against mine from slow to a fast one. It felt so good making me arch my back while I pull his hair. The pleasure felt too much and he was brushing a spot that whenever his rod brushes against it, I loose my sanity.

"Y/N..."

I looked up at him and noticed that he was panting and his jaw was clenched. A planted a small kiss at my forehead before once again stopped brushing.

"I need you..."

"H-huh?" I looked at him, flushed and my eyes were dreamy.

Did I just hear it right... He needs me...

"I need you, my hands won't hush me." He looked at me with desire and scorching lust. His voice was rough and deep making him look even ten times sexy.

In a moment the next thing I knew that he swiped my thin panties to the side and his finger slowly entering my sex. My eyes widened when I felt a foreign sensation as he started to finger my sex. I rested my forehead to his shoulder and moaned softly, letting the feeling sink over me. It was a slow and gentle rhythm, letting his finger brush inside me.

"I can't take it anymore." He said in a stern tone, frustrated and wanting.

I was actually clueless at first but when I heard him unzip his pants, I knew that we were going to do it. I didn't care anymore, I want him. I need him too. I want him so bad.

"I can't take it anymore but I just can't put it in—"

I cut him off by facing him, my cheeks were burning red and my heart was raising so fast.

"J-just d-do it..."

Wow, I actually can't believe I said that.

He smirked at me once again, this devil. This man literally know how to drive me crazy, even if he's just smirking or even smiling.

Am I considered lucky because I'm actually making out with the Son of Sparda? I guess I do, I'm sure girls would've said yes to this. He's Dante Sparda, he's just more than a devil hunter. In a moment, I sure felt lost but then, a tingling sensation when a hot rod slowly went inside me. I quickly hid my face when I realized he's burrowing his hard staff inside me even more. I feel so full inside, my mind is spinning, my body feels hot against him.

"Fuck..." I heard him growl in a deep and husky voice, frustrated yet aroused.

Dante started to move slowly, gentle. I felt him inside me, by detail. It was driving me crazy, I'm absolutely enticed by the pleasure I am feeling and this is no joke, I'm swayed by it. I kept my moans low by biting my lower lips and it awfully stings now knowing that I've been biting it.

"Y/N..." He groaned while he whispered my name.

Damn it.

He slowly changed his pace to much more rougher one. His tip continuously hitting a sweet and delicious spot and his length brushing inside.

He looked like he is still controlling his lust and desire for it, I can feel it. He took a tighter grip on my thighs and it felt like wanted to have a tighter grip on it even more. His pounding was rough, wanting. I could still hear him groan over it.

"Fucking hell..." He suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving me empty and lonely. I quickly looked at him, my eyes wanting for an answer.

"I want to see you, you're just hiding your face," he gently kissed my right before planting a small kiss on my left cheek. He seem to have started to walk towards his huge ass wooden table with a smirk.

He gently put me down against the hard wood of table, letting my lie down afterwards. Now that he placed me at this table, I surely feel so embarrassed knowing that Im showing all of me, even the littlest imperfections I have, my flaws. I covered my face with my palms, flushed and shy.

"You are beautiful..."

He chuckled before taking my palms away. His eyes were intently looking at me but I can see his sincere and passion eyes at the same time.

"You are beautiful, even your flaws, they're beautiful. Your littlest detail, it's so beautiful."

No fair, this man truly knows how to drive me crazy. Even at this time.

"You are a piece of art, a masterpiece."

It was so intense, full of passion. Sex is usually for couples, full of love and scorching passion. But in my case, I really don't know what to say... All I know that I love this man. For months of working for him, I loved him. For once, I wanted to be selfish and asked the universe to grant me luck with what selfishness I ask for. Now, this is it. Even just for tonight, I'll claim Dante as my own. Even just for tonight.

"I wanna be yours..." I whispered so soft and gentle and it almost felt that I was fragile. He didn't probably hear it, and Im quite sad about it. I slowly parted my legs, once more inviting him to my secret garden. He never hesitated to enter it anyway.

The feeling of pleasure once more sunk in me, taking over my system. We made love all night, over and over again. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure and lust combined with passion kept us all night. Our bodies against each other, our thoughts flying away. Our voices calling out our names, begging and wanting for more.

Until we got tired.

Until we got satisfied.

Until we reach our limit.

Until we passed out with so much.

Until my selfish time that I asked runs out.

I feel so full, sore, and tired. A complete mess even.

Oh dear universe, does this man even know that I love him? That I adore him?

"You're beautiful." He caressed my cheeks, repeating the same line over and over again.

"Do you even realize that I..." I didn't have the strength to even open my mouth and talk.

"I do. I do wanna be yours..." His voice slowly fainted as I slowly fell into slumber.

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minteyeddemon · 4 years

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"Fight Me”

I was listening to Simon Curtis - Flesh while writing this hhhh I love that song.

V x Liah; Smut, fighting, biting

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There was an anger radiating off him, like a wave of heat she could feel on her skin from her standing position against the wall. She could see the leather of his glove flexing with how tight his grip was on his cane, the muscles in his arms incredibly tense. She had a feeling if he squeezed it any harder, he would snap it in two.

She moved from her spot, and made to sit next to him, scooting closer into his side. The wave of anger dulled very little, as he looked at her from his peripheral.

“You do not need to ask, Liah. I am fine.”

She gave him an obvious frown. “Sure don’t look fine, V," she said point blank, not taking her own eyes away from his.

His mouth formed into a thin line, his gaze set straight before him, staring into clearly nothing; but the previous hour could be seen clearly replaying over and over in his mind.

