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deformedcat · 22 hours

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the fake princess

pairing: reincarnated male reader x yandere prince oc

fic includes: arranged marriage, cross dressing, reader's death (briefly mentioned), Dom to sub bottom male reader, rough sex, rimming 2x, gruwhdbwb will add more in the morning

note: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! tumblr is rlly messing me up by posting my work earlier whenever i save my draft lol. feel free to read as i write the ending. reader is male! a male!! a certain character will be calling him "lady" for the plot!! i wont spoil much but please keep that in mind ;; this is messy lmao

poor you were just on the way back to your apartment after a barbeque party with your friends— until a drunk man grabbed you from the dark alley way and stabbed you in the stomach and pussied out after he realized what he did.

is this how you die? fuck, he couldve do you a favour by taking you out in one go and not run away?? loser behaviour.

you laid down in your own blood in the dimly lit alley way, your vision slowly getting blurry as your surrounding turns into a blur of colours and into nothing.

before slipping into darkness, you heard a loud voice shouting out your name. its too late, bootlicking shitfuck.

you opened your eyes by the sound of bird chipping, you stared up at the bright blue sky accompanied by someone with dark brown hair and green eyes staring back at you.

"Lady Amador.. it's time to go back to the palace. the prince is looking foward for you during lunch time."

who the fuck is lady amador, and why are they wearing a maid outfit?

sitting up, you take note of the grass underneath you instead of the rough concrete floor from earlier- are you hallucinating to the point youre in this nice garden..? huh, why are you wearing a dress, did a creep kidnapped you and dress you in one of their grandma's dresses?!

panicking, you got up towards the pond and looked into your own reflection. you still looked the same as before, you cant say the same since your hair looked much longer and the light makeup on your face.

lady amador.. prince?? garden.. holy- is that a palace behind you?! whats going on?!

before you could brainstorm any longer, the person from earlier waved their hand in front of you, catching your attention. "lady amador, its time to go. prince sebastian is looking for you."

prince sebastian? sebastian..

slowly, everything clicked to you, did you really reincarnated as one of the characters in the novel "The Villainess's Ultimate Plan!" holy shit.

you touched your face, and then looked into the pond again, that face..

the villainess younger brother?!

the one who disguised as the protagonist.. the one that planned the entire scheme to assassinate the crown prince but end up getting beheaded one day after the wedding night?!

with that information, your vision fade into black once again.

"My lady?!"

jerking awake, you hunched over, clasping a hand against your face. you slowly takes a few deep breathe, you slowly brought your hand away.

you looked to your side, the same person from earlier is standing next to you with a worried expression. not only them, a man with bright gold hair is sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.

prince fucking sebastian. the man that you're supposed to kill during you and the prince's wedding night.

he looked up from his book and walked up to you, you flinched away when he raised his hand, he stopped his action before he promptly caressing your face.

"you, please step out of Lady Penelope's room." he ordered the person (the maid maybe?), and they complied.

there was an awkward silence in the room, he was still holding your face, you looked at the side, scared to hold any eye contact with the man in front of you.

"look at me." he said in a stern voice, like a mom scolding her child.

so you did, afraid of any consequences. (since he was the same man that's willing to destroy the kingdom for your supposed sister.)

he let go of your face before sitting onto the side of the bed, his face is blank,, as if he dont care about you, but the worried tone in his voice said otherwise.

"y/n." you jumped at the name, how did he know your name- wasnt he supposed to call you by your sister's name ?! before you can say amything, he cut you off.

"..i was waiting for you at the dining table, but i got the news of you fainting in the garden right after waking up from your nap."

"..i apologize."

he leans in towards you, settling his hands onto your face once again as if to inspect for any injuries, he lets go once again when he saw no visible injuries.

"i know you prefer to be called lady amador when it comes to appearing as your sister, but a maid was here, and i have to convince people we have a medium love with each other.

especially when our wedding night is two days from now on."

what. the story already started?! no- screw that, how did he know you were pretending to be penelope?!

"how did you know im not lady penelope?" you kissed your teeth, gripping onto the comforter, subtly slapping the prince's hand away when he tried to reach for yours.

"lady penelope had sent a letter to me, personally stating about her plan, and we agreed on one term: i keep you safe and she sends me information of the war, simple.

though, i shall say, youre quite the beauty."

you were about to curse at penelope but your ears becoming warm after he said that, he chuckled before getting up of the bed.

"most married or engaged couples have monthly night together, and ours is two night from now on. we wont do anything sensual, do not worry."

"what-"

"see you tomorrow at lunch, dear." he kissed you on the forehead before walking out of your room.

for the next two days, you learnt the person at the garden is your personal maid, Andrea. apparently she found you laying on the ground at the garden (that sebastian built for you.) after you stated you were gonna take a stroll.

you also met your personal knight, William, Penelope's second love interest but was sadly killed when he defended you during your trail.

the three of you got along well, often seen having conversation near the garden or having tea party together. sebastian watched from his office and smiled at the sight of you chatting with Andrea.

william on the other hand,, have been too close to you for his liking. he nearly ripped an important paper when he saw william wiping off some biscuit crumbs from your face- why is he so touchy? Andrea couldve done that using a napkin.

he broke his pen, the black ink soaked his hand and his paper work. did you like damian better than him? why did you become flustered when the knight spoke about something?

should he get rid of him?

how troublesome.

he remembered when a butler and notify him what happened to you. he nearly tear down the entire palace when you didnt wake up for two hours he almost frown when you flinched and move away from him when he reach out to you. the way you were nervous around him,,

he slowly calmed down, reminding himself that you and his night together is tonight. he sighed, he should finish his work first then meet you tonight.

back in your chamber, Andrea and a few other maids helped you to get ready, even helping you to take a bath. you enjoyed the smell of lavender from the soapy water, an old maid massaged your body when you're just soaking inside the bathtub.

the old lady was kind enough to even offer you a drink as she tells you stories of her youth.

after that and when Andrea deemed you 'clean', began to dress you into a white night gown made with the finest silk, the strap of the grown barely hanging on your shoulder. the maid had explained that you have to wear this because 'the prince gave the gown as a gift.'

was he not shameless when his gift includes a set of lingerie?!

you fidget around with the ring, Andrea styled your hair into a loose braid, making sure you look presentable before leading you to the prince's chamber. you insisted that you walked by yourself, so she went back to the maid headquarter.

walking down the dimly lit hallway, no one is wandering except for a few knight patrolling. you soon arrived in front of his room, knocking a few time to make your presence known "sir sebastian-"

before you could finish, sebastian opened the door and grab you by the waist, dragging you into the room.

he lifts you up and carries you to the spacious bed, he gently laid you down and take a whiff of your scent before mumbled out a "you smells nice.."

you looked at him with wide eyes, he was only wearing a robe- your eyes wonders down and sees his toned body that he had clearly worked on. he noticed you and grinned, taking your hand and putting it on his chest

"like what you see?"

if you could kill him right now you would.

instead, you pushed him down the bed, him lying down on the bed and you on top.

"what if i do?

also.. i will be the one in charge tonight."

you leaned down, opening his robe hastily and take one nipple into your lips.

sebastian nearly flipped you over, but he held himself back. he moaned when you grinned onto his crotch, he lightly tugged your hair, leaning in as if asking for a kiss.

you gave him what he wanted, he softly moaned into the kiss, slowly his hand make its way towards your shorts, pulling it down your ankle before he pulls away from the kiss.

he sat up against the bed frame and settled you on his lap, he took in the sight of you wearing his gift- that he had commissioned for it to fit you, and god.

you are so pretty.

hair messy from the kissing session, the collar of the gown was low enough for him to see the lacey bra, a garter designed with silver lining tightly wrapped around your thigh and the underwear that only covered your erected cock-

he want to eat you up,,

so he did.

Sebastian was known to be a beast in bed as he was known in the battlefield,, was what the novel described him.

Unfortunately they were true to their words, his thrust was harsh and deep, creating impacts thats enough to make you cry out.

so much of being gentle?! he even ripped off your outfit, leaving you naked!

he was nice enough to eat you out earlier, even giving you to opportunity to ride his face.

sebastian continue with this harsh pace, holding one of your leg onto his shoulder while another holds your hand. his apologized multiple times while grunting, saying things likes

"im sorry- ah! youre so tight!"

"mm- if you keep moaning like that- hng! i wont be able to slow down-"

"dear.. mmh.. im sorry.. i'll take care of you later-!" im gonna kill you, you handsome bastard!!

you clung onto him on each thrust, it just feel so-! sebastian suddenly changed the position, pushing you on your knees while holding your arms at the back,

"se-sebasti- ah! wait-! mngh!" he holds your hand behind you back tightly to ground you, the position didnt help at all, you couldnt muffle your moans and his dick reach deeper than it did in the previous position.

he panted, letting go of your arms fearing that your arm is sore. he gave an apologetic kiss on your forehead before continuing .

he grunted when you tighten around him, he tried to sooth you by giving stroking your cock, but that only add to the pleasure as you cried out of overstimulation.

you felt like you were melting.

you had climax into sebastian's hand, fuck- why isnt he stopping-?! you continued to cry out before he stuff his finger with your cum into your mouth, you immediately bit onto his fingers to muffle your moans.

his climax came sooner than you expected, he twitched and came inside. he slowed down his thrust, riding out his climax before pulling out.

you panted, thinking its over,, until sebastian gripped your aas and spread them apart revealing your winking hole, dripping out his children batter.

without hesitation, he dive in as if its his last meal, slurping and eating his own cum. you moaned at this, trying to push him away but he stayed still.

"what are you-"

"round 2? gotta have heirs for the future y'know.." he said with a toothy grin, flipping you over your back and pressing you thigh until your ankle reach your chest.

"ah?!"

the knights guarding outside sebastian's chamber looked at each other then looked down, the two of them had an erection from your moaning- tone it down sometimes!

a/n: not proud with this one, will check and edit it in the morning (its 3.56 am right now) goodnight ^_^

#mayi'swriting—#oc x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #bttm male reader #sub male reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader

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the-moon-files · 4 months

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Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain :)

Part 1 (ur here!) / Part 2 / Part 3

Sun: Gender Neutral! Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: First, Sky, Four, Legend

Comets & Meteors: Content: None Known & Triggers: None Known.

U have a lot of Nicknames: Guide, Hero's Guide, Prince, Princey, Star, (more to be added?).

☆

First (Manga!Link):

Has "too good" of posture lol

It makes his back stiff and by the time he's in his bedroll he's confused about why it feels better, silly silly man

Just in general tenses his muscles too often, so whenever u offer to massage him, he nearly crumbles on the spot

(the others know exactly how amazing ur massages are, and are fully staring at him in jealousy lol)

Gets little rips and tears in his clothing all the time somehow??

