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dreamofjoys · 8 months

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— 𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙂𝙂𝙎

Synopsis: Neuvillette has finally decided to lay his eggs in your womb

C/W: Oviposition, egg laying(5), afab, established relationship, a little bit of domestic moments, double d's cause why not, double penetration, mention of pain, belly bulging, cockwarming

A/N: Dragon people are into oviposition... i just know...

DO NOT READ / DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU MAKE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS (esp when I already stated the warnings) minors go away please.

NEUVILLETTE was gentle when he spread your sticky thighs apart, allowing his shaft to easily re-enter your sex again due to the lubrication of your fluids. He had spent hours stretching your hole out with his fingers and cocks, resulting to you constantly cumming and making a mess all over him.

The hydro dragon doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he pushes your back to the bed, positioning you in a missionary position while he fucks you with both of his dicks. "Sh-shit agh Neuvi, fe-feels so good!" Your eyes rolled to the back when his dicks hits onto your cervix with dead accuracy, his balls slapping onto your folds providing extra stimulation, making you cum once again.

Your husband eyes on your fluttering pussy hole before slowly pulling out, to test if there is any friction. His face turns into a deep shade of red when the erotic sound of sqwueesh happens. Your walls suddenly clamp down on him, seemingly not wanting him to leave your sex. "Love, I think you are ready." Neuvillette comments, looking back at you who seems to be babbling incoherant nonsense, too fucked out and disorientated to register what was going on.

Neuvillette re-positions you again. Your back was pressed onto his front, your legs spread wide with his own as he slots both of himself back in ease, sighing when your walls start fluttering around him again. You moaned in delight when your pussy feels full again, throwing your head back onto your husband's shoulders, hazy eyes looking up at him.

"Will it hurt when you push the eggs in?" So you still remember the agenda of today's sex. " A little, but I will make it fast. Just 5 eggs, tell me if it's too much."

"Hehe, if my husband wants me to take in more than that, I will gladly do so!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Neuvillete leans down to give you a peck on the cheek, his silver hair falls down at his action, tickling your naked body. "There is a limit to your mortal body. I won't hurt you just for my own primal desires." "But you just said that it will hurt a little when the eggs enter me though?"

"I want to start a family with you." He rest his forehead on yours, ocean blue eyes staring down at you. "If you want to back out now, I am also okay with it. I would never want to do something that you are not comfortable with." Your heart skip a beat at his words. This was the very man that you have married to. A kind and gentle soul that was willing to deny his own happiness just for yours.

"Is okay, I told you before that I wanted this. So please, do as you wish, make both of us parents." Upon hearing your words, all the blood in Neuvillette's body seems to have rushed to both of his cocks. His pale lips came crashing down on yours, hungrily devouring you. You gasped when he pinches on your harden nipple, his tongue taking this golden opportunity to slip inside your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the tip of his cock enlarging, your walls expanding to accommodate the size as something big and round slips into your womb. It seems like one of his cock was responsible for pushing the egg in while the other was just there to keep you nicely stretched. You pulled away from Neuvillette, a string of saliva attached to both of your lips, whimpering when you felt another egg entering your womb.

This whole process was testing the limits of your vagina. You start tearing up at the constant stretching of your walls, instinctively wanting to close your legs but a hand was immediately placed at the back of your thighs, stopping you from doing it.

"It will hurt more if you close your legs." Neuvillette whispers into your ear, his other hand snacking down to toy with your clit, trying to divert attention away from the pain. Your tear stained face breaks Neuvillette's heart, but he could only whisper sweet little nothings to you, telling you that he is so lucky so marry someone as beautiful as you, praising you for being able to take both of his cocks so well. You gripped onto his hand that was toying on your clit, body shaking when you felt the last egg being pushed into your womb, settling itself in it like it was meant to be there.

You look down to see a big bulge on your belly. The eggs were finally nestled inside your womb, safe from the outside. "Mhmmm... is it over?" You rub your eyes sleepily, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Yes it is, love." Neuvillette's hand had switched to rubbing your folds up and down. He hums an old lullaby, the vibration of his chest lulls your tired state into sleep. Your husband position himself to lean onto the headboard while you sleep in his arms. His dicks were still inside you, not wanting to pull out as he did not want the eggs to slip out - or it could be just an excuse to do cockwarming.

His hand rubs your belly, feeling satisfied at his eggs being laid inside your womb.

Neuvillette thinks hard about what he can do to relieve you of your pain when you have to lay the eggs next time, especially since it's going to grow in size inside your belly.

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heli-writes · 2 months

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A dragon's heart, part 4.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, violence, beheading, blood

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Series Masterlist

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At first, y/n watches Katsuki pack by himself. Eventually, he starts barking orders at her that she doesn't get. He keeps pointing at things y/n starts moving his belongings toward his dragon. Katsuki binds the bags onto the saddle with some rope. When he's done, he shakes everything one more time to check if it's secure. Y/n stands next to him feeling a little bit lost. She feels insecure since she doesn't know what's going to happen next.

"Will he take me with him?", she wonders. If he does, what will it mean? She's not stupid. Y/n knows exactly who is standing in front of her. Bakugou Katsuki, leader of the dragonblood tribe, tamer of the biggest beast known to mankind, slaughter of man. The last thing she witnessed herself.

Clearly, she has heard enough stories about his clan. About their ruthlessness, their crimes. How ten of his men can take out an entire village. She shudders when she thinks about what the stories say they do to women. Y/n gnaws at her bottom lip in distress. So far, Katsuki hasn't shown any aggression or ill intentions towards her. She wonders if the stories are lies or at least exaggerations.

Then again, so far she's only seen Katsuki. He is rude and mean. Thinking back on how he laughed at her when she burned her mouth, he also likes seeing people in pain. Moreover, he easily could kill her if he wanted to. What would it be like if she was in a whole group of men like Katsuki? Group dynamics often develop a strange momentum.

The point is, does she want Katsuki to take her with him? If he takes her back to his home, she would have to live with these people she's heard so many terrible things about. She doesn't speak their language, she doesn't know anything about their culture. How would she even fit it? Y/n shakes her head trying to push the thoughts out of her head. She can't even be sure that that's Katsuki's plan. In addition, what other option does she have? She knows her chances alone out here are grim. Teaming up with the big scary men might just be a chance to survive.

Just when she decided that, as long as no other option opens up, she might as well go with the flow, Katsuki whistles at her sharply. Y/n is ripped out of her thoughts. He stares at her angrily and shouts instructions at her. When he gestures at her to come over, y/n walks closer to him.

When y/n stands next to him and the winged animal, Katsuki explains something speaking rather quickly and wildly gesturing. When y/n doesn't do what he wants her to do, he grabs her hips and lifts her up the dragon. Y/n throws a leg around the saddle and Katsuki pushes her up. Then Katsuki lifts himself up into the saddle. Sitting behind y/n, Katsuki grabs the reigns and gives the dragon a sign.

While y/n still feels anxious about being so high up in the air, she's not as scared as last time. She still clings onto the handle until her knuckles are all white. Katsuki's broad arms cage her in which gives her some sort of comfort. At least she can't fall off on either side.

After a while, she relaxes and suddenly becomes painfully aware of how close Katsuki is to her. She can feel his abs pressed against her back and his breath against her ear. She shivers even though Katsuki's body warmth keeps her comfortably warm.

Katsuki seems to have a plan for where they were going. They fly for about two hours before the dragon lands on the outskirts of the forest. Katsuki gets down first before he helps y/n get down. Y/n feels a bit unsteady on her legs. The inside of her thighs ache and y/n excuses herself behind a tree. Lifting up her skirt, she takes a look at the tender skin on the inside of her legs. They're red and sore. Y/n's surprised the skin hasn't grazed off to a point where she's bleeding. Her dress wasn't made for riding a horse or a dragon.

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Katsuki watches y/n disappear behind the tree suspiciously. He noticed how she was still not comfortable with flying. He wonders whether she needs to piss or puke. Scoffing, he turns around and starts setting up camp. When y/n wobbles back, she starts helping him.

They were just about to undo the knots of the rope that secured the bags onto the saddle, when the dragon shifts and lets out a deep, threatening growl. Y/n shys away. "Woops, does he not like that?", she exclaims. Simultaneously, Katsuki swirls around watching the edge of the forest. His hand rest on the hilt of his sword.

Suddenly, the buzzing sound of an arrow fills the air. Katsuki grips y/n's arm and yanks her to he side just in time. Her injured shoulder almost gets pierced again. Next, a bunch or rough-looking men attack their little party with roars of war. "Bandits.", y/n thinks. Katuski yells something at her and gestures at the dragon.

The dragon moves quickly. One second he was behind them, the next he is in front of y/n biting a man's head off. Y/n ducks behind the beast. She hears Katsuki swearing and blades clashing against each other. Y/n rumbles through her back for her hunting knife.

Suddenly, a hand is pushed onto her mouth and an arm grabs her midsection. The person tries to drag her away. Y/n struggles against the man's grip. "Keep struggling and you only make it worse for yourself.", the man tells her.

The dragon blocks the view and y/n can't spot or yell at Katsuki. The man keeps pulling her backward. Instead of panicking, y/n suddenly feels very calm. Living on the road, the wandering folk teach all their children basic self-defense. The scenario of being grabbed from behind is something her elders have practiced her a hundred times.

She prepares to free herself out of the man's grip. She stomps onto his foot and bites his hand simultaneously. She bites so hard, she can taste the metallic flavor of blood. The man yells in distress and lets go of her in his surprise. Swiftly, y/n draws out her tiny knife. She goes straight for his liver. She should've gone for his Adam's apple, piercing his throat, as her elders taught her but somehow she's not courageous or fierce enough to do so. Instead, she stabs him in the liver. However, she's not sure if her tiny knife could even cut deep enough to harm the organ. Nevertheless, it's enough for the man to fall onto his back and clutch the wound in pain.

Y/n swirls around. The dragon is busy fending off some bandits. Somewhere behind it, Katsuki's fighting. Suddenly, Katsuki stumbles backwards and into y/n's view. There's a cut on his bicep and cheek. He holds a sword in his head that drips with blood. Three more bandits come into view, all three attacking the blonde at the same time.

"I've got to do something!", y/n thinks in a panic, "He can't fight them all on his own!". It's not a rational thought. Her elders always drilled into her head that the moment someone carries a knife or another kind of weapon, you do not try to fight them. Despite that, y/n finds herself rushing towards them. Without a real plan, she jumps onto on of the bandit's back. Her weight is enough to make the bandit stumble backwards. It also throws off the other two momentarily giving Katsuki enough time to swing his sword at one of them. He cuts open one of the bandit's throats similarly as he did to the man from y/n's village.

Meanwhile, y/n is still holding on tightly to the third guy's back who tries to shake her off. Y/n clings onto his throat for dear life and the bandit has trouble breathing. Luckily, bandits usually are not skilled swordsmen thus the man is too disoriented to get the idea that he could use his weapon against y/n. Unfortunately, he's still larger and stronger than y/n so he does manage to shake her off eventually.

Y/n falls onto her butt. An uncomfortable pain shoots up her injured shoulder. The man swirls around to her clutching his throat and raising his saber. His face is contorted in anger. "You little bitch!", he roars as he raises his weapon to strike.

Katsuki sees what is happening out of the corner of his eyes. He's still fighting the other bandit but upon noticing that y/n is about to get killed, he turns to the side in an attempt to rush to her aide. This gives the bandit an opening to strike. While Katsuki reacts quickly enough to stop the bandit from piercing him with his weapon completely, the bandit still manages to cut deeply into Katsuki's right leg.

Meanwhile, y/n is quick to roll over and the saber misses her by inches. Quickly she's on her feet again, crouching and holding her knife up in defense. The man takes another swing at her but before he can fulfill the action, his head is severed from the rest of his body.

While y/n wasn't looking, Katsuki killed the second bandit and went to her rescue. The bandit's head drops to the ground with a loud 'thup'. The rest of his body falls to the ground still twitching. Y/n stares at the sight in front of her with wide eyes. The sight doesn't seem to faze Katsuki at all but he is out of breath and his face in contorted in pain. He grabs y/n's injured arm and pulls her towards the dragon who is still fighting off some bandits. From the edge of the forest more cries of war are heard as reinforcements of the bandits run onto the open.

"Shit.", Katsuki curses. There are too many even for him. Where on earth were these assholes hiding? He should've been more observant. He shouldn't have been so distracted by this stupid woman. He pulls y/n towards the beast and pushes her up. Y/n is quick to react and pulls herself up into the saddle just as Katsuki does just seconds after her.

The dragon beats his wings and the force of the air sends a few bandits backwards. Some still try to climb the dragon in an attempt to get to Katsuki and y/n. When one manages to grab Katsuki's foot, y/n stabs her knife into the man's hand who immediately lets go.

As they rise into the air, more bandits lose hold and fall onto the ground. Arrows are shot at the three of them and Katsuki pushes y/n's head down in an attempt to stop her from getting shot in the face. Once they are high enough that the bandits can't reach them, Katsuki lets go of y/n's head.

Just when y/n thinks they're safe, Katsuki turns the dragon around and steers it back to the bandits. "Is he absolutely out of his mind?", y/n thinks as they descend again. However, they never touch land. Instead, the dragon lets out a rumbling sound and spits waves of never-ending fire. Suddenly, the world is burning and hot. Y/n hears the cries of the bandits and the heat licking at her legs.

Quickly they leave again and y/n watches the bandits and parts of the forest burn to the ground over her shoulder. Just when they are out of sight, she notices Katsuki's heavy breathing behind her. She also notices how his grip on her isn't as tight as it was before. That's when she feels a warm liquid drop down her leg. Katsuki rests his head on her shoulder.

Y/n lets go of the handle of the saddle and grabs his hands with both of hers stabilizing his hold on the reigns. The last thing she wants is for both of them to fall off the damn dragon.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like “not again 😒 start from the top”

I'm Into It

Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)

Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"

I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.

I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."

"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.

I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."

Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."

"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."

I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."

"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."

I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."

I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"

All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."

My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.

I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.

That was my mistake.

Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.

Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.

My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.

Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.

"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.

"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."

I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."

"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"

"No!" I call, "... I think only five."

There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.

Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."

"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."

The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."

Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."

"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."

"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."

"Stop!" I whine.

"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"

"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.

lol you wanna read another matt smith fic?

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psychedelic-ink · 5 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt comfort, minors dni

word count: 5k

summary: You, both a member of David's group and one of his former victims, are already contemplating escape when Ellie arrives at the resort. Seeking Ellie, you decide to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity to run. But before you can find Ellie, you cross paths with Joel instead.

warnings: age gap, virgin!reader, mentions of past grooming attempt, mentions of cannibalism, past rape attempt, PTSD, blood, canon typical violence, no smut for now, spoilers for s01 e08

a/n: this was previously named let me follow this is also new for me because I've never written virgin!reader before (mostly because i didn't have the best experience with that) but i felt like it was fitting with the story and where i wanna take it in the future.