He and Dante had gotten into a pointless and useless argument, that led into an attempted fist fight between the two men, V's cane being tossed to the side in exchange for bare fists. The demon hunter managed to get the poet in a headlock, teasing him for his failed attempts to take on the bigger man. In a flame of rage, V summoned Griffon, who immediately flew at Dante, pecking him relentlessly on the top of his head with claws attempting to rip up his skin. The fight was eventually broken up by Nero and Nico, who both pulled Dante out to join them on a mission, and forced V to stay and stew over the fight.

She could see his mind reeling and decided to lean forward, tilting her head to be within his line of sight. She could see the lower lid of his eye twitch, trying not to look towards her. Noting this, an idea brewed in her head, and she grinned at him.

“How about you try fighting me this time.”

That had his attention, as his jade eyes immediately flickered to her face. “Fight you?”

She gave him a smug smirk. “Yeah. Me.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously, but it didn’t deter her grin at all.

“And what, pray tell, kind of fight do you wish to have with me?”

Her smirk spread more, as she stood and crooked her finger for him to follow her. Without hesitation, he stood from his seat and followed her up the stairs, to her bedroom. Once he closed the door behind him, she grabbed him by the lapel of his leather jacket, pushing him onto the bed, pinning his hands by his wrists above his head.

"Prove how strong you are to me, Shakespeare," she teased, using her legs to pin his, her grip on his wrists tight and pressing.

The dark smirk that spread across his lips made a shiver roll up her spine. He shifted a knee beneath her, managing to move her to her side with a rather loud surprised noise, and flipped to have her on her back. Her hands were still around his wrists, but he used the leverage to pin her arms to her chest.

"Sure you want to challenge me, firecracker?"

“Do I look like I back down from a challenge?”

Before he could reply, she rolled her hips upward against his, distracting him if only for just a moment; but that was all she needed. His grip loosened just enough for her to push him up, knee to his stomach for leverage to knock him off her so she could get up from the bed.

He stood up from his tumble off the bed, a dark gleam in his eyes as he faced her. He rolled his shoulders, his fingers flexing as he stared her down.

“Using your appeal on me. How crude,” he shot at her, knowing full well she enjoyed riling him up like that.

With a cheeky grin, she gave a slight shrug. “All’s fair in love and war.”

He chuckled, chin tilting up a bit as he ran a hand through his hair. His muscle tensed with the action, and she tried her best not bite her lip as she looked him over.

“I will win this war,” he hissed, than moved so quickly she couldn’t react; he shifted behind her, grabbing her by the wrists with one hand, the forearm of his free arm wrapping around her neck. This brought her back flush against his chest and she gasped when his arm tightened around her throat.

"The little mouse continues to tease the cat, and will soon lose its tail," he whispered by her ear. He turned her and forced her forward onto the bed, pushing her face down into the mattress. His grip was still tight on her wrists while he used a foot to spread her legs for him. "Oh how beautiful you look in this position, my firecracker," he breathed, and his free hand came down hard on her ass. She gasped at the contact and tried to struggle free from his hold, but to no avail.

"Ah ah," he tuted her, giving her another hard smack. "You are now at my mercy, dear. You prodded the bull far too much." His free hand came up underneath her and cupped her middle, eliciting a small whimper from her at the barely there contact. His fingers deftly worked the zipper of her jeans and popped the button just as easily. "You wished for me to fight you yet now are nothing but putty in my hands. How quickly the fire burns out in one so brazen."

She looked back at him suddenly, and moved her leg to wrap around his hip, pulling him flush against her bottom. The sudden movement made his grip loose and she pulled free, turning over to grab him by the lapel once more and flip him on to the bed. He laid there, upside down for a moment, while she managed to climb off the bed.

"Hey Mr. Poetry, you really need to learn to not let your guard down."

He huffed in frustration and spun off of the bed, lunging directly at her this time. She tried to dodge but his movements were always much quicker; he grabbed her by the throat and rammed her into the door, pinning her between his body and the wood frame.

"You try my patience with your little games, Liah," he growled out by her ear, fingers squeezing her wind pipe slightly. She gave an airy laugh, attempting to be defiant as well as trying to calm her racing heart. "But I thought you enjoyed my games, V. Just look..." Her hand came down to cup him through his baggy black jeans. "You're hard as a rock..."

He groaned at the sensation and rutted slightly against her hand; but his own remained tight at her throat. "You still try me, darling. I guess it's time for this game to come to an end."

Using his hand at her throat, he guided her back towards the bed, and resumed their position of her face down on the mattress, her ass slightly in the air. He gripped her hands behind her back once more, and with his free hand untied the laces of his vest, pulling the string free. He used said string to tie her wrists together, keeping her stuck in her position and she couldn't break free. He stepped back and shrugged off his coat, rolling his shoulders as they were freed of the heavy leather. He returned to his position behind her and gripped her jeans, tugging them down until they were at her knees, her panties following suit.

"Such a sight," he sighed, taking in her glistening cunt, his fingers tracing her labia teasingly. Her whine was muffled by the mattress as she turned her head to look back at him, watching him toy with her. His other hand was working at his belt, unbuckling it slowly as his fingers continued to glide along her folds, slipping in ever so slightly to brush her clit for the smallest moment. She heard the undoing of his zipper, and he tugged his own jeans down just enough to free his cock, giving it a few pumps as he slipped his finger into her tight entrance. She keened at the sensation, rolling her hips back to get any semblance of friction from him.

His smirk was wide as he looked down at her, pumping his cock in time with his finger inside of her. He slipped in a second one and began to scissor them within, making her writhe under his touch. His smirk only widened.

"Concede that I win this 'fight' and you will receive what you wish."

She looked at him with lust in her eyes, darkening the emerald around her pupils. "You win, V. You always win. Please...fuck me..."