Even tho he wont have a scratch acc on him after hours of battle???

mans could be flying around Skyloft with only clouds touching him and come back pouting telling you he ripped his scarf again :'(

Likes to be slightly in front of you most of the time, especially in new places/other Links' Hyrules

It just makes him feel better knowing he's both protecting you, and that you're watching his back

(Most Links feel at their best/most confident when your voice can be heard just over their shoulder, not that they don't love seeing ur face now too)

Sky (Skyward Sword Link):

Is slowly making everyone he knows a collection of wooden figurines

He usually carves when he's bored or stressed

so needless to say this mission of the Shadow (slow going, stressful at times like Twi getting hurt)

Has made him give u an army of little wooden figures (everyone else gets a small collection bc ur the first he gives one to)

Did i say give? Excuse me, i meant:

sneaks them as a little surprise into your belongings or clothing or other personal effects

This started bc after a week or two of him giving you wooden things you tried to reroute him to other ppl,

so Sky just made it his mission to see how many he can sneak instead onto you on any given day lmao

(Also he may or may not have daydreamed abt being able to carve u things and actually physically give them to you on his adventure before, so he's taking advantage of being able to now)

Has luscious hair at all times, little to no effort, Wars is so pissed abt it lol

Mf responded when asked what products he used (by poor Wars too) with, "wym?? With water??? And soap????"

Never ties his boot laces

You will all be gearing up for battle and go to stalk and stealth kill monsters and right before u get up on them u always have to look over at Sky's shoes and whisper at him to tie them

Is the most likely to plant face first into the ground or trip and fall on his ass from shoes untying

He just didnt need to with being in the clouds on his Loftwing all the time back on Skyloft and so he never rlly adapted to that even on the surface lol

He's also just miserable at doing a decent knot so you've taken to teaching him repeatedly how to tie them-

why didnt the knight academy help with this at all actually??

(Wind makes fun of him be hes a sailor and knows like 10+ knots)

Four (Four Swords/Minish Cap Link):

Loses his tools constantly

Well not really "lose" so much as "slightly misplace"

It drives him crazy, the Minish used to help him with it back in his Hyrule so he got out of the habit of putting things back where they belong

You've gotten to the point where you'll glance over wherever he's working so the next time he comes up to u complaining abt a lost hammer or smth u immediately just "should be over by the fire"

And ur right, 99.9% of the time its so funny

Bc Four's all like "wtf ive moved around so much since then i took all the other tools with me- MF. U WERE RIGHT."

Is rlly good at like color matching, comes in handy for new outfits

Also has aches and pains like in his hands and arms mostly

Bc of all the forge work, and absolutely treasures any massages u offer him

Likes to wear matching jewelry with you! Like earrings or piercings or necklaces etc

Also has good taste in jewelry and what looks good on everyone + you

Legend (Link to the Past, Link's Awakening etc):

Unfortunately the type of person to just shove things in his bag willy nilly

Its the horder tendencies, he just has a lot of stuffs so he gave up trying to organize it

Actually really good at styling hair, Legend would absolutely lie abt it if u asked but he can spend as much time on his hair as Warrior

Likes to experiment with new clothes, like skirts or bright colors, esp if they match some of his clothes already

U ran by some makeup one time in another Hyrule and he knew how to use it rlly well??

Lies abt random skills he has, or like thinks skills he already has can translate well,

like he's rode a horse before wym he can't drive Wild's motorcycle??

Or fly a Loftwing???

Well now its a challenge

Tbh most competitive over stupid things randomly out of all the Links besides Wild, Wind, Wars, and occasionally Hyrule + Sky + Time

Got challenged to try and go shield surfing with u once and thought that horse-riding skill would transfer and it did in fact Not.

Actually kinda scared the other Links watching u two spin out and crash ngl, what with doing an accidental backflip? Midair??

but u both were okay somehow???

Also weirdly lucky, u stg he's got some sort of ring or blessing for that

☆

IT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ITS DONE THIS TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES NOW 😭😭

All the Links WOULD HAVE been here if it werent for fucking tumblr

Ill post more parts soon if anyone is interested

Peace out,

🌙

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aemondsdoll · 6 months

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Serve me | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aemond takes you.

Warnings: HEAVY NON CON, Smut, Oral! F receiving, PIV, literal rape, Aemonds obsessive, Wants her to feel good too but wont openly admit it

Pairings: Aemond x f!reader

AN: been working on this for a bit, not proofread

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Aemond's eyes were always on her, his thick and empty gaze flittered over her bodice with not an ounce of emotion behind those lilac eyes. For someone who no one would remember, Aemond could never forget. Neither would she. She wouldn’t forget the night Aemond had called for her to come to his chambers with a pitcher of wine. She knew he didn’t drink, but she did as he requested.

His eyes flittered over her with a small hum. “Place the pitcher down,” he said, his voice melodic, sending a fearful shiver down her spine. He smirked and adjusted in his seat, enjoying the fear that echoed from her frame in thick waves as she saw his hardness strain his breeches. She approached timidly, leaning over and putting the pitcher on the small table in front of him, eyes meeting his as she stood up straight. His hand moves to the small of her back and drags it over the curve of her ass. His perverted touch increased her fear, unable to control how her body reacted, wetness inching its way out of her, she almost crumpled in embarrassment. His grasp tightened, and he stood within seconds, his tall frame towering over her. Another unnecessary reminder that he held all the power over her.

Her eyes were pleading with him to stop, in the beginning stages of watering as his hand remained on her ass. He picked her up suddenly, perching her weight on his arms as he swiftly reached his freshly made bed, throwing her atop it, her body splayed out for him.

She tried to crawl backward, away from him. But Aemond grabbed her ankle, pulling her back down towards him. “Stop resisting,” He sighs, “It only makes me harder, because I know you want this.” His face doesn’t change, a slight bit of annoyance in his eyes but that being all. His hand trails up her ankle, and she flinches as he reaches the soft flesh of her thighs with only his fingertips. “Don’t move. It’ll make this harder for you.”

He moves his other hand to the other thigh, pulling them both apart after lifting her skirts. He swears in frustration, resorting to ripping the front of the uniform, tearing the rest at the seams until the dress is in two. The harsh fabric of her dress scraped her skin as it ripped, a scream releasing itself from her throat.

She closes her eyes, tears budding down her cheeks as she's left in her thin cotton shift. She thanks the gods that he chose not to rip that off of her too. He is lucky, he thinks he will forget about this in a week, whereas she will have to remember it for the rest of her employment. But, unfortunately, that was not the case for him. After taking her sweet maidenhood, his brain went into hyperfocus. He happened to be near her at all times, a sick pool of desire lingering in his every move.

How could he forget the way his cock intruded on her walls, which were drier than he would’ve liked, but he swore he would change that the next time he takes her. He didn’t originally plan to have this happen again, considering it a lapse of judgement on his part- but he couldn’t let go.

She entered his chambers, head hung as she stood in front of him. He was in his riding gear and he smelt of ash and rain. He pored over her appearance.

“I want you.” He said, and she knew it was nothing short of a demand, he wasn’t asking, and she couldn’t say no. So she decided to stall, in her own little way. “Why me, my prince? You have your pick of the litter.” She speaks, her voice small and not at all defiant. His eyebrows furrowed, he hadn’t heard her speak at all lately.

“I don’t know,” Aemond answered, she had perplexed him, Aemond walked towards her, tugging at her dress, taking the new one off properly, for he knew she couldn’t explain losing yet another one.

She stands stiffly, letting him do as he pleases. He fondles her tits through her shift, thumb brushing over her nipple sluggishly, much to her shock. She flinched, gooseflesh rising and nipple hardening. He hadn’t noticed how responsive she could be the first time, another mistake he had foolishly made while in search of pleasure.

He laughs sardonically. “Would you like to tell me what feels good? Or would you prefer me to fuck you unprepared like the first?” Aemond says, not meeting her eyes.

“I like it when you’re gentle with where I am sensitive, my prince.” She babbles, knowing she didn’t have much of a choice. “Good servant.” He hummed and touched her nipples once more before guiding her to the bed, his large hand encasing her wrist, a subtle reminder that this was not voluntary.

He shoves her onto the bed, his hand slipping her shift off of her body, and discarding it. Aemond lets his hands wander over her stomach, which is thin, and malnourished. He didn’t like that, he preferred his women well-fed, but he also preferred her.

His fingers deftly wandered over her cunt, and she yelps. “That feels good, my prince.” He snickers, “I am not dumb, I know a woman likes her cunny touched.” He mocks her, and her face turns hot with embarrassment, his finger circling her clit. She finds pleasure from it, but little. He leans forward, meeting it with his tongue and circling the nerves. She takes in a sharp breath, he feels her pussy twitch but does not think strangely of it. It felt so good for her, but she wouldn’t dare express it, his finger ghosting around her hole, feeling her wetness.

He chuckles, “You seem to enjoy being assaulted.” He says his thoughts, before spitting on her vagina, and unbuckling his breeches, she bites her lip, her nerves skyrocketing. His cock springs out, standing at the edge of the bed he thrusts into her with little to no care, hunching over her splayed-out body as his cock is sheathed within her warm heat, this time it's wettened. Her face is scrunched with pain, and she breathes through it until her body relaxes under his. He begins to pound into her relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure. “Stupid fucking whore.” He exclaims, “Getting fucked by your prince hm? Tell me who fucking you.” He rambles, as her body bounces with the force of his thrusts, her tits moving in a way that looked painful.

“Prince Aemond!” She yelps, her cunt quickly becoming sensitive, and gasps of newfound pleasure came through, making the pain of his assault become less prevalent. He grunts, his thrusts slowing and becoming more thick and savoury. Tears bud at her eyes, the pleasure mixed with the pain becoming too much for her.

Seeing her tears, his thrusts only became harder. “Cry for your prince.” He whispers, his thrusts becoming faster, his balls slapping against her ass as tears stream down her face. The more she cries, the harder he goes. “Fuck!” He calls out, spilling into her red and leaky cunt, pulling out with ease. Her body goes limp, and she's heaving for breath. Her face is red and tear-streaked.

He puts her dress and shift on the bed next to her. “When you recover, prepare me a bath, I do not think I am ready to let you go.” His voice was breathy, a hand running through his silver hair. “I will warn you, I do not think I will let you go.”

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apomaro-mellow · 7 months

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Mafia Part 1

For the occasion, Eddie was given one of his dad's old suits. It didn't quite fit as well but it would have to do for now. He tied his hair up in a bun and put a hat on top of it. Wayne was dressed similarly and it was like this that they entered the Marini home. Eddie couldn't remember the entire reason everyone was gathering. Could've been a birthday party for all he knew. But being in the main house meant good drinks and a chance to rub elbows with the folks up top. Which obviously meant more money.

Wayne finally let the leash off to go and talk with some of the older guys and Eddie got to go off on his own. He sat with Tonio, a man shorter than him despite being ten years older and Swirly, who looked like a breeze could knock him over.

"Why do they call you Swirly?", Eddie asked.

"'Cause when I stab guys I like to flick my blade around. It's my own personal touch."

"'Personal touch'", Tonio laughed. "You're just a classic narcissist."

"It's art."

"It's ghoulish."

"You wanna talk narcissism...", Swirly trailed off as he took a sip of his drink.

Tonio whistled like a rock falling down a well. He must know who Swirly was talking about.

"Who?", Eddie asked, preferring to stay in the loop.

"The little prince", Tonio sneered.

"Steve Harrington. The boss' son", Swirly provided a better answer.