Revelation 13:3-4 "One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast. People worshiped the dragon because he had given authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked, 'Who is like the beast? Who can wage war against it?'"

The wind blows cold. You, a girl who has lost everything, sit on your knees on the ice. Your family has been long gone. Your hope dwindles, hanging only by a simple thread. You don't know how long you've been crying. Your hands, young yet covered in the warmth of blood. The scent of pine reaches your nose, and you sniff involuntarily, just like you did before you lost everything. Before the world ended. You hear the sound of men approaching you, and you wish they would just kill you. Sixteen and already you wish for the sweet mercy of death.

“Now what do we have here?” A man speaks, his tone is humorful. Melodic. Your mind and body already slipping and reaching towards the warmth of it. “You poor young thing. Where’s your family, girl?”

When you finally look up from your hands you see a man on a horse. Typical for this day and age. Near him hovers four others. All of them looking weathered and older than you. Your eyes move back to the one that seems in charge. He has strawberry blond hair and a thin beard of the same color. His eyes narrow slightly. They pop under the cold blue sky and the frozen lake. You don’t know what to say. How to answer this man who is an obvious threat.

He hops off the horse, and you attempt to move away but your legs are frozen in place, your heart beating loudly against your ribcage. He kneels next to you. Observing. You swallow, fear coating your tongue with the taste of bile. His eyes soften when he takes in the sight of you. Bruised and wounded. Your eyes squeeze shut as he reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair only for the wind to bring it back.

“No need to be afraid, child. We’re a peaceful group and there are more like us if you want to join.”

“J–Join?” your teeth chatter, your lips hurting as you speak. There’s a bit of light filling the cracks of the iron cage of your heart. Hope. You realize it to be. Hope that you found someone to help you. To look after you in this infected world. He must’ve seen it in your expression because his soft smile grows, eyes glimmering with mirth.

“So afraid,” he hums. “But we’ll change that soon enough. You’ve been brought here for a reason. And I think I know what your purpose is in our small clan.”

He swiftly stands, leaving you dumbfounded and still upon the freezing ice. Your mouth gapes, your body buzzing with a newfound need to stay alive.

“What’s your name?” you ask. He throws an old coat over your shoulders. Not his own. But one he had extra on his horse. Probably taken from someone else who was more unfortunate than you.

“David,” he answers gently, as if he’s scared you’ll run away. Before you reach out, he grabs your hand and lifts you. You nearly fall, only prevented thanks to the strong arm that wraps around your waist. He’s warm. Much warmer than you expected. “Lovely to have you with us.”

The men near him don’t seem to share the same sentiment but you smile all the same.

You don’t want to think for a while. Maybe not even for a millennia. If possible.

10 YEARS LATER

Whispers of death surround you. The names of the fallen circling you and squeezing your heart tight. Suffocated. That’s how you feel. Helpless. Trapped. Consumed. Faint murmurs fill the hall room. The cold that seeps through the wood, the same wood that was intended for summer and not winter, worries everyone, including you. But at the same time, you think this is what you all deserve. An icy grave. Freezing to death and surrendering to the cold.

You were never meant to feel warmth. You know that better now.

The chair creaks next to you and when your eyes shift to the side. You see James taking a seat. A sudden rage fills you. An indescribable rage. It disappears as soon as it appears like it always does. He turns to you and gives you a curt nod. You don’t nod back. He might think he’s looking after you but he’s not. All he’s done is turn the other cheek to a faith that is spewed by a liar. A deceiver. A disgusting man that makes your stomach turn—

The aforementioned man finally stands and clears his throat. Loudly. But not loud enough to overpower Hannah’s cries. She sniffles. Rubs her eyes roughly. Her mother wraps an arm around her and starts whispering words of comfort. You have no idea what that comfort would be since it was her father that had died. You remember the day you lost your parents. You felt utterly defeated at the time. Hopeless. Swallowed by darkness. Your eyes rubbed raw and stinging from crying and crying and crying—

David opens the bible and reads. His glasses are perched innocently above his nose. His voice, despite the rasp of time, still carries that melodic lilt. You don’t listen. Refuse to.

“And I saw a new heaven and a new Earth. For the first heaven and the first Earth were passed away. . .”

You close your eyes with a stuttered breath. Your body is thrumming. Your legs shaking and heart pounding. These are the most painful times for you. The times where you have to listen to him and pretend to be moved by God’s will. You hate hearing his voice. The same voice that told you you were his. The same voice that commanded you to strip for him completely when it was only your arm that was wounded.

Your pulse quickens. Your cheeks grow warm.

You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.

It happened years ago but it doesn’t matter. No matter the passage of time it still feels like it happened yesterday. His touch on your cheek. The way his blue eyes ate you up as he stalked around you, pretending to be worried while he was just taking in the sight of your body. A soft touch here and a soft touch there. Knuckles following the curve of your spine. Palms feeling the weight of your behind. The memory makes you sick. The way he was marinating you for something unspeakable.

He enjoyed when you flinched. Enjoyed the way you whimpered and curled away. He laughed and did nothing else. He wrapped a bandage around your arm while you remained stark naked. Then he left. Leaving it to James to come to the room, telling you to get dressed while averting his eyes.

You jerk, eyes going wide as a sharp cry echoes within the thin walls.

“. . . And I heard a great voice out of heaven say, ‘Behold… the tabernacle of God is with men. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes—’”

He’s trying hard to ignore it. You can tell by the way his lips twitch ever so slightly, his nostrils flaring with annoyance when another cry is heard.

He stops.

And your heart stops along with it.

You’re still afraid even when his anger isn’t directed at you. Cold beads of sweat make you feel clammy and gross. You want to hide. And even though you blame him, you want to move closer to James, hoping that whatever it is that’s going to happen, he can shield you from it.

David turns his gaze towards Hannah and Joyce, Hannah’s mother, and lets out a sigh as if it pains him to see someone so distraught.

“I’ve read this passage too many times,” He walks towards Hannah, his brows slightly furrowed and eyes full of rue. He places the book on the table and removes his glasses, placing it above it. You’re surprised when he kneels but your stomach twists as he places a hand above Hannah’s knee. She’s unaware, her bottom lip trembling. “Do you remember what comes next?”

She shakes her head.

“‘And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes… ‘that there will be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither will there be any more pain… for the former things are passed away.’”

Your eyes move to the crowd. Everyone holding on to one another, eyes red and wet. Hannah takes a sharp inhale, your gaze promptly landing back to the scene.

“Do you know what that means?” She nods and when she does, David grips her shoulder. “Good.”

He exchanges a glance with the mother and stands up, a groan dropping from his lips as he does so. You feel a momentary satisfaction at his discomfort.

“When can we bury him?”

The question surprises everyone, including David who doesn’t show it. The only oddity is him looking at James, a gaze so quick and short that if you hadn’t been sitting next to James you would’ve missed it. “The ground is too cold to dig. We’ll bury your father in the spring.”

Hannah seems content with the answer for now. The sermon is over when David opens the doors. His eyes linger on you as you get up, slow and groggy. Despite her recent loss, you find Hannah to be lucky. At least she had someone to protect her for a good while, her body free of being viewed as an object that belonged to someone else.

You don’t look at either James or David as you leave. Not that it mattered. They were too busy talking amongst each other.

You wipe the snow that catches over your eyelashes with the back of a gloved hand. Everyone had a job to do and yours today was to chop wood in the freezing weather. You hate the feeling of shivering and sweating at the same time. It’s a disgusting feeling. But you were the youngest of the group—and had fallen out of favor with David, which meant that he didn’t try to get into your good graces by giving you the stay-by-the-fire duties. Not that you missed it. You’d rather freeze to death than give any part of yourself to him.

Your feet drag over the snow. Your biceps ache with the added weight of the firewood within your arms. Breathing from your mouth, your eyes are drawn to one of the sheds. That place always gives you the creeps. It’s always locked. The windows dusty and blocked by cabinets from the inside so no one could see. You never thought of asking what the hell was in there, no one else did either. Everyone just wanted to survive. A herd of sheep following the blood-stained mouth of their leader. Not that they knew he had a blood-stained mouth. That information was only reserved for his victims and James.

A log slips from the top and you loudly groan towards the sky. You need to leave this hell hole. You don’t know when. But you have to.

Just as you lean down you sense someone coming towards you at full speed. Jumping, you move back only to see James huffing and puffing with a small package in his hand. You raise a brow. “Weren’t you supposed to be hunting?” you ask, picking up the log. “What the hell are you doing here running like a maniac? ‘Scared the shit out of me.”

“David is at gunpoint.” Good. “And the crazy girl demanded some medicine. Hopefully, I can sneak up on her.”

You scoff, “A girl? Since when does David follow any kind of demand?”

“It’s complicated.” He looks uncomfortable, you must’ve struck a nerve with that. “She’s with the man that killed Alec.”

“You’re taking medicine to her? Actual medicine.”

“David said. . .”

You raise a hand and shoo him away, “Just go. I don’t care.”

Watching him leave, your brows knit tightly together. This had to be a joke, they found the girl and by proxy, the man who killed Alec and. . . David is helping the girl? You don’t necessarily care for revenge— but the fact that he’s actively wanting to show just how kind he is to this girl is suspicion-worthy. He likes what he sees and pulls a curtain over his true colors to obtain it. You know word of this will come out soon. You’re positive that James told at least one person when he went in to get the medicine. It would spread like wildfire.

And most of the people here, starving and cold with no warmth left in their chests are hungry for the heat of revenge.

Just like you had predicted rumors were spiraling.

You’re sitting someplace unnoticeable and near the windows. Snow hits the glass like heavy rain. The clear panels freezing over, you visibly shudder. Your decades-old jacket isn’t enough anymore to keep you warm.

Your head turns with another whisper coming nearby. Something about a girl being with the man who killed Alec. Your eyes shift to Hannah and her mother sitting in the middle, the young girl seemed furious, her eyes hardened but still carried a juvenile chubbiness in her cheeks. The look doesn’t suit her. It looks like a drop of blood on top of snow. No one is touching their food. Steaming bowls of meat sitting on top of weathered tables. You’re not hungry so you push it away. You’re hoping with every fiber in your body that they haven’t found the girl. You wouldn't wish David on even your worst enemy.

The doors open with a loud, bone-chilling creak. You jump at the sound. Soft flakes of snow hurry inside, melting as soon as the light touches them. James holds the door open for David and the latter, with great effort, drags a large stag inside. The entire room stops breathing, their eyes glued to the scene, their minds full of questions.

The door closes. Suddenly you feel trapped and suffocated.

“Big one,” David says, looking towards the tables with a crooked smile. Not even one person is talking now. Just deafening silence. James moves away quickly, his eyes find yours, and takes a seat next to you. You’re not sure why he hovers around you. Maybe in some sick way, he thinks you’re friends?

David sighs loudly, bringing your attention back to him. “If you’ve heard a rumor… yes, we found a girl who was with the man who took Alec from us. When the sun rises, I’ll lead a group out to pick up her trail. Won’t be hard to find in the snow. We’ll follow it to wherever they’re hiding… and we’ll bring that man to justice.”

“You should kill him. You should kill both of them.”

David’s head snaps towards the vengeful voice. Your blood freezes, a tingle settling at the base of your neck, your skin grows taut over your muscles. You’re afraid. And your fear only grows when David stalks towards the girl, a faint smile on his lips, he removes his gloves. One by one. His movements slow, unrushed. He stands in front of Hannah, briefly stares down at her—

You flinch at the sound. The loudest smack and thud you’ve ever heard. Your eyes widen, heart beating in your throat as your eyes remain glued to Hannah who’s scrambling on the floor. David seems unbothered by it. Like he hadn’t just backhanded a young girl. The mom stands, murmurs getting louder, without thinking you attempt to get up too, thinking of all the ways you can kill the man.

But James—fucking James—he stops you with a hand on your knee. You give him a disgusted look and he quickly pulls his hand away. But the damage was done. You settle back, the chair groaning underneath you.

You watch as David halts the mother with a single hand, gently gesturing her to sit back down. She does—she does and it drives you insane. It’s surreal almost. There’s a loud hum in your ears as David kneels next to Hannah, her eyes looking anywhere but him. Scared, she takes David’s offered hand. You feel sick. Your stomach churns, bile rising to your throat. He helps her up and sits her down. He’s still on his knees, his eyes soft.

Disgusting.

“I know you think you don’t have a father anymore. But the truth is, Hannah, you will always have a father. And you will show him respect when he’s speaking.”

Tension rises with his words. You can tell from the brief glances that happen behind David’s back. However, it’s not enough. No one does anything. They just sit and wait as Hannah’s mother brings David a bowl of food. They begin to eat, the rest follows.

Spoons clink. Wind blows. Birds caw.

You look down at the meat, clutching the fork in your hand. You can’t. Something disturbs you. James also lingers before he takes the first bite. Something in his eyes makes you rather starve than taste.

You look back at Hannah. Her bottom lip is trembling, her cheek red.

She eats.

“Where is she?”

David’s eyes glimmer with amusement, his teeth showing as he smiles. You’re out in the open. Snow falling all around you. Your chest squeezes. You can barely breathe, yet your chest continues to rise and fall.

“Is my little lamb jealous?” Heat simmers under your skin. How fucking dare he? “Head back. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Like hell, it doesn’t,” you snap. His eyes narrow and for a brief moment, your mind flashes images of him tying you to the bed whenever you swore. A nasty shiver crawls up your spine. “Let her go.”

“And why would I do that?” he shakes his head. “Do you want to know why I never touched you again? I got bored. I knew I could have you whenever and wherever I wanted. The fire in your eyes died. You had no fight left in you.” he chuckles. You’re trembling now, your legs feeling weak underneath you. “And I enjoyed seeing the fear in your eyes whenever I entered the room. . . wondering. . . thinking about when I would finally make you my own.”

You don’t know what to say. The snowfall picks up in pace. Hurling, dancing around you both. A sign of a storm. The cold kisses your cheeks. David grins and extends his arms towards the sky, you take a step back.

“I finally found myself a pet that’s fun to play with. Someone that won’t be so easily broken.”

Broken. Broken. Broken.

That’s what you are, isn’t it? Broken. Alone. Unwanted.

You have to get to the girl and get the hell out of here.

You lift your chin, “You’re sick.”