His eyes seemed to roll back into his skull as he inhaled sharply, letting it out on a low growl as he surged forward, plunging his cock into her with fervor. He paused and waited for a few pulses of her walls around his shaft before he picked up a slow pace, taking his time in fucking her. She keened and tried to roll her hips back against him, but his hands kept her in place. "Patience, firecracker. Let me draw out this victory."

She whined but nodded, letting her head slump forward onto the mattress as his fingers worked up her back, pressing her down roughly by the shoulders. His thrusts became hard despite their slow pace, and the mattress rocked with each one. He leaned forward and placed his chest over her back, covering her completely. His mouth found her neck and his teeth marked her skin, biting down so hard she was sure he had drawn blood. "This is my prize. None shall have it but me," his voice rumbled against her back and she nodded, a high moan leaving her as he hit her cervix.

With another growl, he continued to bite along her neck and shoulder, leaving blooming red marks that were sure be blue and purple come the next day. Marks of his triumph and possession of her. He pulled back slightly and picked up his pace against her, his fingers finding purchase in her hips and digging into the flesh there to hold her flush against his middle. Her nails were digging into her palms now as she felt everything in her beginning to tighten, ready to snap at any moment. Just the right push of his hips would send her careening over the edge. He could feel her walls tightening around his cock and pressed forward, rutting his hips roughly against her and relished in the feeling of her releasing around him, her walls fluttering and milking him until he also followed suit, filling her with spurt after spurt of his cum.

Once the initial high of his orgasm wore off, he leaned forward and freed her wrists, allowing her to fully move and lay properly on her side on the bed. He followed and laid along side her, taking her sore wrists in his hands and giving them the gentlest kisses. He knew they were going to have those angry red marks for days; but at the same time, he was happy she allowed him to go that far.

"Thank you," he mumbled into her hair. She pulled away a bit to look up at him. "For what?"

"For this little...fight you planned out for me. It helped to...release that pent up frustration that was brewing in me."

She smiled warmly at him and kissed the tip of his nose before cuddling into his chest. "You know I am always the best at helping you 'release pent up frustration'," she teased, and simply pinched at her bottom, before chuckling right along with her.

#devil may cry #devil may cry ns/fw #dmc v #oc liah #v x liah #fanfiction #fanfic

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thousandeyesand-one · 5 years

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S08E01

Ok so here's where D&D suck. They try to create an "open to interpretation" kind of scenario with most female characters, arya is definitely there but nobody is given a hard time over it more than Daenerys. They never explain or make her explain the why's & how's, because they want daenerys to be the "bad ass dragon queen whose impulse has given the show it's many epic cinematic moments"

GRRM does something quite similar too. He writes characters as faulted as human beings are supposed to be, he likes to conflict a reader's mind in the most tiring way possible. He said afterall he believes Faulkner's words "The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself".

He makes his character do an action/say some words that more or likely they HAD to. But then he introduces the consequences of the said action/words while at the same time he gives a reason & understanding of why such a hard decision was made/tough words were used. GRRM creates conflict in such a way that it is upto YOU. The Reader, to decide for themselves what they make of the situation. Which ultimately means it's only one's assumption to choose to believe the character was wrong because you choose to ignore the reason behind their action/words. While the one's who support the character chooses to accept the character not only with the reason behind the action/words but also with the consequences of it.

Your "hate" towards daenerys is just YOUR assumption, your villainization of daenerys is just YOUR assumption, your degradation of daenerys's efforts & experiences is just YOUR assumption. Not the actual story definitely not the author's intent.

The scene where daenerys takes the unsullied is the most bad-ass, jaw dropping & inspiring scene centered on a female character ever. When it dropped I remember GA being taken by how "bad-ass" she is. But now I see haters using Astaphor as a "brutality" condoned by daenerys. All because the show never cared to reflect upon a deeper more sympathetic thought process behind doing what she did. While tge book reading haters like I said above choose to ignore her reason & only care about the consequences.

Tv Show: "we never really get this sense .. of her capacity for cruelty. They are surrounded by people who are terrible people but haven't done anything to her personally. It's interesting to me how the sphere of her empathy widens the sphere of her cruelty widens as well."

-Dan Weiss ( X )

Books:

"I was alone for a long time, Jorah. All alone but for my brother. I was such a small scared thing. Viserys should have protected me, but instead he hurt me and scared me worse. He shouldn't have done that. He wasn't just my brother, he was my king. Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?"

"Some kings make themselves. Robert did."

"He was no true king," Dany said scornfully. "He did no justice. Justice . . . that's what kings are for."

– Daenerys III ASOS

The show never showed this side of daenerys's story GRRM is literally giving a reason behind what she is doing at Astaphor while in the future books you get the consequences of those actions, THAT'S HOW YOU CREATE AN INTERNAL CONFLICT IN A READER (&/or) VIEWER.

What D&D do with dany all the time is leave her reasons behind & only show her actions & the consequences. Which over time lead everyone to believe she is descending into some form of madness, that she is an entitled power hungry monarch & that she is actually being a villain! Ignoring the fact that D&D draw inspiration for the show from a book series whose author treats all of his characters in a conflicting manner.

Something like that happened in s08e01. Am not talking about the s@nsa vs daenerys situation. I think it's a call back to Alaric Stark & Queen Alysanne Targaryen's relations. Alaric Stark was known to be cold & hard towards Queen Alysanne at first but eventually softened towards her in time being as he got to know her more. S@nsa stans don't need a reason to hate on daenerys so this storyline was like a gift to them to continue that petty hate.

