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lisafication · 11 months

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For those who might happen across this, I'm an administrator for the forum 'Sufficient Velocity', a large old-school forum oriented around Creative Writing. I originally posted this on there (and any reference to 'here' will mean the forum), but I felt I might as well throw it up here, as well, even if I don't actually have any followers.

This week, I've been reading fanfiction on Archive of Our Own (AO3), a site run by the Organisation for Transformative Works (OTW), a non-profit. This isn't particularly exceptional, in and of itself — like many others on the site, I read a lot of fanfiction, both on Sufficient Velocity (SV) and elsewhere — however what was bizarre to me was encountering a new prefix on certain works, that of 'End OTW Racism'. While I'm sure a number of people were already familiar with this, I was not, so I looked into it.

What I found... wasn't great. And I don't think anyone involved realises that.

To summarise the details, the #EndOTWRacism campaign, of which you may find their manifesto here, is a campaign oriented towards seeing hateful or discriminatory works removed from AO3 — and believe me, there is a lot of it. To whit, they want the OTW to moderate them. A laudable goal, on the face of it — certainly, we do something similar on Sufficient Velocity with Rule 2 and, to be clear, nothing I say here is a critique of Rule 2 (or, indeed, Rule 6) on SV.

But it's not that simple, not when you're the size of Archive of Our Own. So, let's talk about the vagaries and little-known pitfalls of content moderation, particularly as it applies to digital fiction and at scale. Let's dig into some of the details — as far as credentials go, I have, unfortunately, been in moderation and/or administration on SV for about six years and this is something we have to grapple with regularly, so I would like to say I can speak with some degree of expertise on the subject.

So, what are the problems with moderating bad works from a site? Let's start with discovery— that is to say, how you find rule-breaching works in the first place. There are more-or-less two different ways to approach manual content moderation of open submissions on a digital platform: review-based and report-based (you could also call them curation-based and flag-based), with various combinations of the two. Automated content moderation isn't something I'm going to cover here — I feel I can safely assume I'm preaching to the choir when I say it's a bad idea, and if I'm not, I'll just note that the least absurd outcome we had when simulating AI moderation (mostly for the sake of an academic exercise) on SV was banning all the staff.

In a review-based system, you check someone's work and approve it to the site upon verifying that it doesn't breach your content rules. Generally pretty simple, we used to do something like it on request. Unfortunately, if you do that, it can void your safe harbour protections in the US per Myeress vs. Buzzfeed Inc. This case, if you weren't aware, is why we stopped offering content review on SV. Suffice to say, it's not really a realistic option for anyone large enough for the courts to notice, and extremely clunky and unpleasant for the users, to boot.

Report-based systems, on the other hand, are something we use today — users find works they think are in breach and alert the moderation team to their presence with a report. On SV, this works pretty well — a user or users flag a work as potentially troublesome, moderation investigate it and either action it or reject the report. Unfortunately, AO3 is not SV. I'll get into the details of that dreadful beast known as scaling later, but thankfully we do have a much better comparison point — fanfiction.net (FFN).

FFN has had two great purges over the years, with a... mixed amount of content moderation applied in between: one in 2002 when the NC-17 rating was removed, and one in 2012. Both, ostensibly, were targeted at adult content. In practice, many fics that wouldn't raise an eye on Spacebattles today or Sufficient Velocity prior to 2018 were also removed; a number of reports suggest that something as simple as having a swearword in your title or summary was enough to get you hit, even if you were a 'T' rated work. Most disturbingly of all, there are a number of — impossible to substantiate — accounts of groups such as the infamous Critics United 'mass reporting' works to trigger a strike to get them removed. I would suggest reading further on places like Fanlore if you are unfamiliar and want to know more.

Despite its flaws however, report-based moderation is more-or-less the only option, and this segues neatly into the next piece of the puzzle that is content moderation, that is to say, the rubric. How do you decide what is, and what isn't against the rules of your site?