"Harrington, huh?", Eddie said, just meaning to get a feel for the name but the others must have thought he was asking another question.

"The last boss had a daughter, just an absolute peach of a dame", Tonio said. "But she went and fell for this outsider, Harrington."

"He'd done some deals with us, but he wasn't family", Swirly said. "Until he married into it."

Eddie nodded, getting the picture. "So Steve Harrington should've been Steve Marini?"

"He could've been Giuseppe Alessandro Italiano-Magnifico. Won't change him", Toni nearly snarled, starting to spoil the air with a bitter scent before reining himself in. Eddie was eager to find out how someone so high on this world's food chain had earned the disdain of one of his underlings.

Eddie moved around a bit. Tonio and Swirly were basically footmen. Always in the streets, rarely in the room where the big decisions were made. Eventually Eddie came to a circle of young men closer to his age. Young bucks who were also looking to rise up. Some of them were already related by blood, cousins and nephews. Others were like Eddie, boys down on their luck, doing little jobs here and there for the money. But when you gave to the family, there was always the chance that you could be brought into the fold.

You could be sponsored.

Eddie had heard of it. Heard it could be a grueling process depending on who was vouching for you and for what. Wayne had been sponsored a few years ago. It had been an odd time when he didn't see his uncle as much as he'd been used to. But by the end of it, Wayne was able to invoke the Marini name if need be.

It was power. It was respect. It was everything Eddie wanted. They were seated at a table outside in the backyard where they could be louder. As they were wont to do. Sometimes the conversation switched to Italian, which left Eddie in the dark, but before too long it was back to a tongue he knew.

They started talking about what they'd do to be sponsored and then it turned to what they wouldn't do.

"What if they ask you to be celibate?"

"They're not gonna ask that."

"I heard they made a guy cut off his knot."

"Get outta here!"

"Nah, it wasn't just the knot, it was his balls too."

"They don't want eunuchs!"

"An alpha's only good for his knot anyway."

"What's a beta good for then?"

"Fuck if I know."

That caused both raucous laughter and jeers from the betas in the crowed. And just because Eddie had to be a pot stirrer, he spoke up.

"What about omegas?", he smirked.

"They got holes, don't they?", one alpha said.

"Everybody needs a warm body", a beta answered.

"If they're the right omega they can set you on easy street", another alpha, answered. He'd introduced himself as Tommy. Hagan, not to be confused with Tommy Corns who got caught holding up a pharmacy last year.

"The 'right omega' meaning your omega?", another guy piped up.

"He ain't Tommy's yet. He's still gotta woo him", a different one cackled.

"Aww, you sweet on someone Tommy-boy?", Eddie jabbed.

"I'm not sweet on anyone. Just got my target locked."

"On?", Eddie pressed.

"Who else but the best? Pretty soon, you'll all be calling me 'boss'", Tommy looked so sure of himself.

Ah, so he was after the cream of the crop. Eddie wondered how many of these guys were after Steve. Probably not many if Tommy was openly gunning for him.

Wayne found him and put an arm around his shoulders as he brought him back into the house. "There's someone I want you to meet. Mind yourself and don't get any ideas."

“What? Me? Ideas?”, he grinned cheekily.

“I mean it. We’re here to do our jobs and keep our heads down.”

Wayne brought him before a man in his late forties, thick, dark hair, graying around the edges. Next to him was a young man. Both were dressed in perfectly tailored suits. For a second, Eddie thought that he was being brought before a fellow associate. But he quickly realized these two were far above that. Especially with the way Wayne deferred to them.

Eddie was so caught by a scent that he almost missed what was happening. Lavendar and pine, wafting around him in a way that reminded him of freshly laundered linens.

It was during introductions that he realized. This was the omega everyone was talking about. Steve Harrington.

And he was looking at Eddie like he was a stray dog.

Steve looked him up and down. “You’re the Munson boy?”

“Sweetheart, I think I’ve got a few years on you to be called ‘boy’.” Eddie hissed when that remark earned him a pop on the head from Wayne.

“Please forgive my nephew. He’s not around polite company often.”

“If he’s yours Wayne, I’m not worried”, Harrington Sr. said. “I know in time he’ll prove himself to be loyal and a worthy addition to the business.”

While the older men talked, Eddie’s eyes were glued to Steve’s, who in turn hadn’t looked away from him yet. There was something behind those eyes and Eddie wanted to find out what it was. Eddie knew what it was like when people looked down at you. Steve was doing that, sure, but it was more than that.

It was almost like he expected something to happen. If Eddie were more bold, he would have made another comment. But he wouldn't dare do so in front of such a powerful man. Steve's father, James, could have had him killed with just an order. He wasn't about to antagonize his only shot at a not-shit life.

Eddie would have done so if he could've gotten to Steve one-on-one. But after that little meet and greet, Eddie was taken to talk to other men. And every glimpse of Steve he got, he was glued to his father's side.

Little prince indeed.

Part 3

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Mavs Kinktober

Dark! Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen! Reader

“You look good with my hand around your throat.”

Warnings: This is a Dark! story, so 18+ only. Noncon. Incest (Uncle/Niece.) Age gap. Pervy Daemon. Creepy men. Forced touching. Grouping. Unwanted touching. Manipulation. Choking. Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it.) Damaging someone’s reputation (On purpose.) Talks of forced marriage.

AN: 3rd time posting because it just wont show up in the tags :/ Anyway stay tuned for more Daemon and the rest of my kinktober stories!

Word Count: 3,838

It’s tiering sometimes being a princess. Of course, you try not to complain, not wanting to burden anyone with your selfish thoughts, you definitely don't have it as your sister Rhaenyra, the heir to the iron thrown, but it’s still tiering. Having to constantly be regal and poised, having to converse with people that want nothing more than to use you to up their own status in court, having to entertain the hoards of Lords that want to marry you, only for power and your body.

Rhaenyra and you have always been close, only 2 years between the two of you, and you know far more Lords tried to gain her favor than you, but usually, when they would strike out with her, most of them would crawl to your side and try for the other princess.

Despite your closeness, you are very different. The main one being you’ve never understood the whispers of the dragons rage, not having experienced it like the rest of your blood, but watching your sister next to you, you only hoped you never would.

Your sisters rage only seemed to intensify when her betrothal to your cousin, Laenor, was announced by king father. She stormed out of the council meeting and you swear you could see actual smoke coming off of her. She protested, loudly, screamed and cried at your father. She didn't want to marry him, the only man she wanted to marry was the prince of the city, your uncle, Deamon Targaryen.

Rhaenyra had always sort of been infatuated with him. You could understand why, he was handsome, had that adventurous spirit your sister also carried, and was not a poised member of the court, something your sister loathed of all her other suitors.

She seemed to always over looked how controlling Daemon seemed to be. How dark his gaze was, the demons within his eyes always sending shivers down your spine when his purple orbs connected with yours.

Unlike your sister, you always tried to avoid him, which also always seemed to be hard task. Where you were, Daemon seemed to follow. If you were in the gardens, enjoying a nice walk, he would soon appear by your side, offering you his arm and taking the walk with you, no matter how much you protested wanting to be alone. If you were in the library, reading a book in the quiet, he seemed to know, seeking you out and ruining the silence with his deep voice.

Daemon just aways seemed to rub you the wrong way, his lingering eyes, his far too sweet touch. The rumors about him didn't help. The stories of his anger, his temper, only heightened your fear. You never understood Rhaenyra’s true fascination.

If you’re going to be wed to a Lord, you hope it will be someone kind, someone you can for a friendship with. Your sister did not seem to have the same sentiment.

Sadly, your sister did not get her wish. Your uncle, who's wife died a 4 moon turns ago, declined the offer to marry your sister, something that shocked everyone, aside from your father however, who seemed highly pleased with his answer.

If you were brave enough, you would have questioned him about why he would do such a thing, but instead, you gently excused yourself to follow your sister out, allowing her to cry on your shoulder while you tried consoling her heartbreak.

Two moon turns later, your sister, still forlorn, was dressed to the nines for her wedding. You complimented her dress and hair, trying to get a smile on her face, but her mood did not rise. Not while getting ready, not at the ceremony, and not even at the celebration feast afterwards.

You watched her most of the night from where you sat at the head table, her gaze locked on your uncle, who seemed keen on ignoring her completely. Calling out her name when she seemed to have enough of the festivities in her honor, you chose not to follow as she left the hall, instead sending a sympathetic smile to Laenor as he followed his now wife.

With your sister and her new husband gone, definitely not enjoying their marital bed, you are left alone, without a shield from the Lords visiting, and with Rhaenyra officially off the market, it will only be that more exhausting to try and fend them off.

Which is how you ended up here, trying to discreetly get out of a conversation with Lord Jason Lannister, the absolute bane of your existence. He is an egotistical man, but then again, most of them are. Lord Lannister just seems to always know how to trap you in conversation with him for far too long.

Just as you are trying, again, to excuse yourself, a voice from behind you seems to do it for you, “Lord Lannister, would you mind giving me a moment with my dear niece.” It was phrased as a question, but everyone knew it wasn’t one. Prince Daemon doesn't ask questions, only gives orders. You don’t hear what Lord Lannister says to him, turning around to face your uncle. He’s closer than you thought, or is appropriate, but that also doesn't surprise you.

Daemon is anything but appropriate.

“Uncle.” You greet, your voice coming out as more of a whisper when his purple gaze meets yours. This is the closest you've been to him since he returned to the castle, having been away for awhile. You've been successful in avoiding him, having your hand in a lot of the preparations for your sisters wedding, trying to make sure that despite her not wanting it, it would still be a day fit for the future queen.

Daemon returns your greeting with your name falling from his lips, almost in a mocking whisper to match yours. You take in his appearance. His pink lips painted with a smirk, his white hair now cut short and pushed back, a few stray strands falling in front. He is handsome, something everyone has always known, even you.

Just as you took him in, Daemon seems to have taken you in as well. His eyes, dark and enticing, trailing up and down your body, with a deep hunger, his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his hand reaching out to curl a strand of your hair behind your ear, his warm, callused hand resting a few moments longer on your soft skin than is proper, as he speaks your families mother language, “Ao jurnegon gevie, riñītsos.” Your heart speeds up a little at his words, You look beautiful, little girl, But he doesn't stop there, “Se olvie gevie riña isse se dārion.” The most beautiful girl in the kingdom.

You clear your throat, briefly blinking away from his stare before gaining the courage to look back at him, “I think that is insensitive to say, considering this is the future queens wedding.”

“And yet,” Daemon smirks, stepping closer to you, “It doesn't stop it from being true.”

When you were younger, you, like your sister, admired your uncle. He was always fun to be around, entertaining you with stories of his life, taking you on a ride with Caraxes before you were allowed to ride your own dragon, giving you gifts from his many travels all around. It wasn’t until you grew into womanhood when you started to drift away, being taught by your Septa after your first bleed that some men are not good men, even if they are good around you. You learned how to properly read people, how to know which rumors are true and which are not, and that is how you learned that your uncle, has never been who you thought he was.

Daemon Targaryen is a Dragon, through and through.

“It seems the feast has tired me out more than I believed, surely I should retire.” You find yourself trying to excuse yourself from the man, much like you do with the other men of the court that give off the warning bells in your head, “Sȳz bantis, kepus.” Goodnight, uncle.