Bad move. His nostrils flare with anger as he grips your chin and forcefully brings you closer to his face. As someone who went on and on about you being too submissive for his liking, he sure as hell seems to hate that you’re defying him.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me,” he spits, squeezing your jaw until your lips part with a whimper. “I'm the one who saved you and spared you. I’m a good man but never forget that you belong to me.” Without hesitation, he cups you between your legs. You stiffen at the touch, fear chills your skin, feeling little pins needling into your muscles. “You’re mine to break and when I do, you'll love it. And you'll finally be a woman.”

He doesn’t linger. Leaving you, he disappears between the cabins. You collapse to the snow, shaking, trembling and tears flooding your eyes. You fist at the snow, your fingers becoming numb as it melts between your fingers. You were a fool to think that you were safe. You genuinely thought that after so long he’d let you do your own thing within the community. But no. He still had his eyes on the “prize”.

You want to run into the forest but you can’t. Your eyes fall to the ground where his footsteps are perfectly visible. Now you know where the girl is.

The door that is always locked is open.

Your brows knit together as you observe the old wood swaying back and forth due to the wind. Your skin is icy cold. Coming closer you see that the lock had been broken, shattered. You see a spray of blood on the snow and that entices you to take a step forward into the dark cabin. You know you shouldn’t be taking any detours. Your backpack is secured tightly against your back filled with essentials and some sentimental items you gathered during the years. You should go. But you’re curious. You have to know what’s been in this shed for all these years.

You sigh. Curiosity killed the cat.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you murmur.

You pull out your gun, your finger on the trigger as you explore. It seems pretty standard. Some items, lots of dust—

Two large hands shove you roughly against the wall. You choke, all the air leaving your lungs as your gun is knocked out of your hand. Momentarily you’re pulled away and slammed back against the wall again, this time the back of your head thudding against the wood. You groan in pain. Your body screaming at you to run and hide.

“Where is she?” you hear a man hiss through gritted teeth. “Where the fuck is she?”

You’re slammed once more, tears prick the corner of your eyes and you barely manage to raise your hands.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, panting heavily, you see a disheveled man. At first glance, he doesn’t make you feel that you’re in danger—which is an ironic feeling considering the throbbing at the back of your head is his doing. Lines run across his face, his eyes full of worry and anger. You immediately know who he is. There was only one girl after all.

“You’re—” you swallow. “You’re him.”

His hand tightens around your throat and a gun is hastily pressed against your forehead, “Tell me where she is or I’m shootin’ you.”

“I’m actually trying to find her myself,” you answer, which by the looks of it was the wrong this to say. “I—I wanted to help her. Free her. David. . . the man that took her—he’s a monster.”

His eyes narrow, “You from this community?”

“He took me in when I was sixteen,” you explain. “I had no choice but to join.”

“And why should I trust you?”

“Because I know exactly where she is,” you bite the inside of your cheek. “And I know that you’re hurt. I can help.”

“Then what?”

You shake your head, not understanding. He clarifies. “You help me and then what? What’s the catch?”

Your eyes blur with tears. You’re just so fucking tired.

“I just want to leave.”

Something about the way you whisper must’ve wake something in him because he lets you go. He lights the flashlight. “I ain’t in the business of takin’ in strays.”

What? “What?”

“Just leave. I don’t need your help.”

“You—You don’t understand!” Just as he turns you jump towards him, fisting the back of his jacket, the fabric isn’t soft enough for you to get a good grip on him so you grab his shoulder instead. “He’s a monster! Everyone fucking underestimates him—he’ll—he’ll—!”

He stills. Rushed steps coming to a halt. You think he’s going to shove you off, push you away but he’s glued. With the fear of silence, you pull back and step to the side. He’s still not acknowledging you. His hard gaze glued to where the flashlight is illuminating. You follow the light speckled with dust. Horror curling in your stomach like a hook.

There are three of them. Three bodies hanging like animals being prepared to cut into pieces.

“Oh god—”

You bring your hands to your head, your heart ramming into your chest, you shake your head. “No, no, no, no—” You take a step back. The man rips his gaze away from the bodies, away from what it implies. You take another step back and another. You’re shaking, your eyes glued to the floor. He—David—he fed you people.

Fucking people. People that you knew.

Finally, the scent hits you. The smell of flesh and blood.

You scream.

The man is on you in an instant, you tumble to the ground and he goes down with you willingly. “Shit—no no no. Shut the hell up— shut the hell up.”

The knot that forms in your throat is large and uncomfortable. You bawl your eyes out, hiccuping against his chest. He takes you into his arms and you can’t be bothered to think of the why of his actions. His biceps tighten around you. You’re still shouting, still thrashing around, crying—he presses you further into his chest, muffling your sounds. You vaguely hear him shushing you, telling you it’s gonna be alright. Lies. He’s telling you lies.

You start to quiet down and only then do you begin to make sense of his words. He’s murmuring bits of his life. Of what he’s seen. You finally learn the name of the girl: Ellie. The thick baritone of his voice is like a melody. It soothes you. Maybe not fully. But it helps calm your raging heart. You breathe. He smells like wood and snow.

“Thank you,” you manage to whisper, pulling away. “Please let me help you.”

“Yeah—Yeah, you can help.” He guides you to your feet in a way that your back is turned to the bodies. Just the thought of what's behind you makes your lungs cave in.

“What’s your name?” you ask, desperate for any kind of distraction.

“Joel.”

“Alright, Joel,” you head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

She escaped.

You can’t help but be impressed at the sight of an empty cell. But the pride for a girl you haven’t officially met dies in your throat when you see who’s against the wall, covered in blood.

“You knew him?” Joel asks, his tone lacking any kind of grief. A question asked more so as a courtesy than actual worry.

You stare at him. His blue eyes now lifeless, lips parted. It almost looks like he’s sitting, just taking a rest on the cold floor. It would be easy to make you believe that if it wasn’t for the cleaver sticking out of his neck.

“No,” you answer dryly. Yet, you still walk to the dead man and gently close his eyes. You warned him this would happen. Joel doesn’t ask any more questions. He doesn’t have to. “We need to find her before David gets to her.”

Joel immediately rushes out, you following him close by. You feel utterly useless. You have no idea where Ellie might’ve run off to. It doesn’t help that some part of your brain is still occupied with James. You hated him in a way but still, he was there. You’ve known him nearly your entire life. It felt off to be the one to close his eyes.

The storm had stopped. The sun reflecting from the snow irritating your eyes. Joel seems to be getting irritated with every step. Desperate.

He’s the one that sees her first.

Ellie staggers out the large building currently being engulfed in flames. Her walk is uncoordinated, her steps uneven as she breathes in the icy air. Before you can warn Joel not to startle her, he’s already running, grabbing her by the shoulders. Your heart shatters into a million tiny pieces when you hear her screams and shouts.

“It’s me,” Joel says, cradling her face with both hands. She hits his chest with sideway fists, he holds her more firmly. “It’s me.”

You see it in her face, the exact moment she realizes. You see blood splattered across her face, her expression hurts you. It’s the same expression you’ve seen on yourself for years.

“Hey… look. It’s me… It’s me. It’s okay.”

She mumbles, “He—” Before Ellie can complete the sentence she wraps her thin arms around Joel, the man hugs her tight. Your heart shatters then. The damns you were so adamant on keeping locked being teared down by people you barely know.

You cry. Salty tears just bursting out of your eyes. There’s no slow build, no single tear and then the rest. It just all comes down flooding. Your shoulders sag, your fingertips numb.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

You sniff and look up to the sky. Fuck. It’s so hard to stop when it begins. You see grey smoke rising into the crisp air. He’s dead. You don’t need to see the body to know that he is.

Your eyes drop to the two survivors embracing infront of you. That girl saved your life while you were trying to save hers. You were too late. Both of you were. She looked the beast in the eye and slayed it. Freeing you.

They part and Joel quickly wraps his jacket around her tiny trembling shoulders. You’re empty. What now? That was his question. You don’t know. Do you go back? Do you explain to the people who David manipulated just how horrendous he really was? Would they believe you?

Your eyes are drawn to a flicker of movement. Joel is looking straight at you. Ellie still unaware of your presence and you can’t blame her.

You’re lost.

But then his eyes soften with something akin to understanding and he gestures you to follow.

Like a lamb to a stream, you do.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfic #the last of us fanfic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic

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₊❏❜ ⋮CLAWS ⌒ Macaque and sunwukong having a S/O who is a ancient samurai... but also a powerful dragon, who is much more wiser and calmer then they are.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎑 ╰┈➤ MACAQUE꒱

Let's be real this Mf be bragging to everyone he meets, oh what's that? Who is this attractive person right next to him? Believe it or not it's his S/O! That's right you better cower in fear, they'd destroy you with a swift cut of their katana! Who's better now, WUKONG ! ?

'Course, he'd love you unconditionally, though he doesn't understand how you have so much self control over your emotions, an enemy could be insulting you, boom! Macaque would kick them to where the beautiful light of your smile doesn't shine! No one shall even breathe the same air as you, NO ONE.

Being the smarter one he'd often ask you about stuff, literally the two of you could be at a mountain top chilling and having snacks, and he'd ask like; "Anyway, do you know why oranges name are oranges but carrot ain't?" You'd look at him with a blank expression as you calmly sip your tea, "Great question." Macaque waited for something but you said nothing else, Macaque opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "No." "Yes, ma'am."

Bro if you had a tail he'd be frantic, suggesting stuff you can do with your tail since it was spiky and big m, you could throw away enemies, choke them, choke him— I mean what?

You are much stronger than him, so please for the love of everything that is holy, protect this monkey with your life, he's been through enough.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌄 ╰┈➤ SUN WUKONG ꒱

ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF, IN THE BATHROOM, OUTSIDE, INSIDE, ON THE PARK, ON THE BENCH, IN THE FOREST— ONE CHANCE, Bro is a simp for you ngl, he his just fawning over your outfit like; DAYUM ! ? The way you let the left sleeve of your Yukata fall down revealing your muscles, and chest that had bandages and scars, male or female he doesn't care, you cannot stop staring down, because let's be real, Where else is there to look at?

"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" You would ask looking down at him as Wukong let out a chuckle, "I like it because no one would know where you're looking at!" He said, you looked down at him as he was leaning towards you with a finger on his chin his face right in front of your chest, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, "Right.."

Please allow him to hug you in any given situation, you would be falling mid air and he'd be like, "Can we hug so it feels romantic?" C'mon he's been all alone stuck in that mountain, He's touch starved, Idk what to tell ya. 🤷‍♀️

He loves when you fight for him, what's that? He can protect himself? He might be the great sage but he's still a monkey! Yeah! Beat that guy till he knows that this "great sage" is yours only.

You wipe the blood of your enemy off your face looking down at the motionless body, how dare such a lowly creature lay it's dirty fingers on you and your lover, speaking of your lover, you then turn towards Wukong, "My Darling, are you hurt?" You shifted your tone softer as you looked at him as your hand crept onto his cheek, and with a straight face he tells you, "Step on me."

Oh.

Idk I was bored.

#lmk x y/n #y/n #slayallday #x reader #macaque x reader #sun wukong #lmk monkey king #monkey king x reader #lmk macaque #HEXOLOGH

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its all fun and games thinking about price until you start thinking about Dragon!Price. What id let that dragon man do to me is horrifying. He'd be so warm and cozy! But also so so so possessive of you! Someone flirts, say goodbye to your ability to walk and say hello to a bunch of marks 👍

Thinking about Price being known as the mean old dragon living in the mountains and all the villagers fear him, have tried to defeat him only to end up dead and those who’ve managed to survive haven’t been able to tell the tale from the sheer shock of surviving the event. One day someone as adventurous or rather someone as foolish as you sets out to meet this dragon only to discover him tucked away in some corner of his cave while baring his claws at you, in an attempt to defend himself.

However you don’t take out your sword to hurt him, matter of fact you sit down on the cold concrete floor, pushing a small offering his way without coming any closer.

You read in one of the ancient books hidden away in the library that if you want to build a connection with a dragon you should try handing it an offer.

Although he’s in his dragon form you can see the confused look on his face, the slight tilt to his head and how his whiskers sway in the air before he approaches closer.

The smell of smoke becomes much prominent, dust raising from the ground as he moves his large body before he swiftly takes the offering in his mouth and quickly returns to his original spot .

He turns to meet your gaze only to see the soft smile on your face as you continue to sit in place.

This goes on for days, weeks, months, you’ll walk all the way to the mountain where the mean old dragon resides bring him offering before leaving for the night.

Despite taking up a dragon form he’s more human than you thought. You see the way his eyes light up when you bring him the fruit he likes, you see the curl of his lip, the smoke coming out his nostrils as if huffing when you reprimand him for eating so quick (you’re just trying to make sure he doesn’t get sick from the way he’s basically inhaling his offerings)

You even see the way he’s grown accustomed to you, sure he won’t try to approach but at least he no longer bares his claws at you.

It’s safe to say that you’ve formed some type of bond with the mean old dragon.

You don’t mention this routine to anyone, keeping it all under wraps while continuously visiting the him so it comes as a surprise when you arrive one day with offerings in your hand only to be met with the sight of the dragon bleeding out.

You drop the basket in hand, red apples falling to the floor and the loud thudding sound catches the dragons attention.

Before you know of it the dragon is lunging at you, only to narrowly miss when you roll away in the last second.

“Hey hey it’s me it’s me” you try to explain but the dragon doesn’t seem to care as it launches another attack your way. This time he manages to get in a scratch but even then you keep your sword tucked away, still trying to talk some sense into the dragon.

“Hey hey look,” you say as you take the sword out of its holder and slide it over to where he stands.

At first you can’t see his reaction, face obscured by the cloud of smoke coming from his nose but when you do you see his head tilted just the same as when you first met him in this cave.

“See? I won’t hurt you” you say with a soft smile on your face even going as far as raising your hands in the air.

The dragon's gaze drops from your face down to the ground and when you follow his eyes you see your own blood dripping down.

“Oh” you say gaze glued back to the dragon again “just a minor scratch dont worry about it” minor was an understatement but despite your blury eyes and the nasoua bubbling up in your gut you make your way over to him.

“You’re hurt too” you say as if the dragon could understand you “let me check on it?”

The dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either as you steadily approach.

You continue to keep your hands up in the air, soft smile still glued to your face doing your best to be as reassuring as possible as you approach him on shaky legs.

When you go to take a closer look, you see the many scales on his underbelly ripped away and a foreign object jammed into it.

“What happened?” You say to yourself before looking up at the dragon again. “I’m going to try to take it out alright? You say pointing to the wound in hopes of making yourself understood.

Once again the dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either when you approach.