Anyone who's complained to the staff about how vague the rules are on SV may have had this explained to them, but as that is likely not many of you, I'll summarise: the more precise and clear-cut your chosen rubric is, the more it will inevitably need to resemble a legal document — and the less readable it is to the layman. We'll return to SV for an example here: many newer users will not be aware of this, but SV used to have a much more 'line by line, clearly delineated' set of rules and... people kind of hated it! An infraction would reference 'Community Compact III.15.5' rather than Rule 3, because it was more or less written in the same manner as the Terms of Service (sans the legal terms of art). While it was a more legible rubric from a certain perspective, from the perspective of communicating expectations to the users it was inferior to our current set of rules — even less of them read it, and we don't have great uptake right now.

And it still wasn't really an improvement over our current set-up when it comes to 'moderation consistency'. Even without getting into the nuts and bolts of "how do you define a racist work in a way that does not, at any point, say words to the effect of 'I know it when I see it'" — which is itself very, very difficult don't get me wrong I'm not dismissing this — you are stuck with finding an appropriate footing between a spectrum of 'the US penal code' and 'don't be a dick' as your rubric. Going for the penal code side doesn't help nearly as much as you might expect with moderation consistency, either — no matter what, you will never have a 100% correct call rate. You have the impossible task of writing a rubric that is easy for users to comprehend, extremely clear for moderation and capable of cleanly defining what is and what isn't racist without relying on moderator judgement, something which you cannot trust when operating at scale.

Speaking of scale, it's time to move on to the third prong — and the last covered in this ramble, which is more of a brief overview than anything truly in-depth — which is resources. Moderation is not a magic wand, you can't conjure it out of nowhere: you need to spend an enormous amount of time, effort and money on building, training and equipping a moderation staff, even a volunteer one, and it is far, far from an instant process. Our most recent tranche of moderators spent several months in training and it will likely be some months more before they're fully comfortable in the role — and that's with a relatively robust bureaucracy and a number of highly experienced mentors supporting them, something that is not going to be available to a new moderation branch with little to no experience. Beyond that, there's the matter of sheer numbers.

Combining both moderation and arbitration — because for volunteer staff, pure moderation is in actuality less efficient in my eyes, for a variety of reasons beyond the scope of this post, but we'll treat it as if they're both just 'moderators' — SV presently has 34 dedicated moderation volunteers. SV hosts ~785 million words of creative writing.

AO3 hosts ~32 billion.

These are some very rough and simplified figures, but if you completely ignore all the usual problems of scaling manpower in a business (or pseudo-business), such as (but not limited to) geometrically increasing bureaucratic complexity and administrative burden, along with all the particular issues of volunteer moderation... AO3 would still need well over one thousand volunteer moderators to be able to match SV's moderator-to-creative-wordcount ratio.

Paid moderation, of course, you can get away with less — my estimate is that you could fully moderate SV with, at best, ~8 full-time moderators, still ignoring administrative burden above the level of team leader. This leaves AO3 only needing a much more modest ~350 moderators. At the US minimum wage of ~$15k p.a. — which is, in my eyes, deeply unethical to pay moderators as full-time moderation is an intensely gruelling role with extremely high rates of PTSD and other stress-related conditions — that is approximately ~$5.25m p.a. costs on moderator wages. Their average annual budget is a bit over $500k.

So, that's obviously not on the table, and we return to volunteer staffing. Which... let's examine that scenario and the questions it leaves us with, as our conclusion.

Let's say, through some miracle, AO3 succeeds in finding those hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of volunteer moderators. We'll even say none of them are malicious actors or sufficiently incompetent as to be indistinguishable, and that they manage to replicate something on the level of or superior to our moderation tooling near-instantly at no cost. We still have several questions to be answered:

How are you maintaining consistency? Have you managed to define racism to the point that moderator judgment no longer enters the equation? And to be clear, you cannot allow moderator judgment to be a significant decision maker at this scale, or you will end with absurd results.

How are you handling staff mental health? Some reading on the matter, to save me a lengthy and unrelated explanation of some of the steps involved in ensuring mental health for commercial-scale content moderators.

How are you handling your failures? No moderation in the world has ever succeeded in a 100% accuracy rate, what are you doing about that?

Using report-based discovery, how are you preventing 'report brigading', such as the theories surrounding Critics United mentioned above? It is a natural human response to take into account the amount and severity of feedback. While SV moderators are well trained on the matter, the rare times something is receiving enough reports to potentially be classified as a 'brigade' on that scale will nearly always be escalated to administration, something completely infeasible at (you're learning to hate this word, I'm sure) scale.