Though, your escape is in vain, “I shall escort you to your chambers then.” Daemon offers you his arm. You open your mouth to protest, stating your guard can escort you, only for Daemon to intervene, “Who better to protect you than your warrior uncle, dear niece?” You didn't have an answer for that, making you be on a quiet walk down the halls of the castle, your uncle by your side. The walk to your chambers seemed longer tonight, a small chill in the air as you move, and you think your uncle is walking slower than normal to prolong the journey. A thought you let leave your mind the moment it enters, Why would he do that? It’s not like you’re even conversing.

Reaching your doors, you are surprised to see the entry way empty of a guards presence, making your frown. There is always a guard in front of your chambers, your father all but demanding it, over protective, especially after your mother died and your sisters adventurous ways.

“It would be very reckless of me to leave you unguarded.” Your uncle voices, drawing you back from the wandering thoughts of where your guard could be.

You send a small, forced smile up at him, “I am sure I will be fine until they return.” “Then I will stay until then.” Daemon responds, and you should have known he always gets what he wants. With a sigh, you walk into your chambers, only for your uncle to follow you in as well, you turn to face him, “Uncle?” “You don’t expect the Prince to wait outside, do you, dear niece?” He questioned sarcastically, walking past you and further into the room, over towards your fireplace, making himself comfortable on the couch in front of it.

“What if someone sees you leave my chambers?” You don't want people getting any sort of ideas to spread rumors and tarnish your reputation.

Daemon quells your worries with a hearty laugh, “Is it a crime to want to spend time with my niece, who I have missed dearly on my travels?”

When you didn't move from your stunned spot by the door, he turns his head to you, brow raised, “Kessa ao daor join aōha kepa, gevie riña?” Will you not join your uncle, pretty girl?

You feel yourself flustered from his outward flirting, not used to such blatant compliments. Sure, you get the occasional one, but most are worried of being inappropriate and taken wrong, offending you, a princess, but obviously the city prince is not worried about such things.

“You enjoy reading, don’t you?” Daemon gestures to your stacks of books among the wall when you sit on the couch with him, keeping a good distance between the both of you. His question is not one you expected, but it leads you into a nice conversation with him about the things you've learned, making you relax the longer you are in his presence, not even noticing Daemon nearing you as the conversation goes on.

It’s not until he interrupts one of your retellings of Dragon History: Targaryen Riders, that you see how close you've gotten. Your shoulder brushing his, making you falter and tense up, “Your dress is very lovely.” His eyes are scrutinizing as he studies the layers of red and gold cloth adorning you. “Thank you,” You falter, not knowing if he actually means it, it’s always hard to tell with him. If he’s mocking you or being serious. 9 times out of 10 it’s the former, “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mmm.” Daemon hums, eyes slowly moving from up to your eyes, “I can see why. Though, I am sure the corset is dreadful to wear for so long.” You laugh lightly, he’s not wrong, “I have had plenty of practice.”

“Well, in the comfort of your own chambers, I am sure you can enjoy being out of the confines of such a foundation.”

His suggestion catches you off guard, making your eyes widen. Surely he knows how improper his insinuation is, even, and especially being, behind closed doors. But judging by how his eyes are glued to your covered chest, moving up and down more rapidly with every passing minute by the bubbling anxiety in your veins, he is completely aware. Your mouth goes dry, as you feel his warm hand gently caressing your skin, up your arm, over your clothed shoulder, to your back, where the laces of your corset sit.

“Daemon—“ You start, only to gasp as he skillfully undoes them. It shouldn't surprise you, you suppose, you’ve heard all of the rumors of him, he probably has plenty of experience with untying a woman’s corset.

“Just trying to get you more comfortable.” Daemon remarks, as if this is a normal situation. Granted, it is for him.

He doesn't give you time to reject, using both of his hands to unlace your corset, and the top of your skirt, forcing you to throw both of your hands up to hold your top in place, keeping your dignity, or whats left of it now.

“Stand up.” Daemon demands, making you shake your head, his voice growing more impatient, “Stand up.”

You do as your told, afraid of the repercussions if he were to be angered further, swallowing thickly as he uses his hands on your waist to turn you to face him, your skirt lowering slightly from you standing, being pushed down more and falling to your knees. You hear him hum as he grabs your wrists, forcing them down with tight grips, and making your corset fall the same way.

You feel embarrassed, not being able to look the prince in the eyes as he takes in your body lustfully. Your not bare to him, thankfully, but the small slip you wear under your dresses to keep from the laces rubbing your skin raw is as thin as one of your sleep dresses. Still, you’ve never been this exposed to a man. It’s indecent, and if someone were to know, were to find out, your character would be seriously tarnished. Ruined.

“Iā drēje jurnegon.” Daemon says, one of his hands letting go of your wrist to reach out to the slip, rubbing the silk between his fingers. A true sight.

You gasp as he pulls you forward closer to him, between his spread knees. You try to remain standing, but with another harsh pull, you fall on his lap, “Iā jaesa, drējī.” A Goddess, truly.

“Daemon—” You try to move off of his lap, his tight grip on your hips making you stay in place with a wince, a warning given no doubt.

“Let me enjoy the beauty in front of me.” He orders, his hands roaming your body. You jolt in shock as one of his thumbs rubs over your breast, your nipple hardening as he does it again. You feel tears pricing your eyes, but don’t try to pull away again, the bruises forming already from his angry hands keeping you complacent. “You have grown into such a beautiful lady over the years, forced me to watch you from afar. Teased me for too long.” A whimper leaves your lips and the first of the tears falls from your eyes when you feel the softest of caresses from Daemon’s lips touch your neck. The sound seemed to have broke any resolve he was holding back, if there was any to begin with, and your world spins as he flips you onto your back, him above you, making a home between your legs. The darkness in his eyes has you terrified as he looks down at you, but your reputation has you pleading with him, “Please uncle, Daemon— stop this.”

“Such a sweet voice,” He ignores your words, “Such a sweet girl.” He reconnects his lips to your neck, much harsher than the caress from earlier, “You taste just as sweet.”

You use your hands to push on his shoulders, but he drops all of his weight onto you, making your effort futile. You have no doubt that he is sucking and biting marks onto your neck, marks that you wont be able to hide or conceal, marks that will have rumors about your innocence roaming the halls of every castle in the seven realms.

“Stop.” You try again, but with the crack in your voice, sniffle of your nose, it is so pathetic.

Daemon listens to you however, tearing his lips from your neck to glare down at your face, moving one of his roaming hands to your throat, squeezing tightly, “You do not give me orders.” The sneer of his lips you've seen before, something he gives to his enemies, and somehow, that includes you now.

How you are the foe in this situation, baffles you.

More tears fall from your eyes as you wrap your hands around his wrist, trying and failing to pry it from your throat. His eyes zero in on his hand, contracting around your neck more, cutting off your airway completely. The sneer turns into a smug smirk, the glint in his eyes growing darker if possible, “You look good with my hand around your throat.” He draws his face closer, forcing a kiss upon your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, as he huskily says between them, “You were made to wear my hand. Made for me to use.”

He removes his hand, having you draw in gasps of air, not realizing the tearing sound you hear is your slip until you feel Daemon’s tongue on your exposed breasts.

His sucking and biting borders on painful, but it doesn't stop the sounds from falling from your mouth, embarrassingly loud. The groan that follows from Daemon is sinful, as is the shock you receive when he grounds his hips into yours.

“Lvestragī nyke rȳbagon aōha dōna sounds arlī, ñuha jorrāelagon.” Daemon demands, Let me hear your sweet sounds again, my love, Grounding his hips against yours over and over, pulling the sounds from you, no matter how hard you try to hid them.

You whimper when he finally pulls away, out of relief or distress you aren't sure, but Daemon doesn’t completely get off you, instead undoing his trousers and pulling his cock free, you start to panic again.

“Daemon, don’t do this.” Tears falling freely down your face as you watch the prince run his hand up and down his hard, red cock. You’ve never seen one, and wonder briefly if all of them are this big, but you don’t get to have anymore thoughts as his cock brushes against the lips of your cunt, “Please don’t!” You try to sit up, only for one of his hands to find home around your neck again, squeezing enough to caution you into not moving again.

“Don’t play so innocent.” Daemon stares at his cock, running through your lips and gathering your wetness, “If you didn't want this, you wouldn't be so soaked for me.” He groans as he moves his cock to your opening, his head sinking in slowly, as his gaze moves to your tear stained face, “You want me as much as I want you, princess. Crave me as I crave you.”

Your sobs of pain and dread don’t discourage him as he continues to sink into you until his his naked hips are flesh against yours. The small shake of your head doesn’t stop him from believing in his words.

“How you've deprived me too long of your soft walls and sweet flesh. I’ll teach you everything about pleasure, eventually. ” Daemon waits only a second before pulling out and pushing back in, your legs wide around him, his eyes staring at yours, his hair framing his face, his hand still securely around your throat, “But tonight, I’ve waited too long. You’re mine. From tonight on I will not be deprived again.”

He moans louder as he speeds up his thrusts dropping his head down to your neck. You feel sick at the feel of him inside you, his hot breath on your skin, his moans in your ear. But what makes you feel the most ailing, is how good it starts to feel, your body betraying you the most in this affair.

“I feel you squeezing me.” Daemon groans, letting go of your throat to grope your breast instead, kissing up you jaw, “Let me hear you.” He murmurs, “Lvestragī nyke rȳbagon mirre lī gevie elēni.” Let me hear all those beautiful sounds.

His whispering in your ear and the skillful assault of his hands and hips has you whimpering. You can feel every inch of him inside you, a disgustingly pleasing thought as you allow for the pleasure to take over you, not having the strength to continue fighting. You don’t know how long you whimper underneath him until you’re crying out, reaching your peak, and coming around him, squeezing his cock as tight as he squeezed your throat earlier.

The action makes Daemon growl, “That’s it, love. Let me feel you. Feels good doesn't it?” He speeds up his thrusts, angling your hips to go deeper and harder against you, “My cock feels so good inside you, made to be inside you. We were made for each other.”

His lips crash against yours firmly, bruising-ly, his hips stuttering as you feel his cock throb against your walls, his cum coating your insides as he drops onto of you completely, chest heaving up and down.

The kiss turns soft as he seems to come down from his own high, pulling away to ogle you beneath him, spent from his intrusions. He peppers your face with soft pecks, not caring for the taste of salt as you continue to cry lightly. You whine as he pulls out of you, sore, but you're too exhausted to care about anything else. You feel yourself be lifted from the couch and moved to a soft mattress, your tired brain supplying it’s probably your bed. You hear the sound of clothes rustling, and someone stoking the fire, before the mattress and blankets seem to move, hands grabbing at your aching body and pulling you towards them.

“We’ll tell them in the morning.” You feel Daemon murmur against your temple, placing more soft caresses against you, “We’ll tell them your mine and marry you to me, as it’s always meant to be. Your reputation renewed.”

You whine, something that doesn't make sense. There are so many things you should say, that need to be done, your reputation completely tarnished now, innocence taken, even with talks of trying to fix it with marriage, a marriage you've never wanted with him.