No matter what their relationship prospers into I have to say s@nsa was being unnecessarily rude towards daenerys. Alaric Stark actually had a reason to be cold towards the Targaryens, his brother died defending the wall against a mutiny caused by some prisoners King Jaehaerys had sent to the wall. But there is nothing that daenerys did to harm the Starks?! S@nsa herself has no reason to hold a grudge towards daenerys or the Targaryens. The northern lords are being a bunch of ignorant fucks still dwelling on the politics of the past that which a "smart" person would overlook given the state of emergency they are in. Instead s@nsa is using that ignorance to incite more segregation in Winterfell. Knowing well that the wall was breached she is treating the dragons as a burden when girl! they are your best defence against the undead one that Night King controls. S@nsa might be smart but right now she is not acting smart!

Regarding the matter of food, I don't think s@nsa understands the level of danger that the oncoming army of the dead possesses against the living. Alaric Stark was judgemental of Queen Alysanne & the party that travelled with her because she wasn't necessarily there to defend Winterfell against anything, she was there on one of the many royal progression's that the king & queen did all over the kingdoms. But daenerys isn't here on some progress she is here to stand her armies beside the North men & Knights of the Vale in the fight. It is S@nsa's duty as the Lady of Winterfell to arrange for the food & other commodities for perhaps the greatest alliance northerners have.

I don't much tread into the doylism aspect of things but the way s@nsa said that she didn't account for the dothraki & the unsullied did she mean she was expecting Jon to die in the south? Because there was only two ways Jon's southern trip would go he might return with allies hence more mouths to feed or he might die. That sure don't sound all that smart of a deduction though!

When daenerys said "whatever they want" she defended her children reminds me of how everyone used to tell the direwolves don't belong inside the castle walls but out in the wild but the stark kids defended them anyways. Daenerys did the same thing too she defended her magical wild beasts who, just like the direwolves are dangerous & different.

Daenerys expecting respect from sansa isn't entitlement, Jon is S@nsa's king & daenerys is Jon's Queen. By that it is a certain decency to give daenerys that respect. In inside the episode video David nutter & Sophie say that s@nsa wants daenerys to know that this is HER home??! I mean daenerys doesn't want her home she wants your respect, she has a home it's called Dragonstone!

“No man has ever died from bending his knee,” her father had once told her.

“He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all.”

-the Kings Prize ADWD

I just can't wait until s@nsa softens upto daenerys like Alaric did towards Alysanne. So people can actually focus on other more important things in the storyline.

Then about the reaction Sam had when he learnt about his father & brother's death.. THAT WAS ABSURD. He clearly wasn't that sad when he learned of randyll's death but his brother's death affected him most. Which reminds me of a quote..

He wondered whether Dickon would shed a tear for his brother who died in the snow, somewhere off beyond the edge of the world. Why should he? A coward’s not worth weeping over.

-Samwell I, ASOS.

Do it now. Stop crying and fight, you baby. Fight, craven. It was his father he heard, it was Alliser Thorne, it was his brother Dickon and the boy Rast.

Craven, craven, craven. He giggled hysterically, wondering if they would make a wight of him, a huge fat white wight always tripping over its own dead feet.

Do it, Sam. Was that Jon, now? Jon was dead. You can do it, you can, just do it.

-Samwell I, ASOS.

Sam remembers his brother in the books with the likes of Ser Alliser Thorne & Rast. It is understandable that his heart might be broken to listen of his brothers death but to do what he did especially to the last remaining family of his mentor, Maester Aemon Who treated him 1000x times better than both his father & brother.. Maester Aemon felt so passionately about Daenerys & he only trusted that information to Sam.

"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought... What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it." Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. "I must go to her. I must."

-Maester Aemon, Samwell IV, AFFC.

Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a Maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected."

-Maester Aemon, Samwell IV, AFFC.

Alleras stepped up next to sam. "Aemon would've gone to her if he had the strength. He wanted us to send a Maester to her, to counsel her & protect her & fetch her safely home." "Did he?" Archmaester marwyn shrugged. "Perhaps it's good that he died before he got to oldtown. Elsewise the grey sheep might have had to kill him, and that would have made the poor old dears wring with wrinkled hands." "Kill him?" Sam said, shocked. "Why?" "If I tell you they may kill you too" marwyn smiled a ghastly smile the juice of the sourleaf running red between his teeth.

-Samwell V, AFFC.

It is so awful that Sam has infact put the last two family members of Maester Aemon's blood against each other. He is treating Daenerys the way he treated Alliser Thorne when Sam realised if Ser Alliser becomes the Lord Commander his life would be hell so he literally uses Jon & raises him to be a Lord Commander in the hind sight to protect himself. When Jon actually (in the books) decides to fight for Winterfell & take stannis's offer.

Instead, he blamed Jon Snow and wondered when Jon’s heart had turned to stone. Once he asked Maester Aemon that very question, when Gilly was down at the canal fetching water for them. “When you raised him up to be the lord commander,” the old man answered.

-Maester Aemon, Samwell III, AFFC

“Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”

- Maester Aemon, Samwell III, AFFC

Not only was Sam's reaction a little over the top but it was wrong how he channeled it upon Jon as well. He ruined the most important revelation of Jon's life because of, again, himself. Jon also didn't seem to care about the fact that daenerys is related to her (lmao) but was more taken aback by Sam suggesting him treason against daenerys.

I do not want to play the oathbreaker, even for good reason.

- Jon VIII, ACOK.

Jon Snow flexed the fingers of his sword hand, remembering all he’d lost. Sam, you sweet fat fool, you played me a cruel jape when you made me lord commander. A lord commander has no friends.

-Jon X, ADWD.

"I had a frightening dream last night, m'lord," Dolorous Edd confessed. "You were my steward, fetching my food & cleaning up my leaving. I was Lord Commander, with never a moment's peace." Jon did not smile. "Your nightmare, my life."