How are you communicating expectations to your user base? If you're relying on a flag-based system, your users' understanding of the rules is a critical facet of your moderation system — how have you managed to make them legible to a layman while still managing to somehow 'truly' define racism?

How are you managing over one thousand moderators? Like even beyond all the concerns with consistency, how are you keeping track of that many moving parts as a volunteer organisation without dozens or even hundreds of professional managers? I've ignored the scaling administrative burden up until now, but it has to be addressed in reality.

What are you doing to sweep through your archives? SV is more-or-less on-top of 'old' works as far as rule-breaking goes, with the occasional forgotten tidbit popping up every 18 months or so — and that's what we're extrapolating from. These thousand-plus moderators are mostly going to be addressing current or near-current content, are you going to spin up that many again to comb through the 32 billion words already posted?

I could go on for a fair bit here, but this has already stretched out to over two thousand words.

I think the people behind this movement have their hearts in the right place and the sentiment is laudable, but in practice it is simply 'won't someone think of the children' in a funny hat. It cannot be done.

Even if you could somehow meet the bare minimum thresholds, you are simply not going to manage a ruleset of sufficient clarity so as to prevent a much-worse repeat of the 2012 FF.net massacre, you are not going to be able to manage a moderation staff of that size and you are not going to be able to ensure a coherent understanding among all your users (we haven't managed that after nearly ten years and a much smaller and more engaged userbase). There's a serious number of other issues I haven't covered here as well, as this really is just an attempt at giving some insight into the sheer number of moving parts behind content moderation: the movement wants off-site content to be policed which isn't so much its own barrel of fish as it is its own barrel of Cthulhu; AO3 is far from English-only and would in actuality need moderators for almost every language it supports — and most damning of all, if Section 230 is wiped out by the Supreme Court it is not unlikely that engaging in content moderation at all could simply see AO3 shut down.

As sucky as it seems, the current status quo really is the best situation possible. Sorry about that.

#archive of our own #endotwracism #end otw racism #content moderation #sufficient velocity #i hate how much i know about this topic

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sordidmusings · 6 months

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Loose Lips (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: Fulfillment of this request! Thank you for making a request dear anon 💕 I really hope that it's what you wanted because it kind of grew into a whole thing 😬 also this is going to be this week's Thirsty Thursday!

@fanaticsnail brilliantly suggested this song for the fic!

Word Count: ~5.7k (~3.1k of smut 💀)

Warnings: Fem!afab!reader, NSWF very naughty indeed, praise, degredation, p in v, chop chop tomfoolery, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk, dom!Buggy, jealous and heavily possessive Buggy, manhandling/forceful treatment, Gossip time with The Girls (probably ooc but let me have this), trashing your partner (he deserves it), allusions to gaslighting and emotional abuse, starts with humor then just needy but then devolves into lots of smut I promise 💀, some fluff at the end cuz I had to

~Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of endless perversion~

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Buggy had the most shit-eating grin, and it only grew wider with each word you said. He was sunk deep into his chair, feet thrown on the table in front of him, nursing his fifth beer. Taking another gulp, he eyed you over the rim of his tankard. You were only starting your third drink, but to his delight that was enough of a buzz for you to loosen up. Normally, you were quite the skittish little thing around him, and while it was cute he wanted to see and know more of you. He’s always been quite infatuated with you and wished that he had more time with you to sate his want for your presence (and to fuel his fantasies). Tonight, that wish was granted when you had seated yourself next to him instead of your normal drinking buddies on the crew. It may have been Mohji’s usual seat, but whatever you claimed in his presence was immediately yours to him. Mohji was also easy to convince with a warning glare and sharp nod to the chair beside Cabaji.

Speaking of your usual drinking buddies, one in particular had taken to giving Buggy quite the sour look. It only fed Buggy’s smugness more. He wasn’t exactly a fan of your boyfriend in the first place. His dislike was quickly turning into disdain as well with the picture you had been painting for him. It was filled with unappreciated gestures, expected caretaking with no reciprocation, and an absolute bulldozing of your emotions. Clearly, this man boy didn’t deserve you. Possibly not even a spot on the ship with how poorly he’d been treating Buggy’s favorite. That’s probably why said boy was looking so pissy and threatened over there in his corner with your friends. Buggy raised his drink in a sarcastic cheers to him while you were distracted with a joke Cabaji had made at your partner’s expense. When your chuckles tapered off, your face started to pinch with apprehension.