A marriage he’s seemed too keen to have regardless.

“Shh, it’s alright,”Daemon whispers in your ear as he curls around your worn out form, you feel something hard probing your oversensitive area, but your exhaustion seems to only grow heavier, “Just going to keep me warm, nothing else. I’ll let you rest. I’m sure your guard is back from the errand he was running for me and your sounds are only for my ears right now."

You don’t protest his words, allowing darkness to consume you completely. Not as if you could protest. Daemon Targaryen is a dragon, through and through, and he always gets what he wants.

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Frigid♔Magnanimity꧂

Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, vulgar language, Kid being a hot dick, torture

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Chapter 2: Frilled scars

…”You know y/n…I once went to this beautiful place, it was a cold yet mesmerising land…there was a soft white blanket of snow and a beautiful waterfall…you could see foxes, deers and other little creatures going near the river to drink water…it’s a pity I didn’t get to visit it fully… I’m so mad I didn’t get out of the carriage and go explore the vast snowy hills myself…” Your mother looked down at you as she held you in her arms…you were just 4 years old… “Y/n…promise me you’ll get out of here and explore this beautiful massive world…it’s a pity I won’t be able to come with you…” Your mother held you close… “Why mommy? Why can’t you come wifh me…?” Your mother’s face slightly sorrowed but she kept her warm smile… you would’ve said so much more if you knew this would be the last conversation you would’ve had with your mother…

Later that afternoon you entered your father’s quarters in a rush. “FATHER WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Why would you execute such innocent maids?! On what matter?!” You yelled at his highness. “My orders were clear. He shall be tortured and kept on the brink of death for this decade before his execution. It’s fun to see them in pain. You shouldn’t show him no mercy! He’s a filth to the face of the earth. He’s nothing more then a bandit and rule breaker. I wont have him try and murder me. Nor your younger brother!!” Silence fell over the room before you broke it again. “How could you do this to a human being?! And what about me and Mary…? Do you not care about us too?” You asked… “I could always find another queen. And I wanted sons, sons who can lead and conquer. Not daughters. You’re useless to me. I’ll get rid of you as soon as I find a prince willing to marry you.” Hurt was an understatement…you felt destroyed as you heard these words come from your fathers mouth…you knew he never cared for you the same as your younger step brother but you never would’ve thought he would’ve said it without regret…he was your father…yet he saw you as nothing more then a burden.. “HO—“ a loud slap echoed through the room as your father silenced you. You touched your red cheek and raised your eyes to his. “I DONT WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD. If you keep at this I’ll end you with the same fate as your rotten mother.” His eyes bore into you, cold as ice..you pulled yourself together the best you could and left his apartments…you rushed back to your quarters as little droplets of tears fell down from your eyes. A week later you sat at a window in the palace and witnessed as your ladies-in-waiting and other maids were all executed for apparently plotting to kill the king… the only one your father spared was the one closest to you, your best and only friend…Yuki. Her mother was one of the maids killed and she spent that evening sobbing next to you as you comforted her till she cried herself to sleep on your bed…After she finally fell into a deep slumber you went out onto your balcony and stared out at the vast sea, the ocean was calm and the wind felt soft and warm…you felt so horrible you wanted to stab yourself in the chest…you felt guilt. Guilty for the women who were killed for what you’ve done, their blood was on your hands. You yourself broke into a quiet cry…leaning on the railing of the balcony. You felt guilty but you also felt horrible leaving someone to starve…

That night after midnight you made your way back down into the dungeons where Eustass Kid was being held…you walked to the very end of the corridor of cells…in the last cell he was asleep…you made sure he was…at least you were hoping…you were holding a tray with a piece of meat, a few slices of bread and a bowl of soup In one hand and with the other you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside the cell…he was still breathing steadily as you quietly placed the tray down…but as you were about to leave a strong hand grabbed you by the throat and pushed you all the way into the wall..you helped and struggled to breathe, when you opened your eyes again you were met by intimidating amber eyes…it felt as if he was staring right through you. “So you’re the little fucker that’s been bringing me this.” He let go of you and you fell to your knees in a struggle to regain your breath. “The princess eh?” He stared down at you confused. “The fuck…why are you out of all people doing this. Shouldn’t you get ready to meet your fuckin’ prince in shinin’ armour or something?” His tone seemed a little more calm yet his glare still felt as if it was piercing through you… “…You got charged with death for simply setting foot in our kingdom…I don’t understand why…you didn’t do nothing to my father….” You spoke with a hint of anger in your tone aimed towards the king. “I’m a pirate, princess’ I’m an outlaw. And I’m hated for my reputation.” He walked back to the mattress and sat down on it. “I don’t hate you…I mean I don’t really hate pirates…I’ve always wanted to talk to one! So I can hear more about the world and their adventures! I-..I really wanna explore the whole world…” You rest your back against the cold wall of the cell, you were only wearing your nightgown and a brown cloak over it…so it was pretty cold for you… “then just skip over to your father and bat your eyelashes at him and poof you’ll be on a lavish ship surrounded by guards and staff to be at your every need” He rolled his eyes. A few moments of silence were met…you were hugging your knees for a twinge of warmth. “That’s…not true…you might think my life is perfect because I’m a princess…but my father doesn’t even care for me. He sees me as a politic alliance. He wants to marry me off to some king that’s 40 years older then me just because he wants a political alliance with some other kingdom…if it wasn’t for my step mother I would’ve been married off before 16, I’m forced to marry someone who’s chosen for me, birth him as many children as he wants. And for gods sake if I don’t give him a boy I might as well say my prayers. My father killed my mom. Just because she failed to give him an healthy male heir. So he charged her with adultery and she was executed. He barely knew I existed. But after my younger step brother was born he was the light of his life. Kings don’t care for their wives or daughters. A week ago I dared speak up at my father and he threatened to have me face the same fate as my mother. So yeah. Let me go and bat my eyelashes at him.” Your gaze fell to the floor. The only sounds were the droplets of water falling through the cracks of the ceiling before they were met by Kid’s deep voice. “Fine then I’ll kidnap you when I’m outta here.” You raised your eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” You looked at him confused…”I mean, imagine how much my bounty will go up if I kidnap a damn princess.” He noticed your slightly uneasy aura. “Can her highness not take a damn joke?” He teased. “That isn’t a funny matter. Kidnapping someone isn’t funny.” He rolled his eyes for maybe the 100th time and grabbed the tray of food and started eating…just whilst he was eating you managed to take a look at him properly…he had a lot of wounds…he noticed you staring at him and he whistled to get your attention. “Like watcha see princess’…?” A little pink hue made its way onto your cheeks and you turned away as he laughed at you. After a few more moments of silence you spoke.

“You can go….I mean…I unlocked your cell…I won’t tell anyone…” he finished swallowing the last of the meat, got up, walked over to you, crouched down at your level and flicked your forehead…hard. “Are you stupid? I don’t know where shit is, there must be guards everywhere and I have a sea prism cuff.” He raised his wrist on which was the cuff. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you up. “Get the hell out of here. I don’t need a princess to rescue me.” He pushed you towards the cell door and he went back to his mattress and plopped down on it. You didn’t protest and just left…you locked the cell door and ran back down the corridors…you were almost caught but you made it back to your room…after changing into a clean nightgown you got into bed and stared at the ceiling of it…that same feeling you felt there first day you met eyes with him made its way to your chest again…your heart skipped a beat as you thought of his shirtless body again. “What is wrong with me?!” You thought to yourself as you turned onto your right side and hugged a pillow to your chest…after a while you fell asleep that way…breathing steadily whilst your cheeks still with that pink hue on them.

Later that night Kid found himself with the king and two guards in front of his cell. “The fuck you want.” He said with a low growl in his throat. “I don’t think that’s way to talk to the king.” Kid scowled. “I couldn’t give a further fuck.” The king smirked. “So someone keeps bringing you food. Which one of those filthy maids has been doing this.” Kid laid back down on the mattress with his arm under his head. “Maybe it’s a man who knows.” The king’s face fell to anger. “Guards, take him. He’ll end up speaking one way or another. The guards entered his cell but Kid didn’t even flinch. “Yes yes torture me, cuz that’s been working wonders. I hope you fucking know that anything you do to me won’t bring me down you fucker. And one of these days I’ll have a damn knife at your throat.” The guards chained him and took him out of his cell and down the corridor towards the torture chambers.

The next night whilst you were bringing him food you noticed the key to his cell wasn’t working anymore…till you noticed the lock looked new…so they changed the locks…you still could push the tray through the gaps of the bars..but when you took a good look at him you froze…he was bleeding, he had numerous wounds and had dried blood at his mouth nose and in many other places.. “Kid! W-What happened to you?!” You placed the tray down and ran right up against the bars. As she noticed he wasn’t answering she ran back where she came from…Kid then turned his head as he heard her run off, he placed his head back against the mattress and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard your steps run back down the corridor, this time you had a lot of bandages and medicinal herbs and tissue…he seemed a bit surprised by this. “Get the fuck out of here. As you said your dad doesn’t care about you so he’ll kill you if he finds you doing this to me!! Leave. Get the fucking hin—-“ “NO! i don’t Care what you have to say. I wont leave till you let me treat you! You might get an infection! Or worse die. So get over here and let me patch you up!” He didn’t move for a few seconds then a sigh left his lips and he went up against the bars so you could reach your hand in between them and patch him up…first you cleaned up his arm(and a half) and bandaged a few scars, then you did his back where he seemed to have a few open wounds as other marks…he slightly shivered when he felt your warm hands against his calloused skin. It was a contrast from the cold scent he got used to…it felt good. After you were done with his back he turned around back to face you…he had a pretty nasty wound on his abdomen and you tended to it…he felt tingly as you were caring for him like that..it was weird he wasn’t used to this, nor did he want to appear weak..after you were done patching him up he snatched the food you brought him and let’s just say that food was disposed of in a matter of seconds… you asked him about what happened and he told you in short detail what your father did last night. As your little conversation lead on you managed to get him to tell you about a few of his adventures…and places he’s been to..you were amazed…till you didn’t realize that it’s been a few hours…by the time you left to go back to your room and sleep it was the crack of dawn…yet you still went to bed…all those places he told you about had you dreaming of visiting them. And it also slightly brought his mind off things as he’d hear you laugh and be interested at his stories…that laugh and smile of yours were white stuck in his head…

Authors note: Sorry that this chapter was quite short, and I’m sorry for the late update but I just moved so I was extremely busy. Also! If you want to be notified when the next part comes out I’m starting a tag list so just comment below if you wanna be added! Also if you ask Kid’s cell bars are the rectangular ones so that’s how reader can reach better through. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanna thank you for all the support! I love hearing your thoughts and asks/requests it just makes me smile! Also my requests are currently open, feel free to ask/request anything you want! Thank you so much!