-Jon VI, ADWD.

Daenerys: "We all enjoy what we're good at" Jon: "I don't!"

-GOT, s07e03.

Jon doesn't want to have power for the sake of power. Over & over again in the books & in the show he made it clear he did what he did to fight the Army of the Dead not for a crown.

Jon: "Do you think we can beat the Army of the Dead without her? I fought them sansa twice, you want to worry about who holds what title I am telling you it doesn't matter. Without her we don't stand a chance.. Do you have any Faith in me at all?

Sansa: you know I do.

Jon: she'll be a good queen, for all of us. She's not her father.

Sansa: no, she's much prettier .... Did you bend the knee to save the North or because you love her?

-GOT s08e01

There are two reasons why anyone would bend the knee.

•Out of fear, fear of cruelty, collapse or death.

•Out of love & respect & trust.

Jon bent the knee to daenerys for the latter, that scene with sansa & Jon was cut off annoyingly leaving the argument hanging but there was more than just love, yes Love is there My god if this isn't what every jonerys stan had been screaming since s07 ended. But there was more than love, there was respect for letting him mine the dragonglass regardless of no existing alliance, there is also trust when daenerys actually not only let him go beyond the wall but also flew all the way there, solidifying the trust he placed in her to come to his aid without an alliance in place.

Jon glanced over his shoulder. The shadow was there, just as she had said, etched in moonlight against the wall. A girl in grey on a dying horse, he thought. Coming here, to you. Arya. He turned back to the Red priestess. Jon could feel her warmth. She has power. The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth, but this was not a woman he cared to be indebted to, not even for his little sister.

-Jon IV, ADWD.

But instead he chose to be indebted to daenerys by asking for her help without giving her anything in return. Because he trusts her to be a good, reliable Queen & she won his trust.

Sam: "Don't you know?

Jon: know what?

Sam: Daenerys, she executed my father & brother. They were her prisoners.

Jon: ......

Sam: she didn't tell you

Jon: I'm so sorry. We need to end this war.

Sam: would you have done it?

Jon: I have executed men who disobeyed me.

Sam: you've also spared men thousands of Wildlings when they refused to kneel.

Jon: I wasn't a king.

Sam: but you were you've always been. Jon: I gave her my crown Sam. I've bent the knee am not King in the North anymore.

Sam: Am not talking about the king in the north am talking about the king of the bloody seven kingdoms.

.......

your mother was Lyanna Stark your father, your real father was Rhaegar Targaryen. You've never been a Bastard you are Aegon Targaryen true heir to the iron throne.

.............

You're the true king, Aegon Targaryen, sixth of his name, protector of the realm, all of it.

Jon: Daenerys is our Queen.

Sam: she shouldn't be.

Jon: it's treason.

Sam: it's the truth. You gave up your crown to save your people would she do the same?

She literally did the very thing in s07e06 when she left dragonstone with Drogon, Rhaegal & Viserion to rescue Jon.

Tyrion: "You cant win the throne if you're dead. You cant break the wheel if you're dead."

Daenerys: "So what would you have me do?"

Tyrion: Nothing. Sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do. If you die we're all lost everyone, everything!"

Daenerys: "You told me to do nothing once before & i lostened to you ... am not doing nothing again."

There are moments in the story both in books & show where we do undeniably see daenerys put the people or her children ahead of her crown.

That morning she summoned her captains and commanders to the garden, rather than descending to the audience chamber. "Aegon the Conqueror brought fire and blood to Westeros, but afterward he gave them peace, prosperity, and justice. But all I have brought to Slaver's Bay is death and ruin. I have been more khal than queen, smashing and plundering, then moving on."

"You have brought freedom as well," Missandei pointed out.

"Freedom to starve?" asked Dany sharply. "Freedom to die? Am I a dragon, or a harpy?" Am I mad? Do I have the taint?

"A dragon," Ser Barristan said with certainty. "Meereen is not Westeros, Your Grace."

"But how can I rule seven kingdoms if I cannot rule a single city?" He had no answer to that. Dany turned away from them, to gaze out over the city once again. "My children need time to heal and learn. My dragons need time to grow and test their wings. And I need the same. I will not let this city go the way of Astapor. I will not let the harpy of Yunkai chain up those I've freed all over again." She turned back to look at their faces. "I will not march."

"What will you do then, Khaleesi?" asked Rakharo.

"Stay," she said. "Rule. And be a queen."

– Daenerys VI, ASOS.

Not that she must or she needs to give up her crown for Jon or anyone so Sam can be convinced with her being a good queen. Fuck that! Sam is being impulsive here (something that daenerys is blamed of, turns out everyone does it) she has on multiple occasions put her people first. Sam hopefully learns it in time because his knows I don't want him to be the A-hole he acted like..

If she had been some ordinary woman, she would gladly have spent her whole life touching Daario, tracing his scars and making him tell her how he’d come by every one. I would give up my crown if he asked it of me, Dany thought … but he had not asked it, and never would. Daario might whisper words of love when the two of them were as one, but she knew it was the dragon queen he loved. If I gave up my crown, he would not want me. Besides, kings who lost their crowns oft lost their heads as well, and she could see no reason why it would be any different for a queen.

-Daenerys VII, ADWD.

A queen belongs not to herself but to her people.

– Daenerys V, ADWD.

The red priests believed in two gods, she had heard, but two who were eternally at war. Dany liked that even less. She would not want to be eternally at war.

- Daenerys V, ASOS.

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

- Daenerys I, AGOT.

She did take a dozen flasks of scented oils, the perfumes of her childhood; she had only to close her eyes and sniff them and she could see the big house with the red door once more.

- Daenerys VI, AGOT.