“I feel kind of bad. I mean, you’re his crew and captain and I’m just here bitching to you,” you lamented. Your eyes widened with a sudden thought and you groaned. “Oh no, I must sound like a bratty teen gossiping about their partner.”

“Sounds like you’ve already tried talking it out with him,” Cabaji said. At your shy nod, he continues, “Then fuck it - you gotta get it out.”

“I know, but it’s all so stupid and trivial.” You were hunching back into yourself, staring down at your fingers while they played with your glass in your lap. There’s a flick on your forehead, and your head darts up to see Buggy’s hand floating back to him.

“S’not stupid if you’re upset,” he asserts, much to your astonishment. Buggy always struck you as more of the “suck it up buttercup” type. Wait, he was; you’d seen him bark or laugh at pouting crew members more often than not. You had seen him give some comfort, too, but it was always for something inarguably large in scale. Unexpected sympathy from the torch you’ve held longest should have been enough for you to cheer back up, but the vicious fight you’d had with your partner this afternoon still had all your thoughts trending negative. The confrontation had been brewing for a long while, but knowing it was coming didn’t shield you from the hurt.

“Then it’s pathetic,” you argued. “I mean, only sad lovers in sappy plays cry themselves to sleep right?” You tried to play it off as a joke, but the laugh you used to chase it was hollow.

“You’ve been crying?” Mohji asked, worry showing in his face and voice. Next to him, Cabaji scowled and Buggy sat up straight, even placing his feet on the floor.

“Yeah but I’m just being dramatic; I’m a bit oversensitive,” you said, echoing the words your boyfriend had long worked into you.

“No,” Buggy bit out. “I’ve seen you stare down pirates twice your size, coming at you cussing and swinging. You passed the berating month when you got here, and that has had lesser pirates sob their way back off the ship. Hell, you’ve been stabbed and you were more concerned with your friends crying about it.” Buggy snorted and shook his head, distracting you with the way the blue hair swayed from his hat. His heavy leather boots plonked back on the table, rattling the cups and plates, and he shuffled back down into his seat. The look he gave you was bordering on offended. “You’re not dramatic or too sensitive.”

You think your heart may burst - did he really have such a strong opinion of your character? You may have sought Buggy’s presence out because you were upset and you feel protected around him, but you never would’ve dreamed that the outcome would feed your infatuation such a hefty meal.

“He’s been feeding you bullshit hasn’t he?” Cabaji butted in, tone full of contempt.

“He might have… been the one to tell me that first,” you answered hesitantly. Your brows furrowed. Did you really think that of yourself or had he thought it loud enough for the both of you? Was he the only one who thought it? You became stuck looking for answers in the dark liquid in your cup. Meanwhile, the looks Buggy gave your boyfriend had taken on a lot more accusation and threat than teasing.

“See now that’s pathetic,” Cabaji scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “A man who has to belittle his partner is no man at all.”

“Yeah, he’s probably scared ‘cause he knows half the crew would gun for you if you left him,” Mohji laughed. It got you to perk up a touch and giggle with him. Buggy’s hard expression eased at the sound and the sight of a genuine smile pressing at your cheeks.

“Ah, some actual attention would be nice,” you sighed wistfully. Your voice became bitter when you muttered, “Besides digs and requests for sex of course.” Buggy choked on his drink, causing him to pound on his chest in an attempt to recover quickly. The other two were hooting at both your partner’s and Buggy’s expense.

“He’s that bad that he has to beg for it?” Cabaji snarked gleefully.

“Unfortunately,” you grumbled, pouting into your drink. “I don’t really find him attractive anymore either.”

“Oh no, sweetcheeks,” Buggy admonished, “You should not put up with some manipulative brat who can’t even please you.” Beyond his distaste for seeing you upset and mistreated, his glee at the wedge between you and your partner left him feeling fluttery. He did have a small pit twisting in his gut though; why would you even go to him if you were barely attracted to one of his most handsome men?