“Good boy” you whisper to yourself and for the first time since you’ve been visiting this dragon you get a proper look at the many scale that decorate his skin. Although most of them are soaked in blood you can see the gold color that coats them and hues of orange and red scattered about on them. You careful reach a hand out ,neck uncomfortably cranking up to meet the dragons gaze, so far he hasn’t moved away yet and you take it as a positive sign as you grab ahold of the sword and slowly but surely start pulling it out of his underbelly.

The dragon roars not out of fear but out of pain as you continue to pull the sword out of him.

“I know I know just give me a second” you say under a shaky breath using all your strength to finally pull it out of him

Immediately he slumps down, wings protectively covering his lower half as he lets out a sound that is something like a mix of pain and relief. Behind him you see the skeletal remains of what must’ve been a person tempting fate and with the dragons blood on your hands, it’s hard to feel bad for the dead man.

You carefully sit down too and make quick work of ripping a piece of your shirt to use as gauze all while the dragon continues to watch you.

Once you’re all cleaned and wrapped up you smile up at him, and once again he just stares at you without giving much of a response.

“We’re okay”

The two of you continue to be okay days weeks and months after that event.

You even seem to grow closer, and at some point the dragon allows you to touch him. Sure it may be to only attended to minor injuries but progress is still progress.

However it all takes a turn when you go to visit him like you usually do, with a basket of apples in hand and a soft smile on your face that quickly drops along with the basket as you take in the sight of the dragon charging towards you.

You don’t even have time to react before the dragon is just a hair away from your face and you close your eyes out of instinct , as a frightful sound tumbles past your lips.

However the frightened look quickly turns into one of confusion when you notice that the dragon hasn’t attacked you yet and when you open your eyes you don’t see the mean old dragon standing in front of you but instead it’s a man, completely nude and staring at you with the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Why do you smell like someone else?”

Spitball w/ me?

#I wanted to post this yesterday but my brain and hands WRE exhausted from work 😭#scribbles #alec answers #john price #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader

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fuctacles · 9 months

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Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way

Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.

The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.

The rotating plate was wet from the rain.

The soles of his shoes had no grip.

The bus turned left.

"Shit."

Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.

"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface.

When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.

"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.

Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.

"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.

The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.

"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"

"Huh?"

"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.

Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.

"Dinosaurs."

"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.

The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.

Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.

"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.

"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.

"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.

"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?

The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.

"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered

"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.

Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.

"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"

Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.

"Your number?"

The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.

"Better hurry up, my stop is next."

Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.

"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.

"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.

>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie

[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]

#steddie #mine #yes i wrote it after slipping on the bus #literally on my phone that was charging on the usb port i fought for #but i was wearing yellow lego adidas shoes bc im not cool and edgy like Eddie #but in my experience doc martens and similar shitkickeresque shoes work just as badly on slippery surfaces so this is still valid #my lego shoes slap otherwise thank you very much #i did not meet hot teacher tho bc im not a hot metalhead #teacher steve harrington #steve harrington works with kids #meet cute #vaguely poland coded #the candies are the ones from wawel #i remember buying all my store had once and dousing them in vodka to eat on my bday

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daenysx · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do modern! aemond x fem reader, where the reader and aemond just fuck but have no relationship, then reader finds she is pregnant with aemond's baby and start to run from him because he is a targaryen an she knows how bad unlegitime children are for the targaryens, aemond's older sister and her children are a very clear example. (Targaryens are very important people, like CEOs of big companies and they are also in politics)

Love your writing 💗

thank you for this request and your beautiful words, i hope you like it. requests are open!!

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STRINGS ATTACHED

part 1 - pretending

telling modern!aemond you are pregnant but you are not in a relationship.

his bedroom. it's always his bedroom. you are in his bed, naked, your legs wrapped around his waist. he is on top of you, moving his cock inside you with a beautifully painful rhytm. his head is buried to your neck, kissing and bruising the sensitive spots. his breath is hot, as always. he is never cold. blood of the dragon they say.

when he feels that you are close he keeps moving the way he knows you like.

"i know you're close. come for me."

you arch your back to him, relaxing your muscles. he keeps thrusting and finally comes inside you. breathing sounds fill his room. he lays next to you, covers your naked body with a sheet.

it has been like this for almost 7 months, every thursday night. it's just sex. aemond is not your friend, and he certainly is not your lover. this is just an arrangement. at least that's what you always remind yourself.

if there is a chance, you can easily fall in love with a guy like aemond targaryen. he is perfect. perfect for you, satisfies you the way no one can. sometimes you can see it in his face that he cares about you. still, there is no relationship.

"would you like to stay here tonight?"

staying here tonight is dangerous in an arrangement like this. it can lead to feelings which is something you don't want.

still, it is so beautiful right now, to sleep in a warm bed, wrapped around his muscular body. you are minutes away from sleeping you can feel that.

"do you want me to stay?"

"i wouldn't ask you if i don't want you to stay, sweet girl."

and then there is this fucking endearment words. you love them. you love him calling you those words. they don't help with your feelings. you can't stop yourself imagining being his lover and hearing those words from his mouth. fuck.

"alright then. i'll stay."

maybe it's a bad decision. but aemond does not want to sleep alone tonight. he likes the way your side of the bed being warm, sheets around your waist. he likes the way you smell in his bed. he likes you being in his bed, like you two are in an actual relationship.

in the morning, it will be back to normal, but right now both of you use this opportunity to pretend. it's lovely to pretend.

°°°

next wednesday, you don't want to leave your bed. you feel like you will throw up anytime you get out of the bed. you think of food poisoning first, and then a possibility which is worse. you think of that drunk night with aemond which was almost a month ago. what if i am pregnant?

maybe it's crazy to jump into conclusions like this but you can't help it. you feel a sudden rush, going out of the bed not caring about your stomach. you buy a couple of pregnancy tests and go back your apartment.

they are positive. all of them. you are pregnant with aemond targaryen's baby. there hasn't been anyone else other than him, if you are pregnant he is the father.

all possible outcomes pass through your brain. he probably doesn't want to be a father at his young age, and you are not his wife so his family will not approve that. they probably will not approve you even if he wants to marry you. your child will be a bastard in their eyes. you think of all the rumors about his older sister and her children. this will not be good.

but maybe, maybe you can raise this child on your own. aemond doesn't have to participate. all you have to do is to back off from your sex arrangement. it's cruel to keep his child away from him but at least his family, the great owners of the targaryen corp. will be away from this.

you text him.

"i'm sorry but i can't do this anymore."

a little dramatic but still clear. he should understand this. if he wants a person just for sex he can find someone else.

there is no text or call from aemond. instead there is a person knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

"aemond, what are you doing here at this hour?"

"sorry love, i thought it would be best if i come at midnight, since midnights are ours, remember?"

"not anymore. i'm sorry."

"you are sorry, that you told this to me with a simple text or that you do not want to be a part of this arrangement anymore?"

he looks angry. he is quick when he speaks, looking for answers. it's clear that he needs logical reasons to understand.

"i can't do this aemond. not because i don't want to but because i can't."

he still doesn't see anything. doesn't understand why you leave him.

"i'm sorry, if you are trying to drive me crazy, you will accomplish that. why? it's all i'm asking, why?!"

his voice echoes in your ears.

"is there someone else? did you fall for someone else and leaving me because of them?"

his voice is full of pain.

"no, for the love of god. i didn't fall for someone else, why would you think that?"

"then why are you leaving me?"

"because i'm pregnant!"

this time it's your voice full of pain and you feel tears on your face.

"you are- you are pregnant?"

now he knows. that's not how you planned but it was a stupid plan anyway.

"yes, i'm pregnant and it's your baby but you don't have to participate, i know your family will not approve this."

he looks shocked. he doesn't care about his family, why would he? everyone in his family are sinners in their own way. he didn't do anything wrong until this day. still, this is nothing wrong. he doesn't seek their approvements anyway. he only cares about you and the baby.

he comes closer to you, holds your face in his hands, his thumbs are on your tears, drying them.

"you are with my child, hmm? my beautiful girl."

you can't believe his words.

"aemond, we are not in a relationship, how can you react like this? i'm talking about your family!"

"we will not care about my family or anyone else. i don't give a shit about anyone who is not you."

this is too much. literally.

"tell me, what do you feel for me, my sweet girl? did you really want me for sex or did you feel the bond we have when we were just sleeping in my bed? did you ever feel my love for you?"

you blink in suprise.

"are you telling me that you love me?"

"i'm telling you that i'm fucking in love with you. and this baby isn't a mistake."

so, he loves you back. maybe you are dreaming but his hands on your belly don't feel like a dream. you can finally accept your feelings for him.

"i'm in love with you, aemond. i don't know for how long, i just tried to ignore feelings since it was just sex."

"but it wasn't just sex, was it? and now we will have a baby."

"are you sure there won't be any problem? do you really want this baby?"

he chuckles lightly. he has sparkles in his eyes.

"i want this baby with you. i will do anything for your happiness my love. anything for you and our baby. you have nothing to worry about."

but there is something else.

"will our baby be illegimate? i know it's bad for your reputation and it certainly is not good for mine."

"no, darling. our baby will not be illegimate, i won't let it happen. but i would like to propose my future wife with a better organization don't you think?"

he is amused. and you love him. he holds you in his arms, safe and secured. you will be happy with him. you will make up for all the time you lost with him. everything will be okay.

(part 2)

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #aemond one eye

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skyward-floored · 2 months

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Impa has had plenty of battle experience in her life.

Countless days spent training in both tactics and fighting itself, long hours plugged into doing nothing but honing the skills of her tribe and other abilities she’s been gifted with. Learning the most effective ways to use them all together, and win any fight.

But there’s really no way to prepare yourself for a battle in which both your past lover (who can’t exactly be called her husband since Impa hasn’t even spoken to him in almost two decades, and has also for some reason aligned himself with an army of monsters) and son (who is unaware of the identity of either of his parents, and shouldn’t be on the battlefield anyway since he’s not even of age) are both running around in on opposite sides, making it impossible to keep track of either of them.

Impa huffs as she dodges a spear, worry and exasperation clashing together within her.

She’s lost sight of Link for the third time already this battle, and only has a vague idea of where Volga ended up. Link has demonstrated he can handle himself, but he’s still only a trainee, and Impa’s seen (even from a distance) what sort of trouble he can get into.

And Volga...

The questions that have been swirling around in her head ever since the battle start to come to life again, but Impa ignores them, focusing not on the hurt and confusion and instead on her current goal.

“Where did the boy go, Link?” she asks the captain stationed at the keep she’s helping defend, slashing past a bokoblin and narrowly saving a soldier’s head.

The captain frowns, holding his shield up to block a stray arrow. “I lost sight of him, all I know is he took out a whole squad of bokos and ran off,” he says, forehead creased.

“I saw him heading to the abandoned fort ma’am,” a soldier calls towards her. “Someone said that dragon-man is back there, I think he went to go fight him off.”

A cold feeling steals into Impa’s chest.

“Idiot boy is going to get himself killed,” the captain at her side mutters, slicing viciously at a monster. “Trainees shouldn’t be out here at all, no less fighting dragons. Boy barely looks old enough to shave.”

Impa more than agrees, but doesn’t waste her time with words, leaving the keep in the captain’s capable hands, and taking off to go find Link.

...and Volga.

She follows the soldier’s words, heading to the fort he’d pointed out. Sure enough, as she gets closer, she sees streams of fire burst into the air, hears the clash of weapons and familiar shouts.

Her heart skips a beat, and she runs past bokoblins and moblins alike, pausing only momentarily to fight her way past a few.

None of the monsters that get in her way are terribly tough, but they take time to fight, and Impa is getting anxious, casting continued glances at the smoke and fire nearby. She’s seen firsthand today how good of a fighter Link is, but she’s also well aware of Volga’s strength.

And Link... will need help.

The last bokoblin falls and Impa runs for the fort, arriving just in time to see Volga slam a clawed fist into Link. He cries out as he’s thrown across the cobblestones, landing in a motionless heap, and Impa bolts, blood roaring in her ears.

She slides to a stop in front of Link when Volga tries to advance, putting herself between them and blocking his path. The dragon knight stares at her, shadowed eyes narrowed, and Impa glares back, unmoving in her defense of Link.

She sees no sign of the man she fell in love with in his eyes.

“How noble,” Volga sneers, embers falling from his mouth. “Enjoy your shared grave.”

The fire around him begins to intensify, and Impa’s eyes widen, knowing immediately what it means.

“Oh no...” she breathes, and turns back to Link in a panic, getting to a knee and touching his shoulder. He shifts at her touch, but just a little, his eyes flickering when she shakes him. Volga growls, and Impa whirls back towards him, knowing she doesn’t have enough time to pull Link out of here.

The air around Volga wavers with heat as flames lick up his form, and then he moves forward, blasting a huge plume of fire directly at them both, hotter than death mountain itself.

And right before the flames hit, Link stumbles in front of Impa, a hand outstretched like he hopes to hold back the flames with nothing but his arm.

Impa barely has enough time to be horrified (he’s only a boy, he shouldn’t be protecting her, she can’t watch her son die—) before the flames engulf them both.

...

But instead of burning alive in her former-lover’s flames, Impa instead feels a gentle warmth.

It’s equally soothing and powerful, and she opens her eyes, not even realizing she’d closed them. The sight that meets her makes her startle, and she stares up at Link in utter shock.

Golden light is pouring around Link— around her son, in a wide, protective glow, encircling and keeping them both safe. All of him holds a shine, but his left hand is glowing especially bright, triangles outlined on the back in a beautiful luminescent gold. A sign of which Impa would know anywhere and had already begun to suspect, but almost doesn’t want to believe, to face what it truly means for them all.

Link is the Hero.

Volga’s flames finally peter off, and the light fades, but Link still holds his hand up, fingers shaking a little. Volga studies him, giving Link a calculating look as his eyes dart across his face, and Impa finds herself holding her breath.

Will he notice the similarities, will he pick up on the features he and Link share, will he put the pieces together—

But Volga appears not to recognize anything amiss about Link, or even herself, and he barely spares her a glance as he growls something about not being beaten, and departs the battlefield.

Link shakily falls to a knee almost the moment he’s gone, and Impa resists the urge to grab him by the shoulders and make sure he’s okay, instead joining his side not too quickly.

“H-how...” he croaks, staring at his hand in equal awe and terror. “What was...”

“The triforce of courage,” Impa supplies, and he looks at her, his face covered in grime and sweat, and layered with a healthy amount of shock.

She takes a deep breath as what the meaning of this truly signifies begins to sink into her chest, fear and pride and several other emotions all vying for her attention. But she ignores them all, especially the sharp ache at the realization her son has a long fight ahead of him.

A monster howls somewhere nearby, accompanied by a soldier’s yell, and Impa closes her eyes, then reopens them, packing the emotions away with practiced ease.