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angelyuji · 2 months

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yandere superman headcanons

tw kidnapping, "nice" guys/incel behavior (kinda), isolation as punishment, manipulation, yandere stuff... the usual

yandere clark kent x gn!reader

diana prince is next guys I LOVE WOMEN!!! lemme know abt any tags i miss or just any other superman thoughts (yandere or not) cuz i love superman a lot

hes so big and buff and strong

hhnhsdngnnhnhnngnfhgnnngngn

sorry

ive been obsessed with superman and lois recently and i thought to myself “i need him so bad id do unspeakable things”

ALSOOOOOO have u guys seen the new superman??? ohmygodddd HELLOOO SAILOR

anyway here we go :)

sweetest kindest angel alive… at first glance

actual clark is genuinely the best sweetest guy in the world and i don’t think that would technically change but if anything he’d start buying into the incel/nice guy pills and that’s what would warp him

he’s literally sooo sweet to you (i cant get over how much a of cutie pie clark kent is)

ok pause lemme start from the beginning

when he first met you, he was e n a m o u r e d like he thinks youre the most beautiful person in the world type stuff

at first, the relationship is normal, you guys are friends, study buddies, coworkers, yk normal shit

he’s still super in love but hes kinda aware that its one-sided and he can’t make you like him

you guys are super close friends tho

but as his crush progresses, he starts to consult more than his friends and normal relationship advice, he starts to consult incel chatrooms and subreddits

he wants to go further than friendship with you, but all the guys in these chatrooms are telling him awful things abt u. for example:

‘hi! requesting help for getting out of the friendzone with my friend’ i’ve been friends with them for a long time, but i see them as more than a friend. ive had to watch as they date all these awful people and i just want them to see me more than a friend. any advice is appreciated!

– dude these ungrateful bitches are never gonna see u

– people like them never see the good guy until its too late

– u just gotta make them like u, nobody understands the nice guy until u make them

– all of these responses are so weird, just be normal and flirt a little!

ur stupid fuckign idiot nice guys don’t get a chance till u make them give u chance

women are so fucking stupid

reading all these “helpful” comments really warped his mindset

he went from innocent farm boy to incel misogynist becuz

they have to be right! like why else have u not given him the time of day as more than a friend

so soon, ur gonna notice these changes

he went from being supportive bestie to making snide comments, putting you down, making moves on you that you clearly don’t want

ur hurt, heartbroken, your friend became something unrecognizable

u’ll ask for some distance, just to think abt if u want to continue the friendship and clark will realize that he can’t make you like him from just this

so you’re gonna go home, take a nap, and next thing you know you’re getting snatched from bed by freaking superman

he genuinely believes he’s done the right thing

he’ll bring u to the fortress first. he has everything set up already, so u wont freeze or starve to death

i wont bore with the details but he would NEVER lay a hand on u

that’s NOT my superman

its more like

“i need you to eat something.” clark begs you, his eyes filled with worry. he had crouched down next to where you sat. clark had given you free-reign around his fortress, but you chose to sit in the corner near the entrance.

“fuck you.” you turn away from him, anger dripping from your voice. you haven’t eaten since he brought you to his ice castle, but you can’t remember how long ago that was. you missed home, your friends, your family. you missed freedom. you hear clark sigh.

“you’re gonna get sick if you keep going like this, (y/n).” his hand touches your face and you slap his hand away. you know there was no way you could hurt superman, but he holds his hand looking hurt, and you feel a twinge of guilt. he holds out a bag from Big Belly Burgers and places it next to you.

you scooch back, your back hitting the wall, not willing to back down. “i’ll eat if you let me go.” you feel like a child throwing a tantrum, but you would do anything to go home.

you see him rub his forehead in frustration, “this isn’t working.” he mutters to himself. you don’t say anything, wanting to see what he would do. instead of trying to fight you again, clark picks up the bag. “i’ll come back when you’re ready.” he says.

“come back? what are you talking ab-” in one blast of air, clark was gone and you were alone.

days had gone by, you felt like you were going crazy from the solitude and the hunger. thankfully, clark had left mountains of water bottles for you, so you tried to fill up with those. it wasn’t enough, you had started to miss your kidnapper’s company after many conversations with yourself. all you could do was sleep or stare at the wall, blankly. after a week, you couldn’t take the isolation. “clark?” you call out, weakly. not a moment passes before he appeared before you.

his eyes were filled with pity and worry, “are you ready, sweetheart?” his hands cup your face and you lean into the warmth, nodding.

he could never hurt you. that entire week away was killing him, but the commenters were right. you just needed to know that he was all you needed.

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cvlutos · 1 year

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♡L.K | HE DOES | ANGST [TW: SUGGESTIVE, CHEATING]

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

He likes you.

More than like. He loves you. He does. He loves your smile. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. All the things you dislike, he loves. Every flaw you find upon your skin, ever feature that makes you sigh, every glance that has you grimace. He loves it all. And with silent touches and fluttering kisses and linger like the warmth of the sun and the tingle of flames, he wipes all away. And he'll do it everyday if need be. He loves you. He does.

Just not enough.

He's the second prince with a chance to rule. To sit upon a golden throne that's been denied from him. He's waiting—hoping—for this very scenario. For this very moment. And he can't give it up.

He needs a queen.

One to rule beside him. He loves you, he does.

He wants you to know that he does, and he still will. Even as he has to be away for most days. Even as his letters, his texts, phonecalls dwindle day. He loves youm

Visits you on warm summer nights, bare legs entwined with yours, kisses of heat and passion as if he never for a moment left you. As he he's waited all his life to be here, to be here with you. Cupping your face as you lay beside him, thumb dragging along your cheek. Whisper soft rare 'i love yous' til morning.

He never leaves without it.

Without his ring of gold that he wears on his ring finger. He never forgets when he leaves you in ruined sheets as sun bleeds through the curtains. With every ache and bruise that litter your skin, ever place he kissed, burns. He leaves you feeling cold.

The King after the passing of his brother. Your love. That isn't quite yours. That will never be quite yours, at least not anymore.

Who visits only in the dead of night, who won't listen to your complaints, to your begs. To your cries of wanting him to forget you, or either choose you. You beg him to make this end... He's married. You know that. You do. Yet, he's warm. He makes you feel so loved. He does.

He likes you.

He's married...

And not to you...

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

#t.manor.drabbles #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst angst #twisted Wonderland angst #leona angst #leona x reader angst #leona kingscholar angst

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jaylleoo14 · 5 months

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TO MY LEONA LOVERS THIS ONE IS FOR YOU

Slightly suggestive!

okay okay so I was sitting on the floor thinking of stupid little Azul (love that man (っ´Ι`)っ)and working on the Amnesia Drabble I had of him which soon led me to thinking of Ruggie and how it'd be so cute to go on dates with him (Ahhhh! Hes so precious!) and then suddenly my mind drifted onto Leona and then some books I wanted to read.

Rivals to lovers or enemies to lovers is such a juicy and titillating trope for him omg! Like I can imagine it so vividly, like yessssssss. Imagine being a strong woman (Doesnt have to be physically of course) that of course he respects but will absolutely do his best to still try to one up you. Of course you reciprocate that and you always go all out whenever he's on the field with his team. Or maybe even though it isn't seen to be entirely fitting, think about being Academic Rivals with him! Literally anything between you two is a competition haha^^

Aside from your sex though, he wont go easy on you just cus of that factor. No, it's because he acknowledges your capabilities. Your passion and your spirit. Your witty and snarky remarks, which is always seemingly having him stay on his toes. Of course he carries respect for you, that is obvious. And honestly, even though he doesn't show it- it does excite him. You give him something to look forward to and you entertain the prince well.

"You could be my new personal jester with how much you like to entertain me, Herbivore."

"I bet that's all you ever dream about when you sleep. I'm a little touched to know you think of me so much~"

"Tch. Whatever your delusional ass self thinks."

But he's not denying it. Hes not denying it! Secretly, just secretly when all you think about is the competition, he's here not only trying to win the little rivalry you two share but your heart as well! Ah but he's such a big wuss>< Sometimes when you arent even looking the classmates behind him would see his tail wagging from side to side like a satisfied dog (Ironic since lions are from the feline tree).

When he sees you do better than him on a test by a mark or two, maybe even three! He cant help but just let out an unamused huff, turning his head as if he didn't care. And while you think it's just cus he's sucking it up or maybe acting like he doesnt care, he only turns his head to hide his face from you so you dont see the little smirk he has. God he loves seeing your prideful self, the way you so confidently and happily brag at how much better you did. But of course, he can always one up you anytime if he so wished too.

Before he knows it, he's up thinking about you. Shit, what kind of feelings are these? Before he only strived to do well in these kinds of things to only try and beat you, to see you grit your teeth in annoyance as he prides himself with his athletic abilities or his test scores. Now you have him staying up late and irritated, he should be asleep by now. You must've have done something, Something to have set him off. It drives Ruggie wonders that sometimes he'd actually try and study for some tests. You really managed to switch him up...

It was only until you were being chased by a group of guys from the same dorm all for swiping some food (but your reasoning was that you were hungry okay-). Running in a hurry you see Leona up ahead, walking at a good pace. Determined to just run passed him to run away from the crowd, you speed up your pace to turn the corner just as how he also turns the corner. When you make the turn you're caught off guard greatly, as his arms catch you with great force to the point you almost let go of your sandwich in your hands. He pulls you over to a nearby bush, one that was big enough to hide you both perfectly. Even better was that the bush was big enough to mask your guys scent. It was perfect.

"Leona what are you-!"

"Shh. Quiet." He leans his head a little lower with a stern look on his face, his green jeweled eyes angular as he looks on over you. The crowd continues running ahead with their haughty shouts and displeasure. Soon passing you both with no second thoughts.

"i'm doing you a solid. You should be thankful ya little thief."

You're caged in between his arms, lying under him on the grass. The sun pierces through the long blade of leaves and shines on his sea of brown hair beautifully as if running cacao simmered down. "I didn't ask for your help you know. I would've been perfectly fine without you." His body shadows over you, as if blanketing you under him.

He gives you a grin, leaning down a bit more as he eyes the sandwich crushed in your hands. "Really now? Because that sandwich sure isnt in the best condition."

You peer down, not knowing that the sandwich was squeezed and squashed in your grip. It was completely ruined.

"Fuck"

With the crowd gone, there was just silence between the two of you. Only getting conscious now of how literally close you two were. There was that feeling again simmering up from his chest. It felt like he was a kettle starting to slowly boil up. Now it makes sense. He understands these feelings, now that he has you under him like this. Being so close to you so discreetly as if you two were rebel teenagers hiding away from your guys parents.

"You're so annoying you know that?" He suddenly states. It definitely catches you off guard but you're quick to answer. You're annoying in the way that you're on his mind with the constant want of him being next to you like this.

"Huh? Where'd that come from all of a sudden? You're the one who put us in this position in the first place!"

You're starting to squirm around, getting irritated that you're in this situation with your competitor. But he goes on to firmly hold you still.

"Hey, stop that. You're gonna get all the sauce on me. I'm gonna smell." He says in a bit more firm tone.

"Then get off of me, I'm gonna go get me another sandwich." You say rather harshly. You reciprocate the firm look on his face as you slightly push yourself up, the leaves hitting your face a little.

"You mean steal another one? I'll pay for it. So stop causing trouble around."

You're a bit caught off guard. Leona seemed rather more... Whats the word. Gentle with you? You two have never been this intimate before, its a rather new feeling. He liked it.