“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” you sighed dreamily, smitten from hearing him send a pet name your way and from his persistent defense of you. Your words and the lovesick look you gave Buggy had him short circuit. He needed to grab at this train of thought and pull the whole thing from you.

“I’m your favorite?” Buggy rushed out. Cabaji and Mohji smirked at each other before looking back to see how this played out.

“Well, um, yeah it’s always been you,” you mumbled. Before you could stop it, your mouth kept moving. “I’ve always wanted you but felt stupid doing anything about it. You’re just really impressive with how well you run the ship and with your chop chop thing and how you don’t turn people away because they’re different and you’re always there for us when we really need you and also your hair is really pretty and you’ve taken really good care of me - um - all of us and you’re so strong and really hot doing like anything and I should-” you finally took a breath “-I should shut up.”

Buggy stared at you wide eyed, mouth agape. The duo next to him was trying to keep in their snickers and doing just an awful job of it. You took another gulp of your drink for something to do. Gods, you don’t think your face has ever felt so hot. You cleared your throat and said, “I think I should-”

“You’re breaking up with him,” Buggy told you. You blinked.

“I am?” you asked, not upset with the idea but confused at the sudden order.

“You are,” Buggy confirmed. His drink was placed on the table with a firm clunk, which his feet echoed on the floor. When he stood before you, you had to crane your neck up to see him with how he loomed into your space. His expression was one you’d never seen on him before; he looked ready to snatch you up and bite down. His sea-green eyes glimmered through the shadows cast across his face. He jerks his chin at the drink in your hand. “That’s your third right?”

“Yes, Captain, my um-” you gave an embarrassed smile “-my mouth gets affected far before everything else.”

“So you feel okay?” he checked one more time, eyes boring into your own and making you feel naked.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good,” he started, leaning even more over you and placing his gloved hands on your cheeks. The fabric felt soft and warm and you found yourself leaning into it. “Then you are coming with me.”

Buggy stepped back, leaving his arms with you. One moved around your back and the other behind your knees. They lifted you up and brought you to him in one smooth motion. You still yelped without any jerking, bringing attention to yourself from many of the drinking pirates crammed below deck with you. Flustered, you hid your face in the soft fur lining his coat. Buggy turned to his two highest ranked men. He took in their shit-eating grins and sneered back, mostly in jest.

Buggy moved his look over at your group of friends and most importantly your (ex-)boyfriend. While your friends mostly looked confused (and one giving a thumbs up), the idiot of the hour was livid. Buggy smiled slow and wide, making his canines shine threateningly in the flickering lamplights, and he detached a hand just to flick his fingers in a cheeky wave.

“Cabaji. Mohji.” They straightened at his tone. “Let that one know he’s no longer on my crew and he figures out a way off the ship by tomorrow night or I’m throwing him overboard.”

“Aye, Captain!” They both cheered, tipping their drinks his way.

“Now,” Buggy said softly. He turned and began walking in long strides, expertly weaving through the passing plates, flailing arms, and spinning bodies of his merry band of misfits. The gentle bob and sway of being in his arms managed to settle your scrambling heart and mind, if only a bit. He paused when he reached the stairs to the upper deck. The cheek he leaned down onto the top of your head calmed you even further. “You’re coming with me to my cabin to make up for lost time. Okay?”

Your heart thudded strongly and pressed up at your throat. Your eyes burned. He was still checking in? To give yourself a moment to get rid of the lump in your throat, you turned your head and gave a few soft kisses to the base of his neck. Even through his cravat, the action made him shiver. Finally, you answered, “Yes, Captain Buggy.”

The flight up the stairs and to Buggy’s cabin was much swifter and more impatient. Both of you found yourselves thanking the Gods for his devil fruit abilities when they let him open the way without sacrificing his hold on you. He refused to release you until he was kicking his door shut behind him and tearing off his jacket. You took the time to admire the way the muscles in his arms moved as he threw off his hat. His upper body popped up and flew to you so his legs could work at toeing off his boots. You welcomed him to you with open arms and grasping fingers.

Buggy’s grip around you was demanding, one hand fisted in your hair and the other fisted in your shirt. You happily listened to their directions, pushing further into him and offering him your lips. His decorated eyes closed and his painted lips dove to feel yours, only to stop just a hair short.