"He died for me." Dany clutched her lion pelt to her chest. Underneath, a sheer white linen tunic covered her to midthigh. She had been dreaming of a house with a red door when Missandei woke her. There had been no time to dress.

- Daenerys I, ADWD.

"Is it Daario? What's happened?" In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts.

-Daenerys II, ADWD.

Dany had never known a home. In Braavos, there had been a house with a red door, but that was all.

-Daenerys III, ADWD.

Soon Dany was as clean as she was ever going to be. She pushed herself to her feet, splashing softly. Water ran down her legs and beaded on her breasts. The sun was climbing up the sky, and her people would soon be gathering. She would rather have drifted in the fragrant pool all day, eating iced fruit off silver trays and dreaming of a house with a red door, but a queen belongs to her people, not to herself.

- Daenerys IX, ADWD.

Isn't it amazing how the very episode in which Sam raises the question "will she give up her crown?" is the very episode where daenerys said this

She obviously didn't feel at home neither at Dragonstone nor at Winterfell. This romantic moment is the closest to a house with the red door this show has ever done.

Also notice how throughout the episode whenever Jon is speaking to others he refers to daenerys as Queen. But when he is alone with her by that waterfall he refers to her as "a southern girl". Jon loves the girl daenerys not "the floppy ears" of the dragon queen that she wears..

-Daenerys VII, ADWD.

"So we pray. I want to plant my olive trees and see them fruit." Does it matter that Hizdahr's kisses do not please me? Peace will please me. Am I a queen or just a woman?

- Daenerys VII, ADWD.

So the point is neither does it make sense for Jon to turn against daenerys all of a sudden for something like a title that he himself just said doesn't matter to him. Given that the third episode is where the battle for dawn is supposed to take place. Iron throne is not on Jon's mind. Plus I don't think Daenerys will be anything but shocked, confused yet happy to find a family member, none other than the son of her elder brother whom she idolizes, she is in love with Jon as he is with her!

A crown should not sit easy on the head. One of her royal forebears had said that, once. Some Aegon, but which one? Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him.

-Daenerys I, ADWD.

Ser Davos is already planning a better solution to all this. A just woman & an honorable man to probably get married!

Now I need Sam to somehow learn more & more about who daenerys actually is.

#jonerys #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x dany #game of thrones #game of thrones season 8 spoilers

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silversiren1101 · 5 years

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🍀 I don’t know if you take requests rn but... if yes could you do headcanons for Villain!Aymeric paired with a hero reader? If that’s alright ! If not feel free to ignore this !!!

Sorry this took so long! My internal writing mechanisms have been busted for weeks now. The mojo just isn’t coming, but I gave it what I have! This is pretty different from what I normally write, so I hope you like it anyway! I personally had a lot of fun with it.

Villain!Aymeric

Personality:

All of his usual decorum and grace? How everything social is just so easy for him, coming to him as naturally as breathing? Nothing has changed, but where his passion had been fire, a raging hearth ever so welcoming in the cold of Ishgard, our V!Aymeric might as well be the cold winds of Coerthas himself.

He is as smooth as silk, not a single snag in the shimmering, black fabric to catch in. He’s water dark as midnight, cascading over obsidian falls with the only light being what few constellations twinkle overhead, so cool as to steal the breath from your lungs. He’s the ice-slickened stones of Witchdrop that make it ever impossible to climb one’s way back out.

Every ‘gentlemanly’ act, anything that seems welcoming or hospitable, is merely an act to drop your guard. As soon as the crack in your defenses is wide enough, he slithers right on inside, ready to take everything within you and then some. Whatever was inside you? Doesn’t matter. All that matters is him and that you are his.

Possessive. Jealous. Devouring. This is V!Aymeric. Your only purpose is to be his, and nothing more. If he had his way, you’d have everything you need to fulfill his desires, and even in suffering, his charm makes you only want it more. He’d be your lord, your commander, your everything. And after he’d worked every shred of independence from you, you'd be more than happy to serve.

This is from the perspective of specifically a fellow Ishgardian Elezen hero, for specific reasons :)

Meeting:

Ah, but of course he doesn’t get his way, and it’s the first time he hasn’t.

Declared a Heretic, you are dragged before Sir Aymeric and a contingent of Temple Knights, primed and ready for interrogation. There’s a smile on his face that would’ve been soft on any other’s, but on his is only contemptuous. Predatory.

Despite the brightness of his irises, his eyes themselves are dark. They hold a false pretense of warmth that only goes surface deep, and just beneath is nothing but swirling void, housing rows of gnashing teeth wanting to tear into you for reasons unknown.

“Approach.” He orders, and something about the way he says it sends a wave of goosebumps down your limbs. Your feet nearly begin to move of their own volition, but you stop them with a defiant growl, rooting yourself to the spot.

The expression on his face shifts in an instant. That predatory grin falls briefly to confusion, before returning once again in force. He strides over with such grace you can’t help but admire it, only forcing you to briefly swallow said feelings down as he grabs your chin between his fingers and tilts your face upwards to meet his like some prized stock. The fury with which you meet him only widens that hungry grin even more.

“Well isn’t this interesting?” He muses. “Immune to my charms.”

He licks his lips before pushing you to the floor, letting you fall to your knees as he towers before you. Before you can protest, he snaps his fingers aloft. The other Knights present in the room turn in unison before marching out of the room, and what glimpses you see of their faces wrenches your gut in horror. So... empty.

“Such a useful ability, is it not? My charm is irresistible, as you can see. All doing exactly as I say... all but you.” It dawns on you then, the reason his words had felt so cold.

Magic.

“What have you done to them?!” You spit at his feet, feeling disgusted than you’ve ever been. “Robbing someone of their free will? That’s monstrous!”