“...I’m afraid we don’t have time for me to explain everything to you right now,” she apologizes, offering Link a hand up. “But I promise I will. At the moment, we have a battle to win.”

Link swallows, looking like he wants to say more. But then he straightens his shoulders and nods, letting her pull him to his feet. Impa can feel his hand still faintly shaking, and she can’t resist giving it the lightest of squeezes before she lets go, quickly returning her attention to the battle still raging outside the fort.

They can figure all of this out later. She can figure all of this out later.

Right now, they have a battle to win.

#I’m back at it again hee hoo #hdw au #hyrule warriors #loz hw #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #fic #writing from the floor #in case it’s not obvious I slightly aged link down in this au from how old I think he actually is #he’s about 17 #I think of him in hw as more like 18 19 ish #also I aged Impa up from how old I think she is in regular hw #I think of her as like mid-late twenties but in this she’s like 35 #ish. yknow. she has to be old enough to have her son be 17

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twsted-kinks · 6 months

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A Little Bit of Assistance (Malleus x Afab Reader x Lilia)

>ageless and minors dni<

Finally got this done. This was a request from someone probably like a month ago but I was sick for like 2 weeks and had no libido. That and just work. Haven't had much time to write but recently had a break so woooo here's some smut. This also ended up much longer than intended

Content Warning: threesome, voyeurism, exhibition, virgin Malleus, virgin Yuu depending on your definition of virgin, shy Yuu turns out to be dominant, biting, sharp teeth, blood, hair pulling, Lilia being ignored then being bratty, kinda degradation with Yuu being called a whore

Basically Lilia acts like a brat helps out Malleus and Yuu during their first time. Malleus and Yuu are dating. Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns. (Terms like folds/hole/cunt used) Reader is implied to have breasts/man boobs but can be read as not having them (I'm a plus size guy and this is self indulgent ok)

"If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to do this." Lilia looks to Yuu who stands across from the two fae. The three stand in Malleus's room with the eyes of the two fae practically glowing in the rooms dim light.

"No no, I'm fine I just-" Yuu fiddles with the top button of their shirt. "Having you two look at me while I undress, it's... intimidating."

"Oh? Would you prefer if we turn around?" Lilia asks.

"I do not wish to take my eyes off you." Malleus adds. "But, if it will help, I can turn the other way."

"I- No, I just- I'll turn around. I think not seeing you will help." Yuu's already blushing face grows a deeper pink as they turn their back to the fae. They undo the buttons of their shirt and let it fall off their shoulders, revealing the back of their binder/bra. The two fae stare intently as Yuu removes the binder/bra from their chest. Yuu hesitates before removing their belt and unbuttoning their pants. They let the pants drop to the ground, hesitant to remove their underwear.

"I think-" Yuu crosses their arms over their chest before turning to face the two fae, eyes looking to the ground. "This is what I can remove right now."

"Whatever makes you most comfortable." Lilia smiles and steps forward. "Now, why don't you sit on the bed for us, hm?"

Yuu nods and does. The fae step closer. Lilia settles on the bed beside Yuu while Malleus steps closer, standing in front of the human. Yuu looks up to Malleus, the dragon fae's eyes are focused on them, pupils blown wide as his gaze lingers on different parts of their body.

"You have experience kissing, correct?" Lilia leans close to Yuu's ear. "And not just something quick."

"Yes." Yuu looks to him but then quickly looks down to their lap. "I've... madeout with a few people before."

"Would you mind helping me provide an example for the young master?" Lilia asks with a smirk.

"I-" Yuu nods. "I can do that."

Lilia leans in and places a small peck on Yuu's lips before kissing them again slow and deep. Lilia's tongue enters their mouth meeting Yuu's own. Yuu shifts their arms, placing their hands on Lilia's chest.

When the two finally pull away from each other, Malleus's hand touches Yuu's cheek, gently shifting their gaze to face him. "I believe it is my turn now."

"So impatient." Lilia giggles. "That was barely a kiss."

Malleus gives Lilia a look before the taller fae leans over Yuu, making the human look straight up at him. The kiss is gentle for a moment but quickly becomes heated. While Yuu and Malleus have kissed before, it's always been soft, romantic, but this- this was hunger. Malleus's forked tongue plunges into their mouth, going much deeper than Lilia's, and his teeth scrape against Yuu's lips, drawing blood. Yuu's hands grip to Malleus's shirt for dear life. Malleus pushes further, pushing the small human onto their back as he crawls on top of them. Malleus is curled over them, their legs spread and their hips meeting his own. He grinds against them, only a few layers of fabric keep him from feeling himself against their folds.

A tug on Malleus's horn pulls his mouth away from the human. "Careful Malleus." Malleus glares at Lilia before looking down at Yuu. His posture stiffs as he sees the blood on their lips.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Malleus's thumb runs along their lips.

"Fuck, Malmal. That was-" Yuu wraps their arms around the fae's neck as they lick their lips. "That was the best fucking kiss I've ever had."

"Oh?" Lilia smirks. "So the child of man likes it a bit more rough I see. Hmm, how about a change of position? I have an idea."

Reluctantly, Malleus gets off of Yuu and sits on the bed. Lilia moves Yuu to the other fae's lap, their back against Malleus's chest as they sit between the larger fae's legs. Lilia floats in front of them, leaning in and kissing the human's lips, then chin, then jaw. He runs his tongue along Yuu's neck, making the human whine. When they feel sharp teeth sink into their flesh, Yuu covers their mouth, trying to silence a deep moan.

"No." Malleus slips his hand alongside Yuu's, gently pulling their hand away. "I wish to hear you."

Lilia licks along Yuu's throat again and sinks his teeth in, higher up this time. Yuu inhales sharply and a high pitched moan escapes them.

Lilia pulls away with a chuckle. "A little human, seemingly so sweet and innocent, but, in reality, you're a whore for pain."

Malleus growls. "Lilia, be careful of what you call them."

"No, it's-" Yuu's thighs rub together. "It's alright. I... like it actually."

"You do?" Malleus asks.

Lilia giggles and licks the blood dripping from Yuu's neck. "A little human whore caught between two fae. I wonder how long they'll last before they're spent."

"Whore..." Malleus experiments, saying the word aloud. "My whore." He runs his tongue up along the other side of Yuu's neck, stopping at their ear and licking the shell.

Yuu whimpers as they reach down, but Lilia stops them before they can touch themselves.

"Patience, you'll get your pleasure in due time. Just let us play a bit more. Now, Young Master, watch closely." Lilia lets out a deep chuckle as he runs his hands up Yuu's torso, feeling the shape of their body, as he places a trail of licks down to their chest. Lilia's hands cup Yuu's chest, massaging the human's nipples with his thumbs. He kneads and tugs their flesh, pinching their hardened nipples and earning a moan.

"More." Yuu moans. "I need more."

Malleus's hands make their way to Yuu's chest, but Lilia slaps them away. "Ah ah, you need to pay attention, Young Master. Both of you need to learn patience."

"I'm tired of being patient!" Yuu growls and forcefully pulls Malleus's hand between their legs.

Lilia chuckles, but, before he can say anything, Yuu reaches up and yanks his head back by his hair, making the smaller fae gasp. Malleus shudders behind the human.

"Just cause I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I'm some delicate flower." Yuu grunts as they release Lilia and tugs their underwear down their legs. "You've had your fun, now sit and stay until I tell you to move."

Malleus eagerly begins to run his fingers along Yuu's folds as they rut into his hand in response.

"Just put your fingers in me, Malmal." Yuu's hand cups Malleus's. "These two fingers. Push them in as far as-" They're cut off as Malleus's middle and ring finger fully dive into their cunt in a single motion, and a loud moan escapes them.

"You're so perfect." Malleus hums as he feels Yuu's warmth around his fingers.

"Curl your fingers, Mal. Keep doing a 'come here' motion."

Malleus follows the instructions perfectly.

"Fuck yes!" Yuu reaches down and starts to rub on their clit. "Faster- More fingers."

Malleus adds two more fingers, stretching Yuu's cunt, and fucks them faster with his fingers.

Yuu's back arches as the build up in their gut finally snaps. They cum around Malleus's fingers, pulling them in even deeper as fluid gushes from Yuu. Malleus continues to finger them through their orgasm until Yuu pulls his hand away.

"On your back." Yuu turns around and places their hands on Malleus's chest. He allows them to push him down. Yuu sits on the bottom of his torso and leans down, kissing up his jaw then biting his ear. Malleus gasps, hands grabing Yuu's hips, and ruts into the air. Yuu begins to undo the buttons on his shirt but then growls and tears the shirt open. "Fuck, Mal. How are you this fucking hot."

"Chi-" Malleus whimpers as Yuu sucks and bites at his neck. "Child of man-"

"My name." Yuu tugs both of Malleus's nipples. "Say it."

"Yuu." Malleus moans.

"Good boy." Yuu's hands trails down the dragon's torso and undoes his belt. "Fuck, you've already soaked your pants huh?"

"Please, Yuu, they're too tight."

Yuu coos as they undo his pants. "You're so cute, Malmal."

"What about me?" Lilia whines as he hovers behind the human. "Am I not cute enough? Have I not been patient enough? Can't I join in again?"

"Fine, but only cause you asked nicely." Yuu chuckles and slaps their ass. "Prep my asshole."

Lilia smiles, and with a quick snap of his fingers, a bottle of lube appears. "Gladly."

Yuu shivers as cold lube touches their skin and drips down their asshole. Lilia runs his finger along the hole before pushing it in.

Malleus's hand cups Yuu's face as they moan. "You're beautiful." The dragon fae whispers.

Yuu's face flushes a deeper red. "You're way to sweet, Mal." Yuu's comment is followed by a loud gasp as Lilia pushes another finger into them.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Lilia pouts.

"Just one of you is already a handful." Yuu groans. "Wait a moment."

"Oh? But weren't you the one tired of waiting?" Lilia chuckles as he scissors their asshole.

"Ugh, yeah yeah." Yuu pushes back against Lilia. "Just back up and let me suck Mal's cock, then I'll get to yours."

Lilia backs up, floating behind the human as he laughs. "Looks like our vulgar human is in for a surprise."

"What are you..." As Yuu undoes Malleus's pants, they notice the strange shape under the fae's underwear.

Malleus clears his throat awkwardly. "Chi- Yuu, I am- My... private parts are unlike those of most fae and even more unlike a human's."

"Mal..." Yuu runs their hand along the dragon fae's buldges. "No matter what parts you got, I'm going to want to fuck you. Hell, I'll probably like whatever you got more."

Malleus moans. "You sound confident."

"That's because I am." Yuu slowly tugs down the hem of the fae's underwear and bites their lip. "And I'm right."

Both of Malleus's cocks stand tall once freed and the fae lets out a deep sigh. The tips of Malleus's cocks start thin then grow in girth, melding into the thick shaft. They start to get thinner near the base until getting even thicker at their knots. So much precum drips down each cock it almost appears like a stream.

"Fuck." Yuu moans as they lean down, lips only an inch away from one of Malleus's cocks. "How can I not find you sexy."

Yuu yelps as they're suddenly pushed forward, face shoved against Malleus's cocks as the dragon fae growls from the stimulation. Precum smears across the human's face.

"Ah, sorry." Lilia giggles as his three fingers stretches Yuu's asshole open. "Was I too forceful? It's hard to tell what I'm supposed to do when no ones paying attention to me."

"Can you let me give my boyfriend head in peace?" Yuu asks as the settle back to where they were.

"Hmm... No. I think I've prepped you enough to have some of my own fun." Lilia coos as he takes his cock and slaps it against Yuu's ass.

"Careful, old man." Malleus growls at the smaller fae.

"Oh, don't worry." Lilia chuckles as he humps his cock between Yuu's cheeks. "I'll leave their womb for you to fill. If they allow me to, that is."

Yuu looks back to Lilia and then up to Malleus. "I'm- Well- Mal, are you okay with it?"

Malleus thinks for a moment before responding. "Only my seed may mark them inside."

"I can work with that." Lilia smirks as he lines his tip up with Yuu's asshole and slowly pushes in. Yuu lets out a low groan as they hold onto Malleus's thighs to balance themselves. Lilia pushes in a bit, then pulls out until only his tip remains inside, then pushes in even more. He does this again and again until he bottoms out.

"Look at that." Lilia coos as he pushes Yuu's torso down, arching their back so Malleus has a clear view of the human's asshole stretched around Lilia's cock. "Now prove to us how much of a whore you are. Pleasure your future king while your ass is used like a toy."

Yuu's eyes seem to have glazed over as Lilia slowly ruts into them. They reach forward and fiddle with Malleus's pants for a moment before ripping them, revealing more of Malleus's underwear and thighs.

Malleus's eyes widen in shock, his cheeks and tips of his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. "Child of man-"

"Need you nude." Yuu grunts in response as they pull at Malleus's underwear, trying to rip them as well. "I want you balls in my mouth."

"Oh, such a demanding little whore." Lilia giggles and snaps his fingers. Malleus's clothes dissappear from the larger fae's body.

"Was that neces-" Malleus pauses as his thighs are lifted back by Yuu. The human wastes no time and immediately wraps their lips around the flesh of one of the dragon fae's balls, sucking. Malleus reaches up, the back of one of his hands covering his mouth.

Lilia laughs as he begins to thrust faster. "Oh, you almost have me jealous, young master."

Yuu moves to licking all along Malleus's balls up to the underside of one of his cocks. They place Malleus's thighs on their shoulders as their hands move. One hand cups Malleus's balls, thumb kneading the plump flesh, while the other hand begins to stroke Malleus's unoccupied cock. Yuu's licking travels upwards until they finally take the head of one if Malleus's cocks in their mouth.

"It's too much." Malleus moans as they reach down, gently grabbing a fistful of the human's hair. "If you do not stop- ah. I will- I will release too soon."

Yuu doesn't stop. The human uses both hands to wrap around both if Malleus's cocks, stroking the two shafts as they wrap their lips around both tips.

"Yuu-" Malleus grunts. "I am going to- Ah!"

Cum erupts into Yuu's mouth. They struggle to swallow what they can as excess drips from the corner of their lips. After a moment, they have to pull back, coughing while they're trying to catch their breathe. The cocks keep pulsing, more cum shooting out and painting Yuu's face. The human whines as they feel Lilia pull out of them.

"I hope you're ready for some more." Lilia pulls Yuu by their hair and floats next to them, stroking his cock right in front of their face.

Yuu opens their mouth wide and sticks out their tongue, cum still dripping from it.

"Such a hungry whore." Lilia chuckles as he strokes himself. A moment later, cum shoots from his cock. The first couple of ropes land across their face before the rest land in their waiting mouth. "Now swallow."