"Hmm how about this. You accompany me to go get something to eat and I pay for it. Sounds like a pretty good deal dont you think?"

The way he says it so casually with that little smirk of his, his eyes looking so focused on you as if reading what you were thinking. His hand on your wrist as he hovers over you. It kinda sounds like he was asking you out on a-

"Date..."

"What?"

Huh. What. WAIT WHAT. You didn't mean to say that out loud! Oh no, you're face is getting hot, your heart is speeding up, your expression is pulled back into one of shock. "W-wait don't get me wrong! It just kinda sounded like a date! Argh what am I even saying?! God this is just so-"

"Yea, why not. Lets go out on a date." He brings your hand up to his mouth, licking the sauce off your hand as the crumpled up sandwich lays on the grass next to you. You're silenced as he his lips get into contact with you fingers, nibbling it against his canines ever so slightly as he laps up the dewy and runny substances. His eyes switching them up to meet yours.

"Just the two of us, i'll make sure to get you a better sandwich than that cheap one." He seems to love the look on your face, the way you're just taking all of this in. The way your face is an indescribable red. He's practically relishing himself in your quite yet loud reaction.

"relax, I aint gonna force you if you dont want to. I can take a reje-"

As he brings your hand down, before he could finish his sentence you go in and angle your head to the side. His ears perk up, so do his tail. You lean in forward, licking the side of his lips. When you pull back you're met with a surprised lion.

"Hehe, I wouldn't mind that. A little date with my competitor, I wonder how that'll go" You lean yourself back, your elbow helping you stay propped up. My god are you just so perfect. The way you just make his heart skip beats, he can finally admit it now. As much as he wanted to beat you in certain subjects and fields, he wanted to be yours all the more. He's always known. You're rivalry just being an excuse for him to keep having you close to his side like this. He's always liked you. But is it too early to say that he loved you? No, definitely not. He loves every part of you. He's already seen the more dirtier and flawed parts of you, and you've seen his. If you both have accepted each other doesn't that already prove much how much you two are willing to be with one another? That just gives you more time and more reason to find more of the beauties hidden within you both, all the more to love you and all the more for you to love him.

A strong smile is plastered on his face as the shade of the leaves hover over him, covering the both of you like a dome. "Hmm, how convenient for the both of us then." He leans in till your heads are almost touching, that is until his ears perk up and he turns his head away. You're caught off guard by this as you watch him look back and let out an irritated stare.

"Rook get your ass out of here damn it." He says it in such a bad and sour mood. Leona gets off of you and shifts his body towards where Rook seemingly was.

"Oh how utterly splendid indeed! I have always been so marveled by your ultra senses Roi du Lion! Sincerest apologies, I wasn't trying to soil the mood or interrupt you two. But I couldn't help but watch the beauty of love unfold right in front of my eyes! Such a fierce lion showing such tenderness towards his lioness! Ahhh such beauté! It drives me to tears!"

"Ah..." Well, this is embarrassing really. To think the two of you got caught like this. You really felt like a rebel teenager getting caught by your parents, who were oddly... Supportive? Regardless, it was still embarrassing. As Leona drives Rooks persistent self away, with full success he comes back to you and crouches down to help you up.

You two have a date to head to now. People have always known about your guys rivalry, but what a true shocker it'll be when people start finding out when you two start going out. I mean, every king needs his queen eventually. And you fit the throne to his heart perfectly. <3

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #leona twst #leona kingscholar #disney twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #leona twisted wonderland #rook hunt #reader insert #jellorambles #okay goodnight yall TT #I had to write this before my brain juices shut down #and I lost the ideas #but leona!!! ><

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marvelita85 · 6 months

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It wasnt like when they were children, he noticed out of her siblings she was the tallest and more beautiful than when she was little and followed him everywhere around the keep... he missed her but he would never admited it

She never looked at him once only when he raise his cup for his final tribute and ruined dinner and her eyes told him everythong he needed to know... she hated him, she would chose her brothers over him like she did when he lost his eye

- you never talked to me since you've arrived niece...

- why do you have to call me niece, everytime we see eachother... i already know you are my uncle... believe me I know that sometimes some members of the family are overrated

- you are different, not the little girl that followed me around all the time

- I learn the hard way sometimes your friends are not so much your friends but enemys in desguise...

- am I your enemy?

- are you? ... be carefull with your answer, perhaps what I have become you wont like.... uncle

- we were best friends and you chose your bastard brothers over me

- and I will do it over and over again Jace and Luke and Joffrey and Aegon and Viserys over you, your brother your presious mother, your sister... your niece and newphews, everything you hold into your dark rotten heart if you ever dare to touch any of them... my predecesor Visenya Targaryen wont be half of the vicious bitch, her enemys called her, of what im capable to do to you

- are you theatening me niece...

- no if i wanted to threaten you I would have said I would take your reminded eye if you get close to my brothers again... I dont think a blind prince is of any use

- What have I done for you to hate me so much...

- you broke my heart... the day before I left for dragonstone I went to apologice to you rooms... your brother was there... I listed to you saying I was a simple bastard for you and you'd never felt anything for me... I felt that our friendship in that moment crushed and that anything I 've ever felt for you died in that moment...

- Visenya.... Aemond tried to tell her that everything he said was not true

- dont deny it, you want me and the rest of my family to die

- not you...

- how sad... I've heard your mother was looking for potential brides for you... Lord Borros daughters... wanderfull match almost as boring as you are

- and you think you can be any better...

- the lady of Winterfell - Aemond blood froze as the thought of you married with Lord Cregan Stark not only would it win the north for Rhaenyra but you would have something that he would never be able to give you that you dont already have as the princess tittle and that enfuriated him, even his efforts to be eligable it was not enough for her as it was before he just didnt know how to take care of the wonderfull friendship he just lost, and the posible future they could have that now could be lost forever

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years

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can you please write something about obsessed Aemond targaryen x reader? (maybe reader is daemon's daughter)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. First time writing for Aemond so I hope it's okay xx

When they were younger; the people didn’t know if Aemond was more obsessed with you or your dragon. He followed you around like a puppy, not that you noticed. You thought he was being friendly. Your shyness endeared you to him since he first set eyes on you after returning with your father.

Daemon soon left you to be fostered here whilst he started a new life with his new wife. The resentment for him continued to grow just under the surface. It was something you kept to yourself but Aemond knew. His father was just as absent even if he was standing there in front of him.

It was you who defended him from the bullying and if it was anyone else he would have been embarrassed. But you were his guardian angel; it was what he told his mother too. She was glad he had someone on his side and allowed the friendship to flourish; not realising it wasn’t just friendship for her son.

“Do not worry Aemond. You will have your own dragon one day.” You whispered and he took your hand in his. “For now, I will share with you.” You hummed and brightly smiled at the Prince. “Thank you.” He whispered, ducking his head as his fingers played with your own. “Just ignore them.”

“I try.” Aemond hummed and fought against pouting as you both walked towards your sleeping dragon. “At least we have each other.” You whispered, trying to lift up his mood as you walked closer to her. You missed the way his eyes never moved from your body and his smile only widened.

“Do you just sleep?” You teased your dragon and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek as she leaned into the touch. She grumpily huffed and you let out a soft giggle before motioning Aemon closer. His eyes were as ever so wide in interest and excitement. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, looking at you both.

“She is.” You hummed and stroked her scales whilst Aemond moved to settle on the floor with you. “When she is big enough, we can ride together.” You whispered out; hardly realising how much you were fuelling his obsession with you. “I would like that.” He locked eyes with you and couldn’t move away from them.

You didn’t realise how much it would all change by the end of the week. “Aemond!” You nearly whimpered out. Your hand gently moved to cup his face. Your fingers gently stroking his cheek. Aemond leaned into your touch and hummed. “What did you do?” You locked eyes with Rhaenyra’s sons.

The rage you felt began to build whilst Daemon could only watch on in complete confusion. “Shh..Princess.” Aemond whispered up to you. “I have a dragon.” His eye sparkled with such delight. “But your eye.” You whimpered and moved to kneel in front of him. You missed the smirk coming across Alicent’s face.

“If you wont give me justice.” The Queen began, “I want insurance.” Alicent looked over to Viserys before motioning her head towards you and Aemond. You both seemed to be in your own little world as you tried to give him comfort. “No..” Daemon stepped forward but the King raised his hand.

“If this will stop the quarrelling.” The King looked over to Rhaenyra whose face fell into relief. “It will.” The Princess whispered out. “Then Aemon and Y/N will be married when they come of age.” The King left without another word as your eyes widened. “Father..” You whispered and moved to stand. Daemon’s eyes locked onto you but the hold of the Prince tightened.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispered, playing into his injury and watched as you completely fell for it.

The years passed and Aemond’s obsession with you only grew. You were still so blissfully unaware of it as you tried to find freedom and happiness in the engagement. Nothing changed with your relationship. He was just more clingy with you and blamed his injury as to why he wanted to be around you.

“Your mother is expecting us.” You whispered as you took his hand; hiding into his back as you both walked through the dark halls underneath the capitol. “My mother can wait.” Aemond whispered and enjoyed the feeling of you against him a little too much. “What did you want to show me?”

He placed his arm around your shoulder and brought you close. “It’s more what I wanted to do to you.” Aemond purred into your ear and watched as your eyes deliciously widened at his words. His smirk only widened as he slowly moved you against the wall. “Aemond?” You whimpered out.

“You are to be my wife, Princess…surely, I can kiss you.” He leaned in as he whispered. His nose brushed against yours as you fought against gulping. Aemond had always been so intense but he was all you knew. “I suppose so.” You whispered back and it didn’t take long for the Prince to take his prize.

Your eyes widened when your lips met. He had just taken your first kiss and you wondered how many firsts would belong to him. His fingers moved into your locks of hair and brought you closer. Your hand moved onto his chest and for a moment he thought you were going to push him away only for you to clutch at his tunic.

You moaned into his kiss and gently began to deepen the act. Aemond smirked against your lips before nibbling on you. You gasped and he took that moment for his tongue to slip and dance with your own. “Oh..” You moaned as your eyes began to flutter shut. “I’ve got so much to show you.” The Prince promised.

His hands slowly moved up and down your sides causing you to shiver. “You are mine, aren’t you?” Aemond purred; leaning in and brushing your noses together once more. “Yes..always.” You whispered out. It was never going to be anything different. You just had only realised that now.

#aemond targaryen x reader #request

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riveranova · 1 year

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Could I request general nsfw hcs for the Ikemen Prince boys pls?

(A/N): Hellooo! Yeah, of course you can - hope you enjoy!