The chuckle he answers you with would’ve made you punch him, had your hands not been tied behind your back. “Is it so wrong to use my birthright?”

He reaches down and snatches you by the shoulder before you can interject and demand more information, pulling you... to your feet surprisingly. Your mouth opens, but even so, can find no words as he begins dusting the filth from the floor off your clothing. He finishes, you still speechless, and appraises you once more with that hungry, curious look in his eyes.

“Kneel.” He purrs.

You feel a weight tugging at your knees. It’s stronger than before, now that he’s consciously trying harder, and yet you resist all the same. The glare you give him would’ve sent many a man running already, but he merely rocks back onto a heel with that infuriating look pursing his lips.

“Most fascinating.”

“You’re disgusting.” You snarl, fixing him with pure acid in your eyes.

“Rudeness is a poor look on you, dear.” But both his tone and expression only speak of his amusement. His eyes trail up and down your body, lingering overlong on certain places that now self-consciously burn with all the fire of the sun. “Yet you wear even it, well.”

Your face burns with a heat you wish would just roast you from within to out. His own beauty isn’t lost on you, so gorgeous that you might’ve thought him the divine mouthpiece of Halone herself had he not exuded such evil. He is the last person you want complimenting you. Though you suspect it all a ploy to get past your defenses, and don’t give him the true reaction he wants.

“Birthright. You said ‘birthright’, what do you mean?”

Aymeric merely hums, turning away from you to approach a cabinet on the far wall. Along with a bottle of some Red you don’t recognize, he pulls free two wineglasses finer than any glassware you’ve ever seen, let alone handled yourself. The time it takes to uncork and fill the glasses seems to stretch on for hours, for days, for years... as tense and awkward as you expect he wants it to be.

“It truly is a wonder, you know.” His voice drifts almost lazily over his shoulder, and he turns back to face you with his full glasses. The strides he takes back to you in the center of the chamber are languid, careful not to spill even a single drop of whatever vintage fills those glasses.

The pause in his statement is killing you. What is the source of this foul magic? What could ever give him the ability to command these people like puppets... but not yourself?

The widening, catlike smirk on his face tells you he’s reveling in this tension, not even breaking as he takes a sip of the wine. It stains his lips deliciously, the most natural and lovely of a Lady’s lip rouges.

“What? What is such a wonder, Ser Aymeric?” You hiss his title with disgust, telling him everything you think about his stature.

He only chuckles, doing that up and down look again before trying once more: “Sing for me.”

A song bubbles into your throat, something from a happy day that will now only be tinged with the horror of this encounter. A single note escapes before you stop it, noting that the compulsion this time had been almost impossible to resist. Almost.

“Oh, but that sounded lovely. Do you truly wish to fight me so? We could be allies. All you have to do is trust me. Once you see.”

“Go fuck yourself.” But still, his words confuse you. What does he mean by ‘once you see?’

Aymeric sighs then, setting down the main glass he’d been drinking from, still holding the untouched one. The one you feel he intended for you, despite your wrists still being bound behind your face.

But he moves before you can ask, downing a sizeable mouthful of the red liquid without swallowing. He closes the distance between you quickly, grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling your mouth flush against his before you can truly realize what’s happening. Before the horror of it all sets in.

His tongue pushes between your lips and into your mouth, working your jaw open to grant him access... and to the flood of red now demanding entrance.

The liquid crosses his tongue to yours, filling your mouth with the bitter taste of not grapes, but iron. It coats everything with its foul taste, and you attempt to gag only for him to press harder into his assault, this terrible kiss that makes you never want to be touched ever again. With no room to breathe, the liquid shoots down your throat with each wracking gasp, asphyxiating into your lungs and journeying to your stomach both.

Everything becomes a mix of the liquid and his kiss. Everything becomes violated. You try and pull away only for him to pull you against him harder. It lasts long enough your vision begins to swim, your lungs aching in desperate need for aid.

And then it’s over.

He releases you casually, letting you fall once more to your knees as your vision fights with the grey crawling about its edges. You gasp and sputter, coughing and gagging as you desperately take each breath and attempt to cleanse the foul liquid from your mouth.

“Wha-! What-*hack*-what was that?! What did you give me?!” You wheeze, limbs beginning to tremble as a sense of wrongness permeates your entire being.

Aymeric merely clucks his tongue, looking down at you as he dabs a white cloth at the mess of red about his mouth. “It’s better if you don’t fight it.”

“What are you talking abo-!”

You never finish.

Your words cut off with a scream. Shooting, stabbing pain his your gut as if you’ve been stabbed. You look down in terror only to find your torso healthy and hale, only for it suddenly hit you again. And again. More and more, spreading outward from your center until all your limbs sting and burn in ways you’ve never felt before. Pain so awful you never could’ve described before now.

It feels as though your very being is tearing itself apart. Sinew fights with bone, blood fights with vein. Everything boils and burns and all you can do is writhe on the floor, in too much pain and shock to even scream anymore. Pitiful whimpers fall from your bruised lips as your vision flicks and swims, the Change already beginning to claim you.

The last thing you remember is him kneeling down beside you. He pulls off his tabard only to fold it and put it beneath your head, the smile on his face truly, actually ‘soft’ this time.

“Dragonblood, Hero. It truly is wondrous.”

Relationship:

After the initial rampage, he explains it all to you. Everything about the history of this damn country. Everything about why you grew wings and scales and claws and went wild as the Chorus reached your ears.

He’d been the one to fight you down, turning into a dragon in his own right. Dark blue scales mixed with black and gold accents had tackled you straight out of the sky, sending you sprawling into the ice and snow with wings rent to shreds.