Yuu does so eagerly, licking their cum stained lips as well. Suddenly, Yuu is pushed onto their back as Malleus crawls on top of them, pulling their legs over his shoulders.

"I cannot take anymore." Malleus ruts his cocks against the human's folds as he pushes their knees to their chest. "I need to inside you. I need to feel you around me. I need to fill you."

Yuu reaches down, each hand taking a cock and lining them up with one of their holes. "I got two holes. Use 'em. Make it so I can't walk tomorrow."

"Yes, I shall. Anything for my beautiful whore." Malleus pushes forward, slowly sinking his cocks into both of the human's holes.

"And don't forget about me." Lilia hums as he hovers above Yuu's face. "A proper whore has every hole nice and filled, don't they?"

"Want to fuck my face that badly, old man?" Yuu grabs Lilia's thighs and pulls him down to their face. The human quickly begins licking his shaft.

"So beautiful." Malleus mutters as he pushes himself deeper into Yuu.

"Indeed." Lilia smirks as he reaches down and angles his cock, pointing it right at Yuu's mouth.

"I want to feel your balls slapping my nose. Make me fucking gag." Yuu groans.

"And so demanding." Lilia laughs as he shoves his cock balls deep into the human's throat. Yuu's body shakes as they claw and Lilia's thighs.

"They tightened." Malleus moans. "Relax, my whore. I want to be fully inside you before I fill you."

Yuu moans around Lilia's cock, trying to respond.

"Ah, ah." Lilia starts to slowly fuck their face. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

"I am almost-" Malleus grunts as he finally bottoms out in both of Yuu's holes. "Yuu, you are truly amazing. So- ah- so tight, yet you have taken all of me."

"Oh, and look at that." Lilia runs his hands down Yuu's abdomen, caressing the bulges in their stomach. "Look how much you're stretching them."

Malleus's hips thrust. "Ah- My apologies. I did not mean to-"

Yuu reaches down and pulls at Malleus's thighs, pulling him closer.

"Oh?" Lilia coos. "I think they want you to move. So insatiable. "

With that, Malleus begins thrusting in earnest, his balls slapping Yuu's ass which each thrust. With a fae at either end and every hole filled, it doesn't take long for Yuu to come, body shaking as the two fae continue to use them. It doesn't take long for Yuu's mind to be gone. They don't know how many times they cum, how many time one of the fae cum in them, on them. Everything is such a glorious blur. All they know is that there is no way they are walking out if bed tomorrow.

#twst smut #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #twst malleus smut #twst lilia smut #malleus x reader #lilia x reader

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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Marry Xmas Shana!! I'd love to see Pansy making dresses for the boys in the siat friend group, especially Ron. It'd have to be fun, he's so tall!! Or dealers choice! 😊💖

"Why are we doing this? I know you have actual models who work for you," Neville complains, shifting awkwardly in the generous draping of liquid bronze. Harry knows more about that material than he wants to, because Draco had spent weeks getting the spellwork just right.

Pansy removes the pins from her mouth, says, "Shut up and don't move," and gets back to work.

"It's because we'll ensure that she has the most attendees out of every other junior designer. We're a publicity stunt," Ron says, rolling his eyes. "Also, why am I always in a corset?"

The pale green skirt and corset combo would be out of place with the rest of the blunt colors, except that there's not a single rounded piece of it, all of it constructed from silver edged triangles. He hates that that's something he notices now.

"Because you look good in a corset," she says, giving Neville a critical once over before moving on to Blaise. The white silk clinging to his thighs and falling off his shoulders looks the same as Tonks wore when she got married. Harry wants to ask, but he's trying to avoid drawing Pansy's attention unnecessarily. "Can we just get through the walkthrough without any bitching? For once?"

"Unlikely," Draco says, idly staring at himself in the mirror. Harry is biased, but he thinks he looks delicious. The intricate lace is patterned to look like dragon scales has been dyed a soft pink and the dress's back is a dozen delicate, interlocked golden chains.

Harry's wearing the sister piece, a silver dress made of chainmail but light as cotton and with a blue lace cape trailing behind him.

He's terrified of tripping and breaking something and leaving behind Draco to mourn him when Pansy kills him in cold blood.

#i love boys in dresses #all done!#barely in time lol #i'll do the masterlists tomorrow #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #significantfoliage #<3 #harry potter #siat

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The sweetest fruit (9)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, domination, dirty talk ]

[description: (Anon Request) Aemond is to meet his future wife from Essos, in whose veins runs the blood of Old Valyria. They’ve been engaged since they were kids, but he’s in no hurry to get married and he’s not happy about her arrival. His future wife, however, turns out to be someone completely different than he expected. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He was awakened by the intense rays of the sun, falling on them from behind a large, balcony passage. He opened his eye and saw that his wife was lying a short distance away from him, his hand on her back. Both of them were drenched in sweat, only the morning breeze brought them a little coolness.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair, wanting to continue his nap. He heard her grunt of displeasure.

"I'm hot." She mumbled, wanting to break free from his grip, feeling the warmth of his body. He pressed his hand against her skin even tighter. He pulled off the delicate bedspread that they were covered with, pressing her even tighter against him.

"Sleep." He grunted, cuddling into her from behind.

She wrapped her arms around his, pressing her face into his hand. They both fell asleep in that position for some time. They knew they didn't have to rush anywhere.

Here Aemond had no duties or trainings. He could do whatever he wanted. This freedom was completely new to him, and he intended to take advantage of it.

His wife made him happy with the information she gave him as they ate breakfast together in their chamber. She was teaching him how to eat a kiwi with a spoon. She was pleased when he said that he thought it was one of the tastiest fruits he had ever eaten in his life. She decided it was the perfect time to tell him the itinerary of their trip.

She said that she wanted to show him around Volantis, following in the footsteps of their common ancestors. She even found some books for him, describing the places she wanted to take him to, and the events that took place there. Aemond didn't say it out loud, but he was excited.

He'd heard of these places from maester history lessons, but never thought he'd actually see them. Lady Vhassar smiled as she saw the twinkle in his eye. She had clothes made of finer, thinner fabrics prepared for him. The ones he had brought with him from Westeros were useless in this climate.

They set out on the journey together with two guards, who were supposed to keep them safe. Lady Vhassar led him from several old buildings and temples, that had once been the residences of the first Targaryens and their houses of worship. She also showed him the lairs of the first dragons and the battlefields of the great battles, that he had read about in books.

Being there, he could finally imagine what it all looked like. He hadn't expected it, but her knowledge of the history of their common lineage was astonishingly wide. When he asked her about a specific event or person, she easily answered or corrected him, telling him everything in detail.

It turned out that she now knew alternate versions of various stories, passed from mouth to mouth to the next generations of her family. Thanks to her, he learned about new nuances that he had no idea about.

Their trip was divided into several days, so they did not see everything at once, wanting to dose the impressions. However, after the first hours, Lady Vhassar could see how pleased he was and how curiously he listened and watched everything that she showed him.

When the sun was high in the sky and the temperature became unbearable, they decided to return to the buildings of the city and take shelter in their shade. His wife wanted him to see what the city of Essos looked like.

What caught Aemond's attention were the colors and smells. Access to dyes and spices, made people living there colorful and ate interesting, exquisite dishes. All fabrics and dyes came to Westeros from Essos. He watched with curiosity the great markets, full of screaming people. Here, no one knew him and no one looked after him, so they walked confidently ahead, being able to see everything that pleased them.

A young man suddenly spotted them in the crowd and held out his hands to them. Aemond had already noticed that touching was more frequent and familiar here than in his realm. That's why he didn't react, despite his inner rage when the men embraced his wife, obviously knowing her.

"My Lady! It's wonderful to see you. Is this your husband of whom I have heard so much?” He asked cheerfully, despite his stubble, it was obvious that he was older than them by a few years at the most. He bowed to him respectfully, and Aemond nodded, saying nothing. His wife answered for him, her expression confused.

"Yes, but let's not talk about it out loud. I don't want to draw attention to us for safety reasons." She said quickly.

The last thing she wanted was for someone from the crowd to find out that there was a prince among them. Not to mention the fact that she didn't want her former lover talking to her husband.

"Dearest husband, this is Nomoss, my father's business partner. Nomoss, this is my husband. He came with me all the way from Westeros." She said, smiling broadly. Nomoss bowed again, smiling warmly.

She had met him a few years earlier when he started working with her family. Her father lent him a large loan, which Nomoss repaid with his large vineyard that he now ran. It was from his winery that their wines from Essos had been brought for her wedding.

It turned out that in addition to his weakness for wine, he had a weakness for women as well. He was sweet, handsome, and intelligent, so she didn't need much persuasion.

She spent several pleasant nights with him. He told her that if she wasn't already engaged he would have asked her to marry him. However, she recognized that she had a duty to her father and family, that she must fulfill.

She liked and respected him, but she did not fall in love with him. She knew it now that her husband was standing by her side. She thought that Aemond fascinated her so much, because he was completely different from the men of Essos.

At Volantis, men were open, direct, and confident in what they wanted. They did not pretend when it was only about bed fun, did not promise marriage and a happy old age.

She appreciated that about them, but she couldn't take what they said seriously either. When one of them said that he fell in love with her, that she could become his wife, she laughed, not believing him.

Only now did she understand why her mother had rejected her father's betrothal three times before agreeing to marry him.

She didn't believe in his sincere intentions, didn't think he was mature enough to be a father and a husband, to give up entertainment and other women for her sake. Only when he proved to her years later that he was serious about her and changed for her, did she start a family with him.

However, when Aemond told his mother in front of her that he was in love with her, she knew immediately that he was telling the truth. Her husband never uttered any superfluous words, and he certainly did not lie.

He could be painfully honest, and he hated to pretend. His rough honesty and directness, the fact that he kept his promise and did not visit his mistress, made her involuntarily trust him and open up to him.

That's why she told him the night before that she wanted to be the mother of his children. She felt so safe with him that she wanted to have a family with him.

Nomoss nodded understandingly, scratching his beard. Aemond glared at him with murderous eye. Lady Vhassar knew that he felt she and Nomoss knew each other before, and not in the way he would have liked.

"In that case, will you allow me to invite you to my mansion for dinner? It would be a great honor for me.” Said Nomoss, bowing low. Lady Vhassar saw her husband's lips tighten. He looked away, impatient.

She wondered why Nomoss was doing this. It may have been simple cordiality, but she felt it was something more. Trying to show her husband his strength and confidence, putting him in a situation he couldn't escape and had to be kind to the man who fucked his wife. She decided that enough.

“No.” She said to Nomoss, surprising them both. The man opened his mouth to respond, but she continued. “My husband and I will eat with my parents. We will not burden you with our presence." She said, slightly turning around, smiling.

"Let's go, husband." She said softly, as she walked forward. Aemond walked past Nomoss who bowed to him without saying a word.

Lady Vhassar continued the discussion that Nomoss had interrupted before they encountered him, but her husband only grunted back at her, withdrawing into himself.

She knew that what had just happened had unnerved him. She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, looking at him pleadingly. He gave her a surprised look, not expecting such a gesture in public, in front of strangers. Sensing his thoughts, she smiled warmly.

"We are in Volantis. Here you are allowed to touch your husbands in front of others." She grunted contentedly.

They actually had dinner with her parents, on a large terrace overlooking the surrounding sea. A beautiful sunset accompanied them. Her father was trying to get information from her husband, about how he enjoyed the first day of their trip.

Aemond expressed satisfaction, but she could see that he was escaping into his thoughts and not looking at her. She thought he suffered from jealousy. She knew she would feel the same way if they happened upon his mistress. She thought she'd comfort him in the night by showing her complete devotion.

She said she wanted to go to bed early, tired after walking all day. She left the terrace, her husband watched her with a surprised look. She knew he wouldn't stay with her parents for long, without knowing what he would talk to them about. She took advantage of this moment to undress, with the help of the servants. There was no point in wearing any nightgown.

When he opened the door, she was waiting for him on the bed, lying on her stomach, reading a book. She smiled at him, swinging her legs, lifting one calf, then the other, up. He stared at her with a stony face as he untied his thin chemise, shrugging it off with a light movement.

"How did you like today, my husband?" She asked softly, seeing how hungrily he stared at her body.

"Did you sleep with this man?" He asked suddenly, taking her completely by surprise.

She felt a cold shiver run through her at the tone of his voice, her legs dropping to the sheets. She felt her heart pounding hard. She did not know what she should say. He pursed his lips when she didn't answer him for a long moment, knowing it meant confirmation of his suspicions.

"Did you sleep with him more than once?" He continued, approaching her slowly.

She looked at him imploringly, her throat constricted so tight she couldn't utter a word. She wondered why she felt such remorse. Even though he also had a mistress at the time, she was in pain by the fact that he found out and met this man. She saw him undo his pants.

"Do you love him?" He asked coldly.

“No.” She replied quickly and confidently, frowning.

"Good." He said low, as he slipped off the fabric and climbed onto the bed.

He straddled her, not letting her roll over onto her back, so that she still had to lie on her stomach. She felt her heart pounding, for some reason she got wet between her thighs. She knew that he was about to fuck her and that it would not be the tender love of two lovers. He leaned over her, so that his mouth was close to her ear.

“I was already afraid that I would have to pay him a visit and kill him.” He hissed, lifting her buttocks up in a firm, quick motion, so that she was kneeling in front of him, his hard manhood throbbing impatiently against her skin.

She propped herself up with her hands, shivering slightly and breathing fast, her nipples hard with desire. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up, making her buttocks slap against his thighs, his arms hugging her tight from behind.

"Do you think you deserve the tender, gentle caresses of your husband tonight?" He asked menacingly and dangerously, she felt a pleasant shiver run down her cheeks, her core tightening around nothing, swollen and wet. She swallowed loudly.

"No, my husband." She whispered humbly, breathing fast, her breasts rising and falling. His hand closed over one of them, massaging it. She moaned softly in pleasure, throwing her head back.

"Exactly. I'm glad you understand that." He said low, rubbing his swollen cock against his wet entrance, dripping onto him from above.

They both began to pant loudly, moving faster and faster. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. She inhaled loudly and tightened her hands on his shoulder as she felt his buttocks pull away from her. He thrusted into her suddenly, in one, firm motion, filling her completely.

He began to fuck her with a loud, wet slap, his thighs hitting her buttocks with a force she didn't yet know. She moaned loudly in surprise at the sensation. She was so wet that he slid inside her with ease, their skin covered with her sticky juices that dripped onto the sheets beneath them.

"Were you so fucking wet for him too?" He hissed, pumping his cock into her quickly and intensely, enraged and jealous, his fingers tightening painfully on the skin of her waist. They both panted heavily, enjoying this almost animal act.