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, i put a lil crack in here too dw

Character: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.014

Gilbert von Obsidian

i will sit here forever and say: this man is not a top

no, no dont say it - no he isnt

will act like he'll top you only to fucking bend at the slightest bit of pleasure

literally just touch his chest in a slightly sensual way and watch the magic happen

hes absolutely whipped for you so it doesnt take long for him to get hard

also happens at really unfortunate times

,,hello rhodolite, are you sti- ...oh''

i think over half of the fandom hcs him as German

so, because i'm German too, i can FEEL the German words sipping out during sex

just cute little grunts and a little ''verdammt...'' in between

yeah hes the scary man that threats the entire kingdom but in bed - hes the actual little rabbit

i will die on that hill btw

i think he likes aftercare but doesnt want to admit it

just wordlessly cuddle him afterwards and let him be the big spoon and everythings fine <3

Silvio Ricci

cocky bitchass

hes a tease and he knows it

is a big edging fan

like to bring you close enough to almost feel the sweet release - only to stop and ask you whats wrong

WHAT DO YOU THINK; SIR ASSHOLE

he toys with you, yeah but he can be sweet to

CAN be

when you've been extraordinary good that week, he'll consider letting you cum a little sooner than usual

with his cock buried deep inside you and his low voice right next to your ear

i think hes not big with the praise but slips in a little ,,you're doing so fucking good...'' here and there does the trick

wants to have total control, so i think he likes bondage quite a bit

you once ripped the rope in two and this mans ego was up in the sky - he made you do that after all

a dog on the streets and a... even wilder dog in the sheets

Keith Howell

okay so, this ones a little bit different

we have two choices here

cute, shy bottom keith and uh, fucked up top keith

means: mans def a switch

shy keith is really careful not to hurt you

you've got the beeeeeest of both worlds

he is BIG and he has a lot of strength

so when you're on top of him and he grips your thighs - mans leaving marks that wont leave for days

hes just so lost in the pleasure, hes a brabbling mess

is a little too shy to moan loud but after some time hes getting VOCAL

now, alter! keith is completely different

i think hes not into bondage, he'll just hold you down himself

pressed into the matress while fucking you like you're nothing but a toy

he doesnt fucking care if you make too much noise

scream and let everyone know you're his and his only

oh yeah, hes a lil bit possessive. just a lil bit.

Sariel Noir

has a whip and is not afraid to use it

i feel like hes less in for the sex and more for the foreplay

also big on bondage

he ties you up nice and pretty and just watches

hes slowly letting his whip explore your body - not hurting you but also not letting you feel too much pleasure

oh no, this is for him

he loves to watch you struggle agains the ropes or shudder because of his cold whip

he isnt too mean of course

youre not leaving until he fucked you

doesnt bother to untie you, but that doesnt bother you either, right?

hes slow but precise, hitting all the right spots

i swear he could go all night, he just has it in him

hes dealing with eight princes daily, his stamina is from another world

Rio Ortiz

service top, service top, service top

hes just like a dog fr

he'd do anything for your pleasure

against the wall? yes. in the middle of the room? no problem. a quicky behind a fricking pillar? whatever you want.

100% has your name on his dog collar

will eat you out while you pull on his leash

100% knows what to do based on how strong you pull

feels accomplished when you moan his name while cumming

just moan his name in general

hes big on aftercare

whenever its cuddling or taking a bath together, he'd do everything

im so sure that he would slip out of bed (or.. from behind a pillar lmao) to get you some tee or cake or whatever you need

you just need to snap your fingers and he turns into an obedient little dog who would do anything to please you

Clavis Lelouch

this one was a bit hard, tbh

i think hes the kind of guy that would finger you a lot

but just fingering you in bed would be boring, right?

right, thats why sexy time with him is almost always when you're not alone

on a banquet? he sure as hell is going to slip his hand inside your clothes

hey, hes a leg guy! surely the guests will understand that he wants to rest his hand on you thigh!

because thats what they think hes doing

100% exhibitionist

we all know how much he loves showing off his lover

would also fuck you on his balcony at night

theres no chance someone would see you two, but he doesnt tell you

loves to see your face go from ,,fuck, they could see us!'' to ,,fuck it if they see us.''

Nokto Klein

royal whore #1

definetly a top, and a fucking sly one at that

memorized the entire kamasutra

sex with him is never getting old, this man has new position every time you two sleep with each other

his sex drive is h i g h

has no shame either, whenever hes horny he just goes to fetch you

youre cooking? well, now youre not anymore

acts like he would fuck you in public but really doesnt want to

you body getting railed is his sight alone and no one elses

it a fucking tease

much like Silvio, it takes some time before he lets you cum

loves the faces you make and sometimes teases you with them

would 100% counter anything with ,,sure, but last night you didn't seem to mind that much~''

even in public

someone rip out this mans (talented) tongue please

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #nokto klein #clavis lelouch #rio ortiz #silvio ricci #sariel noir #keith howell #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri headcanons #ikemen x reader #gn! reader

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“Strength Training”

¶Pairing: Ichigo x Reader x White Ichigo:

¶Synopsis: Ichigo is known to be a little brass, but still very controlled. But sometimes, he just wants to let loose, he wants to see how far he can really go. Ichigo doesn’t know is own strength, but he’s very excited to experiment on you.

¶Tags: Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Overall Possessiveness, Mating Press, Hollow..sex?

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You know that Ichigo hasnt been around anyone weaker than you in a very very long time. And he doesnt mean to say that like its bad thing. Everyone around him is practically immortal. Honestly, every time he talks about how "weak" you are, his get a tad darker. But its gone in a blink and you are confused if you even saw it. You even think you saw a tinge of yellow briefly. But you tried not to really think about it.

But that was just poor foresight on your part.

Because its so easy to forget how strong ichigo is. How he just..picks you up and softly manhandles you if you just happen to be in his way. Makes your thighs squeeze together so tightly when he picks you up by the waist and helps you grab that thing from the top shelf. He does it so often that he'll do it instinctively. Even around others. And will always have the audacity to blush and tell Renji to shut up when he teases him about it.

One time you mentioned about your insecurity of maybe being heavy and the way Ichigo looks at you- as if you had insulted him, and says,

"I throw enemies 10 times the size of you with one hand, I doubt a few pounds will do anything to my physique" And you hope he doesnt catch the shiver trapping down your spine.

What also makes it even worse is when his hollow comes around and snickers at you for it. Aiding in the torture that is ichigos strength. The hollow loves the thought of considering himself a Prince to you. Willing to carry you to the kitchen bridal style just so you can get a drink of water. You adore them both, and you dont mind getting carried, so you dont mind indulging them.

So when its movie night and midway you are lifted up into Ichigos lap, you think nothing of it.

Until he starts kissing your neck and grinding up into you slowly. Making sure to grab your hips, with steady strong hands, strong enough to make sure you dont move.

"You okay?" he whispers, its muttered fast, as if he's singularly being the only reason he's holding back.

But you wouldnt mind if he did more.

And so you that. And his grip becomes tighter

Hands tugging and pulling a little too hard and youre a little struck surprised when squeezes your tits disrespectfully. He's usually so gentle, concentrating on you- always wanting you to come first.

His hands are hot as he grabs on to rapidly moving downward until he pulls you closer, your back hitting his chest as he spreads your legs wider, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Want more princess?" The gravel snickering makes you freeze. Huff out an astonished breath as a white hand close fully around your still clothed cunt. And the other gripping at your neck. Cupping and squeezing as he waits for your surprise to abate.

"I've seen how you look at me Princess, like you wanna see how someone like me can make you scream. And I can, beauty- you wont ever have to question it again." He squeezes your cheek and hes too eager and gripping too hard, but you moan regardless. The pain is divine.

You have to try to sit up and clear your head while he's kissing down the back of your neck because

"I-ichigo, what about-"

"You dont need to worry about King, he's right here- waiting. He's just decided that its about time to share his prize" The yellowed eyes and twisted mouth were definitely put upon in a pout. As if theyve been arguing about this for a while.

"Think King just likes to tease me, making sure to call me every time you two fuck- to watch him slide his cock in you and not be able to touch you." You gasp as he wrestles you and flips you underneathe him. Its so easy for him to use his brute strength. Crowding your space and forcing you to wince and put your hands on the arm of the couch, with a gruff "keep them there" that oddly sounded like Ichigos voice, as he slides a slender finger inside of you.

"Fuck youre already so wet, you wanted to fuck me? Couldnt wait until you got your hands on me huh, is it hot knowing that your boyfriend and I are one in the same- that we want the same thing?" He leans in further towards your lips, brushing them back and forth, grinning when he bites your lips so hard they bleed a little.

"To ruin you. Throw you around and make you feel it."

"All wet and desperate just because im manhandling you."

"Ha. I doubt it, you both dont have the guts to even fuck me the way I want"

And maybe you should have kept your mouth closed, because you see a flash of both the Hollows and Ichigos eyes go gold and still.

He grabs your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open to slide his hollow tongue into your throat, making you gag. The kiss is famished. Hot, and wet- messy. Saliva dripping down the side of your chin as you try run away. His laugh becoming maniacal, and he chases you and ruts his cock against you. Barely paying mind to the small ounce of clothing that your wearing, you can feel every part of his dick through his pants. Him only pausing to bite at your bloodied lips before shoving his tongue back down, iron filling your mouth.

And you're starting to get whiny, you want him inside now.

"So fucking cute, begging like that- cant believe he kept this from me."

The Hollow grumbles this as he sucks big dark bruises into your neck that sting. And from the looks of it, itll look like you've been mauled tomorrow when you see everyone. Ichigo looks pleased as punch at that thought.

"You want it?" You can tell that its your orange haired lover at this point, but he is...different. Grabbing his cock and smacking it against your slit- hard.

But you dont run, if anything you want more. Anticipation overriding any emotion as he slides your sleep shorts to the side. Humming and pinching your clit meanly making you squeal and try to close your legs. He holds your legs open so easily, no matter how much you struggle. And you hope you dont moan loud enough for him to hear how much that turned you on.

He pins your hands harder above the couch, pushing them further down into the cushions, your readiness liable to kill you.

Ichigo pauses for a moment, considering- before he completely rips open the crotch part of the sleeping shorts- leaving a gaping hole of fabric falling off. Him humming about how much better it is. About how much he wants to abuse your cute insides. Make it theirs so no one else will ever have to touch you again.

He folds you in half, feet close to your ears, and he slides into you before you can even blink. Hole convulsing around you as he buries his dick deep. He's gritting his teeth as he shoves his cock into you, so hard its making you yelp. He's completely flushed, eyelashes fluttering and eyes flickering from Ichigo and hollow in blinks as he processes the pleasure. Groaning when he hits your spot perfectly over and over.

Fucking Ichigo always feels like a warm river, nice and flowing and steady- sometimes changing- but comfortable, nonetheless. But it seemed today, he had an agenda, fucking into you without prep. It makes you choke on your own breath as pleasure and pain crash down on you tenfold. The maniacal laughter is the only thing that makes you remember that the hollow is still there. Making sure you feel wave after wave of pleasure. Not taking long to come crashing down. Screaming at how brutal and intense he's got you.

"Such a good fucking hole. Fuck, youre gonna make me come already." He doesn’t mention that he plans to keep going until you’re fucked braindead, especially when you realize he hasn’t gone soft at all. Coming inside you and continuing to thrust, loving the way you cry out of oversensitivity and try to push him away. Ichigo grabs both your thighs and forces you closer, making sure you're encasing him fully in warm heat and it makes you scream at being filled so full and so fast again.

"You can take it until i come right?"

#bleach #ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x reader #bleach x reader #im crying its fine we're fine.#thithesandofferings

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