“After this you’re mine.” His voice rumbled against your chest and his lips tickled against yours with each syllable. There was a jolt as his legs got back to his body, causing your lips to brush in the closest mimic of a kiss yet. You whined right against the brush of his red lips and pawed at the front of his shirt to ask for more. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Captain.” The words were barely out of your mouth before he was stealing the breath from your lungs. The kiss immediately became open mouthed; he had needed to taste you since he set eyes on you and he had deprived himself of the chance long enough. It was full of dancing tongues, eager lips, and bumping noses and it was better than you had let yourself hope for.

“You have any idea how long that fucker kept you from me,” he growled. His arms kept you to him in the fervent kiss but his hands flew off to start undoing your pants. Their movements were jerky and rushed and the tugging at your pants made the garment rub pleasantly across your skin. Your body felt alive with the taste of his lips, the pressure of his arms and the pulling of his hands.

“You’ll never think of him again,” Buggy promised darkly between kisses, while his hands began harsh tugs to get your pants and underwear down. When you were stepping out of them, he finally moved back far enough from you to let his hands work on ripping your shirt over your head. Buggy’s lips were back on you before your hair even had time to settle back into place. He nipped your bottom lip and kissed his way to your ear. His hands were making quick work of your bra. “I’m going to replace every bit of his touch on your body with my own.”

Shivers trembled through your body at the feeling of his words being breathed into your ear. The tingling sensation bouncing under your skin only intensified when his hands wedged between your chests and began thumbing at your hardened nipples. While he started walking backwards to the bed, you set on undoing his too numerous belt buckles. You needed to feel his skin on you now. At your unhappy moan, Buggy had his hands help you.

“Impatient?” he teased. He got another whine for his answer. At last, all his belts were undone. The thick one from his waist thunked onto the floor and his shirt followed soon after, pushed off by hurried hands sweeping from pec over shoulder. You hummed at the feeling of his chest hair against your palm and his muscles flexing and moving in your grip. Your arms then wrapped behind his neck, pulling him in to feel his chest press to yours. You jumped at the unexpected feeling of his chest hair teasing at your nipples, making them send pleasant tingles across your skin. His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you in just as tightly, making you feel caged and at his mercy. Groping hands separated from his arms to work at the flesh of your hips and ass, the fabric of his gloves causing extra friction.

Buggy’s lips had made their way back to yours, trailing burning kisses and red paint, and his prodding tongue slid back through your parted lips. Your hurried fingers pulled the bandana from his head and scratched across his scalp, setting his hair free. Blue waves cascaded down to tickle your arms and sweep at your cheeks. Your hands broke through the curtain of his soft hair to rid him of his cravat. While your hands continue seeking ways to touch him, his hands left you to swiftly yank each glove off. When his touch came back to you, Buggy moaned loudly at the feeling of your bare, flushed skin under his fingers and palms.

His hands massaged their way down to the backs of your thighs. While he sat himself down on the bed, he used this grip to pull you into his lap. You shivered and moaned as your bare pussy finally got some friction against the leather of his pants. Even through the thick material, you could feel his length twitch against you. An iron grip clamped onto your hips and set the pace of your needy grinding. “Fuck, sweets, you’re gonna ruin my pants. That wet already?”

“Can’t help it,” you whined. “I’ve wanted you so long.” You emphasized your words by grinding down more firmly against him, sliding easily through your slick on the supple leather.

“Fuuuuck,” Buggy groaned low, throwing his head back at the sensations sparking through him with each push of your hips. He pressed back into you with more insistence. “Wanted to take more time with you, treasure, but you’re making it fucking hard.”

He used his chop chop powers to stay attached to you again, separating from his feet so he could float you two to the center of the bed. The weightlessness and tipping of your balance shot adrenaline through you and had your weight increasing the pressure of his hard on against your clit. You dragged nails down Buggy’s chest in your bid for stability, earning a grumbling moan from him.

You may have been the one on top of him, but it was clear from his controlling hands and commanding lips that he was the one in charge. You’d let him keep that power forever if it meant you kept getting to feel his touch tearing into you and taste his skin and tongue and teeth. The smell of your own arousal mixing with the hazy scent of him emanating from his body and sheets had your muscles turning liquid, save the ones helping your hips lure pleasure from his.