"N-no." She sobbed helplessly, her hands clenching the sheets in front of her, trying to keep her balance in any way, flexing her body so that he was rubbing her at the point of her greatest pleasure.

"Remind me, what was the name of this sweet man?" He asked maliciously and low, breathing heavily, getting closer to his fulfillment. Her hot, fleshy insides clenched wonderfully around him.

He fucked her brutally, his cock throbbing harder and harder inside her. His hand slid down to her clit, only teasing her, not giving her the pressure she wanted. Feeling it, she moaned helplessly.

"Aemond, please…" She mumbled, wanting nothing more than to be fulfilled, feeling the tension in her lower abdomen unbearable. Her entire body throbbed with each of his thrusts, completely surrendered to him, allowing him to penetrate her as deeply as he wanted.

"I can't hear you." He hissed, taking his hand from between her thighs. She sobbed softly, her hands clenching the fabric of the sheets beneath her, her breathing ragged and loud. He fucked her so hard that she could barely think, let alone form a sentence. She knew what he wanted to hear.

"I-I don't remember, please, touch me there again" She sputtered, giving up completely. She wanted him to know that he was only his, that she would do anything for him.

She would never let another man do something like that. With him, it felt wonderful and cathartic. She wanted him to punish her. To cum in her and show that she belongs only to him.

She heard a smirk of satisfaction appear on his face as his hand slid down between her thighs again. His fingers began to massage her around her clit just the way she liked it, in circular, slow, repetitive motions. Her lips parted, gasping with pleasure, feeling her orgasm approaching.

"That's right. You're going to be a good girl now, aren't you?" He asked in a trembling voice, he knew he was about to come inside her.

His thrusts were already uncontrollable and chaotic. He panted loudly with her, their bodies slamming against each other quickly, with a loud, sticky sound.

“Yes, I will be so good to you, please!” She sobbed loudly and opened her mouth wide, squeezing her eyes shut.

For a moment she couldn't make a sound, her fingers clutching the duvet tightly. Then a loud, helpless moan escaped her throat, as the most powerful orgasm of her life surged through her body, like a wave of heat and pleasure.

She heard his low, loud groan, as her walls began to clench tightly against him, unable to utter a word. He just cum inside her, throwing his head back, panting heavily, slithering into her for a while longer. His cock was a complete mess, all sticky and wet with her juices. He stroked her buttocks reverently, staring in delight at her trembling body beneath him.

"Mine."

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ddemurezy · 1 year

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The Witch of Westeros

CHAPTER ONE - what heavy storm brings

disclaimer:

I do not own House of the Dragon nor the Scarlet Witch and her powers. Credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine, I got it from pinterest

this fanfic does not follow the plot of the series nor its books. storyline belongs to me.

note:

I am so so sorry for not updating for weeks, I've been busy with school and friends and christmas. And I also lost my motivation with writing but I'm back now!!

anyway, sorry for the long wait!!

warning:

mention of blood, open wounds, and I think that's all, but if I missed anything, please tell me. !! NOT EDITED !!

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Thunder was heard from the gloomy sky, and a howl of wind passed through the crowd of people from the busy streets of the market. Yells and cries of vendors who desperately call for customers to buy from their shops mixed with the sound of talks of the people passing by, but the only thing you can focus on that leaves their mouths is the topic of the prince's name day.

Prince Joffrey's 12th name day was the only thing people talked about the whole week. And it was tomorrow. However, the king hosted a get-together party tonight and invited a few noble houses to celebrate. Despite not having an invite, the people of King's Landing are hosting dinner feasts in their homes in honour of the prince's day.

Though, you can't say the same. Unlike the others excited about the prince's name day, you were lost.

Five months, that's how long you've been in this...peculiar world. Although, you can't say that the last five months had been treating you with nothing but peace, something you needed after everything. The world you landed in was strange. Nevertheless, it amazes you how it all works. You don't know everything about it yet, but the experience was enough to tell you that it's nothing like the others you've ever been to.

Another rumble from the sky was heard, and it was enough to signal you that rain—perhaps a storm might arrive due to the gloomy weather.

The thought of a storm coming made you quicken your pace. You were making your way home from the market since you decided to shop for food like the others. Though your house wasn't much like a real house, it's more of a cabin. But it was big enough for a family of three.

Your house came into your view a few feet away. It was located nearby the shore and a few miles from the city. The waves from the sea were getting harsher and more vigorous. You internally thank your past self for putting an invisible barrier, a hex, around the house for safety.

Just as you were about to enter, something floating from the sea caught your attention. You don't know what it was, but a small voice in your mind told you to check it out.

Dropping the bags you held to the ground gently enough, not letting anything fall to waste. You position your hand to your side, ready to summon your magic in case it is dangerous you're walking towards.

As you approach the sea, you notice that what is floating isn't a creature or an object. It was a body. A human body.

But you didn't know if they were alive or not.

The thought of a possible dead body floating in the sea made your hesitation go away and run toward the sea, not caring if your skirt got wet. You'll dry it later with magic.

When you got closer to the body, it gave you a good look at them. He was a boy, merely a man. His sleeve was ripped open, and a deep gash on his arm. Blood dripped down from the wound, and it was clear it was still fresh. You pressed your fingers on his pulse, sighing in relief when you realized he was alive.

Not wasting any more time, you waved your hand, lifting the young boy with your magic and snapping your fingers with your free hand, teleporting you and the boy inside your home.

You placed him on the sofa, carefully lifting his wounded arm. You crouched down beside him and started using your magic to heal him.

Once he was fully healed, you took some heavy metal off the armour so he could be more comfortable and used your magic to dry him off. Looking at his wound again, your magic helped it heal, but there was still a dark scar.

You summoned a clean towel to clean off the excess blood on his arm. He stirred a little from your touch, and you thank the gods that he was alright. You softly smiled, bringing your free hand to brush his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

He reminded you of your twins with his dark brunette hair, but he mostly reminded you of your Billy. He was usually the gentle one, keeping his brother out of trouble or, at least, he tried to. You wondered if this young boy is like him too or if he has a brother or sister.

"Oh, Gods." You mumbled, eyes widening in realization. Your hand slowed as your mind became clouded with thoughts. His family, his parents. They must be so worried about him.

Sighing, you continued cleaning his arm and stood up, patting your dress that was still wet. You figured you would ask him when he wakes up. Hopefully, he trusts you enough to tell your where he came from so you can bring him back to safety.

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The storm wasn't stopping anytime soon, so you thought you could make a nice warm soup for you and the boy when he woke up. It was a cold, chilly night, and you changed into a more comfortable dress to keep you warm. You noticed the young boy was shivering from the cold, so you brought a nice fur blanket and wrapped it around him.

You sat on the stool, looking out the window as you got lost in your thoughts, thinking about, well...everything.

This world was different, but it somehow felt familiar to you. You weren't a nostalgic person, per se. But you do value things, especially memories.

You sighed blissfully, the sound of heavy rain dropping from the skies with thunder following. It was the same weather when you first arrived, and it caused you a sense of deja vu. You still remember what happened months ago.

But before you could get lost in your thoughts again, you heard a groan behind you. He's awake.

You turned to see him sitting up, looking around, confused. You felt bad for the young boy. "You're awake," You spoke in a soft tone.

He turned in surprise before standing up quickly. "W-who are you? Where am I?" He urgently asked in a shaky tone.

You sent him a soft smile, hoping to ease him. "You're in my house, dear. I found you in the sea with a deep wound in your arm and brought you here before you lost more blood and healed you." You explained to him.

He seemed speechless for a second as if he couldn't believe he was still alive. Was the accident he was in so bad that he is contemplating his survival?

"Thank you," The young boy said, looking down shyly before looking you in the eye. "Thank you for healing me, my lady."

You smiled at him, "Of course, it's no problem." Just then, you remember the food you made. "Oh, I made some food if you want some. It's still warm, perfect for the weather."

He seemed hesitant, but his stomach let out a grumble. His gaze dropped to his stomach, frowning as if he felt betrayed. You chuckled, gesturing for him to sit on the stool on the other side. You then stood up and got him a bowl of food, placing it on his side of the table.

"Come, don't be shy." You sent him a gentle smile. He eventually gave in and sat on the stool. You observed as he took his first bite, and seeing his eyes light up made you smile wider.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked, trying to make small talk but also concerned about his health.

He looked up and nodded, "Yes, my lady. I feel a lot better."

"Oh, please, call me Y/n." You insisted.

"If you insist, my lad- I mean, Y/n. My name's Lucerys," Lucerys said, nodding his head respectfully.

For some reason, the name felt familiar to you. Sure, you heard it from somewhere before. Lucerys...Lucerys Velaryon, oh gods, he's a prince. The son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Leanor Velaryon, but he and his brothers were rumoured to be bastards. You knew better than to assume things, although the people in the city were sure of it. Anyway, it's not like your opinion mattered.

"You're a prince." You pointed out, trying to be calm so he wouldn't freak out.

Lucerys looked around before sighing. "Yes, I am a prince. And I assure you, lady Y/n, that I mean no harm to you and your family."

"I am not worried about that, dear." You assured him, standing up from your chair. "Tea?" you offered, placing two cups on the table. He nodded, muttering a small 'please' and 'thank you' before taking a bite of his food.

Another thunder was heard from outside, startling Lucerys a little. You looked out the window and saw the rain getting heavier.

"Lucerys, honey," You started, and the young boy looked at you, "I don't think the storm is going to end soon. Should you stay here for the night until the storm stop, we will figure out how to bring you back to the princess safely," you suggested.

"Oh, no, no. I couldn't intrude, my lady." He declined, shaking his head and taking a sip of his tea.

"Don't worry, dear. You're not intruding." You said, putting away your plate and cup. "I have two rooms and extra clothes for you to be comfortable." Lucerys was undecided, but when he looked at the hardy storm outside, he eventually agreed.

You guided him to one of the empty rooms you had and gave him spare clothes to change into.

"Lady Y/n," Lucerys called before you could close the door.

"Yes, Luke?" He insisted that you call him that instead of his full name just a while ago when you showed him the room.

"Thank you for this, all of this." He said, smiling at you shyly, but there was a grateful look on his face to show that he was completely genuine.

You smiled back at him, but the more you looked at him, he kept reminding you of your Billy. "You're welcome," you replied, nodding your head before closing the door.

You hoped that you could bring him home safely tomorrow to his family.

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childotkw · 1 year

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Oh my God you like lucemond. My favorite writer likes my new obsession. The best tomarry/Harrymort writer I know likes lucemond.

When can we expect the fics? (Pretty please?)

Nnggghhhh fine. I'm thinking of calling it ruination because it's ✨dramatic✨

(Also, anons, you flatter me - let me repay your love by feeding our budding obsession)

It's essentially a 'Lucerys survives the fall and keeps his memories' story. The piece of Arrax's body that he was attached to took the brunt of the damage, and he washed up on a small rocky, uninhabited island, miraculously alive.

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Lucerys woke on the shore of an islet.

Cold water lapped at his legs, a teasing threat, and his body ached down to his bones. Each breath brought with it a fresh wave of agony, his ribs rattling in his bruised chest.

But none of that could eclipse the yawning, cavernous, echoing sense of loss ringing like a death knell in his heart.

Arrax.

His eyes burned with sea salt and sand and fresh tears. A sob caught in his throat, iron pooling in his mouth as his new reality etched itself into his soul.

His dragon, his life-long companion, his friend - gone. Snatched. Taken.

...

Eventually, Lucerys managed to pull his battered body further up the shoreline until he collapsed, trembling, at the base of the dark rock outcrop that seemed to dominate the tiny island. As he dragged his weakened legs close, leaving red imprints from his blood-soaked clothes, his dark eyes finally scanned his surroundings.

And what he saw made the sorrow the flooded him feel but a drop compared to the rage that seared its way through his blood.

He hadn't washed up alone.

Chunks of flesh - soft pink muscles and pearlescent white skin - were scattered up and down the small inlet.

The sight hollowed out what remained of his lucidity.

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It'd explore what the violent and sudden loss of his bond with Arrax would do to him.

For days Lucerys would be trapped on this islet in Shipbreaker Bay. The waters would be too harsh for him to dare to swim (not that that meant much with the distance between him and the mainland), and his only source of water would be the collection of rainwater that pooled in some hollows in the rocks.

He'd manage to create a small fire from some sun-dried wood that washed up, but when the hunger kicked in and the shaking got too much for him to try to hunt fish - he'd have one thing to eat.

The idea would disgust him, horrify him - a desecration and a last betrayal towards his friend. But hunger's a hard foe to battle, and another part of him would think that even now Arrax was looking after him, protecting him from starvation.

This would be the catalyst, because two days later is when Cannibal came for him.

--- -- --- -- ---

Arrax had been light and warm, their bond crackling merrily like a campfire. Inviting. Mischievous. Young.

Cannibal reminded Lucerys of the jagged mess surrounding the Iron Throne. Cold steel and dangerous. Steeped in a history he would never experience, that he could only see the end result of.

He loomed large in the edges of Lucerys' senses, still as wild and threatening as he had been when he came for him that day.

Their bond was nothing like his and Arrax's. There was no love there, no affection - only a keen possessiveness and the rumbling, storm-like understanding that they were the same.

Cannibals. Cutting their teeth on the flesh of other dragons.

--- -- --- -- ---

Cannibal would fly Lucerys back to Dragonstone - their return a mix of terror and jubilation.

Jubilation, because the son they feared dead had come back to them.

Terror, because not all of him returned on the back of the largest, most infamous wild dragon.

A light in Lucerys had gone out, the last dregs of his innocence died in Vhagar's jaws, and it would be obvious to everyone that looked at him.

He would be sharper, darker and more aggressive as his bond with Cannibal settled and their ferocity fed on each other's; and he would be aflame with the need to avenge his first, gentler dragon.

Rhaenyra would be concerned, dreading what these changes meant; but Daemon would be the one to turn the endless rage into a weapon.

--- -- --- -- ---

Daemon's hand curled around the base of his neck, the weight familiar and firm and warm. Lucerys allowed his step-father to tilt his head, a thumb pressing against the hinge of his jaw, and he met those purple eyes without fear.

"Alright?" the man asked, whisper soft and painfully gentle despite the violence evident in the lines of his face.

Lucerys paused, blinking heavily, and exhaled with bitter honesty. "No," he answered.

Daemon smiled at him, a small quirk of his lips filled with fatherly fondness. "You will be," he promised, tugging Lucerys in until his forehead rested against the man's chest.

--- -- --- -- ---

Eventually, news would break that Lucerys survived and now rode Cannibal.