You’d awoken to a ceiling you didn’t recognize, only to realize with horror you were in his bed as he chuckled softly from the desk at your side. Worse, you were naked... and wounded. Bandages crisscrossed all up and down your back, the wounds from your wings transferred to the skin there as the equivalent spot of your Elezen form.

A dragon. He’d changed you into a dragon.

“Oh, but it was always there. Lurking within.”

And so he had explained. And so you had vomited, again and again and again in some desperate attempt to get the blood out of you.

In vain, of course, he was so quick to say.

This is how your relationship goes, a begrudging student under the mentor who just had to make this happen with his selfish desire. His curiosity for the Hero immune to his own powers.

That disgust never truly fades, at least not for how this all came to be. Even as you spend time together, go to dinners and balls, stage a bloody coup together to bring the tale of Ishgard to light, it never truly fades.

Even as you lay in his bed, years later, coming down from the highs he so expertly gives you, you know you can never forgive him.

But he’s the only one who understands.

#ffxiv #aymeric #aymeric de borel #villain!aymeric #AU #heavensward #headcanon

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Okay so you're new to the fandom? I gotta know what's your favorite fitz and simmons moments from season 1-5

OH DEAR LORD. WHy you gotta ask me the hard questions. Okay well yes I am a new shipper. It sounds weird to say that because I actually found fitzsimmons videos a year or so ago. I had a whole collection of my favorite moments of theirs saved on my youtube account. Never watched the show, had just kind of haphazardly came across them and would look up scenes every few weeks. But then shit started to look like it was going all downhill and angsty for them as a ship so I stopped looking into the videos (had to protect my soul lol). But then I started binge watching the show all together and NOW HERE I AM W/ NO LIFE ONLY A BURNING FITZSIMMONS SHIP that honestly is the best. Its also perfect timing because captain swan ship kind of finished off, and I was in need.

And honestly fitzsimmons is just as beautiful as Captain Swan to me which says a lot, because that was my lifeblood for years ha ha.

Anyways to answer your question which I plan to pick two answers for for most of because 1 is too little, here you go ha ha.

Season 1 - I cannot chose between the scene where she jumps off the plane (which that whole episode was gold) Honestly the whole moment they realize they have been next to each other since day 1 and that is why they are so terrified of what’s happening, because being without each other is terrifying gets me right in the feels.

But the part where she jumps. The looks exchanged. And Iains brilliant screaming reaction, sold me on the ship and really made me see a career for him.

But I also can’t pick it before or after 2x22s underwater scenes and love confession. The look on his face while she’s explaining death. It was the first time I think ive ever scene a show perfectly and accurately describe and show what its like for someone to fall in love with another persons mind (at least that’s what I got from watching Fitz’s face), AND The part where Fitz goes “and youre more than that Jemma” gets me every time. AND HER array of kisses fucking kills me. So those are my two from season 1.

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SEASON 2 - I have to chose the scene where Jemma says that maybe there is something there, and grabs his hand. I mean they waited until the last second but they gave it to us, and her little hitched breath/cry at the end was so something I could relate to. Like I felt like I knew what that feeling was for a moment, and that’s good acting right there when all of a sudden you understand what it’s like to be the character.

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SEASON 3 - This has got to be the hardest one to narrow it down for me season wise. This season KILLED ME. Like If there is any season that has scenes I always go back to its this one for sure. First some honorable mentions …

1. The scene where Iain’s character is being told that they need to contact Jemma’s parents and then him yelling at the monolith KILLED ME. Its so close to being my top favorite moment because it was so wildly well acted and touching but only reason Im not counting it as my favorite is because Jemma is gone.

2.Also that kiss with the whole funny space, my most prized possession, line is amazing. Funny cute. Soft and gentle. Like that split second move where he ever so slightly moves his face and they take it as a sign to gently kiss and his ensuring she was ready was perfect. I loved every second of it.

3. And Im also having a hard time not counting this third honorable mention as one as my favorite because again you see how much Fitz really loves her. And you are able to tell just what he thinks of her and how much he values her and wants her. And god damn its so well acted for a dude just looking at a video screen. LIKE FUCK. How is this not my favorite when its one of my most replayed, well probably because Jemma and him aren’t together yet lol. BUT IT IS DEF in my top most replayed.

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But my two favorite from this season has to be

1. The scene where he talks about settling down in Scotland. His face when she’s like ‘i was as clear headed as ever’ is so heartbreakingly gorgeous. He wants her so bad haha.

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2. AND The kiss scene. GOD the body language slays my entire life. From the exasperated “are you seriously mad at me” walk to the “get angry line” where everyone including their mothers was like awe yiss Jemma wants him to want her just as bad.

To the look on his face afterwards where he’s like omg she has no idea how hurt I am and the whole “you think that i’m not angry, im sick to my stomach” line kills my heart. And the pure desperation when she says “and you dove through a whole in the universe for me” and Fitz’s face which is like “I fucking can’t not kiss her right now” kills my entire being. I think it’s safe to say its my number 1 most re watched scene.I die every time.

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Season 4 - My favorite scene is I believe it 4x14 but I could be wrong. Where Jemma tells him he makes things from the brilliance of his mind and goodness of his heart kills me. Watching Fitz’s face and how much he loves her and is astounded by her love in him gets me every time. I replay this one a lot as well!

Honorable mentions also go to the reunion scene and the pod hug at the end of season 4 and jesus fuck the scene where he says there is only room in his heart for her. That was the best confirmation of endgame to ever be given in my life haha. Again an instance replay for me.

Season 5 - The promo? Haha.

PS THIS WAS TOOO HARD. And I wish I could have included links for each clip but they limit that shit because theyre evil lol.

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