And Aemond, who no longer had kinslayer hanging over his head, the word whispered at his back like a dagger sinking into his soft flank, would be torn between relief, guilt and the same niggling want that had dogged his steps every day for the last ten years.

#anonymous #HOTD #ruination AU #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #i just want dark and slightly feral lucerys that bonds with cannibal and immediately makes it everyones problem #his eventual reunion and clash with aemond would be so packed with drama omg #tw: symbolic cannibalism #in that lucerys eats a bit of his dragon and *not* a human #but theyre targaryens so it might as well be

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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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All over again *Smut*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Y/n had been busy the whole day doing her duties that become a part of her life when she married you a few years ago, now softly sighing before letting out a hum as she leaned back into the hot bath closing her eyes as she enjoyed her and felt relaxed before biting down on her lower lip as her hands and fingertips started roaming all over her body since you weren't around to tell her what to do since you had become more of a dom and often called the shots in the bedroom. His eyes narrowed at what you were doing, and he felt something stir inside of himself. He didn't like the idea of you doing something to yourself, but he also couldn't stop you since it was interesting to see what you were gonna do next. So he sat, watching in silence, his mind telling him to do something, he continued to watch you as your hands roamed over your body, feeling the warm water run over you and watching your every movement. Before long he spoke, "Darling... Are you enjoying touching yourself?" He chuckled softly. He had seen you many times naked before but you looked so different now. He has not been able to get enough of you since you married. He watched you a while before sighing and sliding closer to you. Moving his arm out he wrapped it around your waist and started leaning forward. he was close enough that he could whisper, and said, "Do you know that your beauty makes me weak?"

The sound of his voice sent shivers across your back. He tilted up just your head, not wanting this moment to be over, but still wanting an answer. With a smile on your face, you looked at him with affection and whispered "It is my intention to weaken you", you smiled at him gently and press your forehead lightly against his acting as if you were doing nothing wrong while you slowly leaned into him and whispered back to him in a very sultry voice. “Do you know that your charm has turned me into a needy, needy woman?" A light shade of blush creeps up your face when you hear what he asked. You moved forward and let him pull you closer to his body. You placed both hands against his face and stared at him with a longing look. “Then let me make you fall for me all over again” You whispered, placing your lips on his. Your lips were warm against his. You slid your hands up his waist and into his hair. You pulled him closer. You wanted every bit of him that you could have. He let his lips linger on yours for a moment before he pulled away slightly so he could whisper into your ear. "It's too late for that, sweetheart. I'm addicted to you." He bit into your ear playfully "But go ahead, see if you can make me fall even harder" His words were cut off by your kiss as he sighed in delight. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair and holding you tightly so that neither of you would go anywhere. A soft moan escaped your mouth as your tongues explored each other. He slid one of his hands down your back while the other was holding you close to him. As you parted he had a grin on his face and his eyes were sparkling with mirth. Slowly leaning into you and pressing his forehead against yours he whispered, "That wasn't so hard was it, my love?"

Your body began to feel heated knowing if your skin would allow it you would be soft flush of red, and you felt your heart start to race. You leaned in, allowing your lips to meet his once more. You pressed your body against him and felt it respond. You had tried not to think about it, but there was the undeniable fact. Your body was craving his. And that was a sensation you could not deny. You closed your eyes, allowing your lips to fall to his once more and kissed him passionately. It felt like no time at all had gone by when you felt his hand slide down your back only to land a quick and swift spank, which sent shivers up your spine, your lips parted again, and you were left gasping for air. Your fingers ran up and down his body, your nails digging into his neck holding him close as you looked into each other's eyes seeing them dark with desire, pulling you back towards him. Your bodies met, and he let out a soft groan he could never hide. When you looked at him with half closed eyes, trying to regain your breath. "Gods, I hope so." You murmured softly, a sweet smirk on your face. "But, darling... I have a few things in mind, that could drive you even further." You whispered seductively.

His eyes widened with excitement when you held him close as your nails started to dig into his neck. Your bodies pressed up against each other as though you were glued together. His breath hitched as you said those words and your smirk made his heart flutter "Oh?" He asked. His voice was no more than a croak after your kiss. He smiled at you as you slowly started to regain your breath and whispered, "I think that sounds like something I'd be very interested in experiencing." Your eyes widened when his began to explore your body again, but was not without your own ideas "Oh I have a couple ideas as well", you managed to say as he leaned down to start kissing your neck. He softly bit your ear and whispered in your ear, "Such as, I'm afraid I'm going to ravage you."

Your eyes widened as his lips traveled over your body, and his whispers made your heart thumped wildly against your chest "Ravaging sounds like an excellent idea to me." You murmured. A devilish smirk was drawn on your face as you caressed his face, then down to his neck once more. Your tongue danced on his skin, slowly dragging on his neck. The sounds of his light groans, and ragged breath only fueled your desire. The soft touch of his lips on your neck sends shivers down your spine. Your hands went crazy in his platinum hair, you couldn't help but moan loudly. His every movement sent your blood boiling, and your mouth went dry "Ravage away... My love." You breathed out as the fire in you was slowly raging.

Moaning with every move that he made even as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his body against yours. You each made soft noises, a soundtrack for your passion; the noises of two people coming as close to heaven as they could. He was becoming lost in the moment, enjoying how your touch made his heart flutter as excitement coursed through his veins and his breathing growing heavier he started to nibble on your neck leaving marks like always as he claimed you all over again and whispered softly in your ear, "I never thought that the Dragon would be conquered. My love you have conquered me." Your heart was racing in anticipation of what he would do next. You moved your fingers through his hair as he danced his tongue along your neck. He groaned as your hands went crazy with his hair. Your breathing turned into quick shallow exhales as you tried to calm yourself down. Knowing it would do nothing but fail you when he whispered to you, "I hope you don't mind being tied up? I have a few...plans."

He chuckled at your reaction as you moaned under his touch. "Tied up... I like that idea, my love." Another moan escaped your lips as he leaned into your neck again, your hair falling in front of your eyes. You breathed in the scent of him, unable to take your eyes off him for a moment. You seemed to bring him back to life, like a strong wind that made your heart burn. His words made your mind race too, knowing what he was preparing for. Your body tensed in anticipation. You felt his excitement and leaned in to kiss him again. Your head was spinning as you were almost breathless again right now. His teeth grazed your lips as he pulled back and looked at you. Then, he kissed you deeply and passionately once more. The sensations were making you weak, "You are a truly remarkable woman, my lovely wife. I wonder if you know what I have set for you..." He whispered with a grin as he ran his fingers through your hair he brought up one of his hands to wrap his fingers in your hair and pull your head back roughly. That way you were looking him in the eyes as he continued to speak. What he had in mind was something he knew you'd love. He let your hair go and moved down your body, stopping only to kiss you here and there. He eventually arrived at your legs and he licked his lips at the sight of you. "I think I know where I need to start."

"Where, darling?" You whispered with a soft yet curious voice. You could feel your heart beating faster, and your skin was on fire. Your voice was hoarse when you spoke, your eyes looking at him for a sign that showed how far you were willing to go, "Please, show me." You gasped as he kissed his way down your body, your hands going to his hair and holding him near. The sweet breath of yours, escaped between your lips and you tried to catch your breath. He knew what to say and how to make you feel like a woman loved. Your body shivered and your eyes widened as he started to move down slowly at first, but the anticipation made you beg for more in a whisper, "Oh yes. There." You were eager and his touches made you bite your lips, in an effort to try and keep the noise down knowing it wouldn't last long. "Your legs seem like good starters." He kissed each of your thighs and ran his fingers along them in a gentle and soft caress. His lips then moved down towards you, as he slowly brushed his lips against your lower lips teasing you before anything else, enjoying every sound you made. He made sure to lick his lips as he did so, Your soft and curious voice was enough to make him forget about the bath around you both. "You really want this don't you, my sweet wife?" He asked, stopping to look at you, giving you the chance to answer even if he knew the answer he still wanted to hear you say it. His ears picked up the noises you were making. He chuckled as he stopped at that spot and licked your pussy slowly. His tongue moved tenderly until he felt like he couldn't get enough of your sweet taste, and his fingers went behind your thighs to help hold you in place and keep your legs open. His eyes looked at you eagerly "You're adorable when you're impatient. My love, I want to taste you. I want to hear you scream." His voice was husky and his words were slow.

You whimper at his words and the motions he was making with his tongue as it entered you. They made your blood boil. "Let it be known that you are killing me..." You growl as you let your head fall back in pleasure. Your eyes were glued to him taking in how the rough prince willingly pleased you first as if he couldn't get enough. He looked like a starving animal who hasn't eaten in ages, your cunt being the food, that he desired the most. His every move was making you want him in ways you haven't wanted a person before. His fingers dug into your body, craving more of you. Your heart was racing and your breathing was shaking, as you closed your eyes for a brief moment. "Oh sweet love." He gasped at your words. "The moment you taste me, I will be yours completely." He lifted up your hips, so he could reach you better and deeper. You were too eager after all those words. Your body trembled as his lips moved along your lower lips slowly. A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers held you in place not allowing you to move or even buck against his mouth. You looked at him with pleading eyes, your breath starting to go even more heavy. "Oh, please... my love." Not waiting anymore, that feeling of heat inside of you was growing more and more until you simply cried, "Please, I can't wait anymore."

Your words and the sounds that escaped you sent his heart racing, almost out of control. He licked your lower lips again and started to slowly explore you as his eyes closed letting the taste of you fill his senses. His tongue moved slowly along your skin. he moved his hands to your ass and held you in place, "That's it, my sweet. Beg for me." He kept exploring and tasting you ever so slowly. "Oh my sweet wife" He let out a small groan. You tasted like nothing he had ever known. He moved his hands to your hips and started to pull you down against his mouth, his tongue moving along with you keeping a steady movement. His words were low and husky and so was his breathing. He moved his hands and cupped your breasts, lightly squeezing you before he roughly pinched and pulled on your nipples. "You're so eager for me and I'm enjoying every bit of it. You do realize that right?" He said with a smile on his lips. "I intend to claim you more than once tonight."

You could barely think straight, with the way he was touching you no matter how often it happened you never grew tired of it. The anticipation was slowly killing you, feeling your heart pounding in your throat and your breathing getting erratic. You felt his tongue tasting the skin of your pussy, moving along so slowly but leaving a warm and pleasant feeling in your lower belly, and sending new shivers through it, Your moans were music to his ears and only made his need of you bigger, Slow and steady your eyes rolled back. "Yes... Oh Gods." You moaned and pressed yourself more on his tongue as you cried out loudly and closed your eyes tightly, with little shivers following after that.

"Oh, gods... I beg you. I can't wait another second." Your legs felt weak and you let out a loud moan. "I am yours, my love. Take me". You opened your eyes to see him grinning like a devil who knew he was about to get his way, "Oh, yes, I can feel that you are enjoying this... and I'm loving this too". You groaned at his words and took a moment to look at him. The way he was feeling was making you feel it ten times more. His tongue is still moving up and down slowly as his hands gripped onto your breasts. He leaned his face closer to your sweet lower lips "Are you ready for this?" He said in between licks, "Cause I am. Oh you're such a good girl for me." His fingers held you in place as he started to kiss and lick you faster. His teeth lightly nibbled on you, and as that warm, pleasant feeling turned into something hotter than the sun you let out little moans. "Oh yes...yes..." You lifted your head and looked at him pleading for a moment looking deep into his eyes as you begged him to take you. "As you wish." He whispered before moving his mouth back to you pushing his tongue deeply into you moving quickly.

You were beyond words at this point. Your body was twitching, your breath heavier than ever, your back arched from pleasure. You couldn't control your movements anymore, your legs twitching even in his tight hold, squirming as he continued to play with you. You moaned loudly, a moan he probably would never hear from you in public or so you thought. Your eyes were closed tightly, your hand pressing on the side of the tub trying to contain the noise. "Oh, YES!" You screamed. He tongue fucked the right spots, and he seemed to know what he was doing. He knew exactly how to set your world on fire. You pulled your legs apart as far as possible, and let him do his thing, with your hands grabbing his arms, trying to hold yourself together. You were beyond excited and ready for more, Another loud moan left your lips as you gave him a look and whispered your words "Take me, now." Your body trembled under his touch, but you were ready. You felt your legs shake, and you were losing yourself by the second.

It pleased him so to hear you scream his name. He let his tongue move along your pussy before he started sucking your clit and he groaned just by the sounds you were making. His fingers went down to your legs and gently held you in place. When you begged him to take you, you nearly made him burst right there. But he kept control. There was a hunger in him to devour you. He took his tongue out moving up and gave you a quick kiss on your lips before sliding his cock in. "You look so beautiful." He whispered to you as he continued to please you. The soft touch of his fingers on your legs pushed you closer to the edge. The heat between your legs felt like it would burn right through you any second. You moaned loudly in ecstasy, your body begging for more. "Don't stop, my love." You murmured before taking a deep breath and moaning again. You knew what you were begging for, and you were ready to accept it all.

He didn’t stop. He knew what he was doing as he kept it going. Every sound you made drove him crazy, and with everything he was doing to you his breath was heavy and his heart was pumping fast. That was his body saying not to stop, and he was listening to the words it was communicating to him. As his pace quickened so did the sounds you made. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears and for a moment they were all he could hear. Your voice trembled with each syllable. "I... don't care. I can't be stopped now. I feel like I'm losing myself. You feel so good!" You cried out as if feeling guilty for already being so close. "I'm close... My love."

He was getting close, but that wasn't stopping him from turning you into a pile of mush first. "You're going to have to wait a little longer, my sweet." He whispered. He took his time but he was getting even more excited at your response to his touch. Every moan you made was louder each second, as if he was driving you towards insanity. The pressure on your legs was tight, and you were unable to move. "Don't you dare slow down! Please, I'm close. Make me go crazy." "Then go ahead and go crazy." He whispered back as he picked up the pace and went even faster. His hands squeezed your legs harder and his fingers dug into your thighs. "Feel. It. All."

"Yes! Y-Yes! My love! Oh, gods!" You were screaming his name and the touch he was giving you was all you could've wished for. His hands, his tongue... His entire body, made you go crazy, a feeling you never felt before meeting the rouge prince. Your body shivered in pleasure as he continued to torment you by roughly thrusting his hips knowing it would be hard to walk before you finally came around his cock. He grinned at your screams of pleasure as he kept going. The sound was music to his ears. When you finally released he stopped as he came deep inside of you and let his mouth fall onto yours. He was panting and his breath was heavy. "Oh my sweet love. You went so wild. That was wonderful for me, I hope it was for you as well." He kissed you again and pressed himself to you.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #house of the dragon smut #house of the dragon #hotd daemon #hotd #house of the dragon daemon

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