At the next drag of his hips across your cunt, you felt the pressure slide downward and leave you. Your thighs still felt his torso squeezed between them but the lack of support under your pelvis startled you and you began to pull back.

“No, no, sweet thing,” Buggy soothed, “Stay right here.” He trapped you to him with a hand to the back of your head and the other gripping the back of your shoulder. Your sense came back to you a little bit, reminding you of the chop chop fruit, and you relaxed slightly. Foggy eyes watched you as your muscles loosened and you eased back down for your mouths to meet again. The hand in your hair became a fist, urging you even closer, while the other disappeared. The feel of smearing makeup added to the delicious mess of the kiss, all wet lips and sliding tongues.

You slowly raised your hips up in the air, pressing your chest more firmly into his and relieving your thighs of the burn from keeping yourself hovered. Your elbows took the rest of your weight and your hands clung to Buggy’s shoulder and bicep. The air of the room sent a chill through you with how it contrasted to the wet heat you had presented. You weren’t chilled for long though; the draft of the room suddenly stopped reaching you and the bed dipped between your knees as a weight settled there. You felt knees nudging the inside of your own further apart and you happily let them, eagerly arching your cunt even higher.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Buggy growled against your lips. Warm skin met the back of your thighs then the plush of your ass. You let out chirping moans, muffled against his mouth, in burning joy when you felt the slide of his bare cock drag through your lips. “Such an eager little bitch for me; you ever go ass up for him?”

“No,” you panted. “N-no -hah- never, Captain.” Buggy nipped at your lips before he started his way down to your neck. You eagerly arched your chin up and out of the way, getting rewarded with a boiling hot lick across your pulse. Between his ravenous mouth and grinding hips, you were losing track of anything but the impulse to chase what feels good. And all of his touch ravaging over you felt so fucking good.

The way your hips circled back into his had Buggy losing his mind - he needed to grab at every piece of you, feel you under lips and tongue and teeth and nails, and he needed to feel your warm swollen walls wrapped around him. A thought occurred to him and his mouth flung to your ear.

“Has he ever fucked you raw?” It came out as more of an angry snarl than real words. “Did you let yourself be his little slut?” Hips pressed forward meanly, nearly lifting your knees off of the bed with how he was forcing you to arch. “Answer me.” A hand clamped onto your jaw. Fingers released your hair to dig into the sides of your neck.

“No, sir!” you gasped, delicious pain bringing you back some clarity.

“My perfect girl.” You felt the grumble of his voice vibrate from his chest to yours. Your jaw was released. The punishing pressure on your spine eased as Buggy backed off, only to use his free hand to guide your hips back into greedy grinds. You wanted his handprint marked there forever, and Buggy wouldn’t disappoint. The grip controlling your neck jerked you to look him in the eyes. They were blurry and black with lust, looking like they would be quenched by nothing less than swallowing you whole. “Waiting for your Captain to be the one in your cunt? Already knew that you’re my whore?” The clumsy huffs and moans of “yes” that spilled from your mouth went straight to Buggy’s cock, each one making it throb against you.

“Let me.” His knees pressed at yours and you spread even wider, opening up enough for your clit to constantly rub between the base of his cock and his heavy balls. “Gotta be inside you - own every part of you.” His dominating grip on your hip forced the long grinds into tight circles weighted on your clit. Buggy tugged you down in a quick, needy kiss, tasting the whines on your tongue. “Fuck, give it to me; be mine and I’ll fuck you like this every day, buy you anything you want, do anything you want.”

You were so close already, head buzzing from his rabid pleas and the restricting grip into the sides of your neck. Your heartbeat had moved to pound between your hips, matching the rhythm of his hips grinding into you. If it weren’t for his hand at your neck, your head would’ve lolled forward to leave you drooling against his chest.

Buggy’s detached hand slid over your ass to guide the head of his cock to press at your twitching entrance. The moment he was lined up, his hand flipped down to cup your mound and grind the heel of his palm over your swollen bud. His head stretched you wider than you’re used to and you were already tripping over the edge when you felt yourself pop over the rim of his tip. “Gods, fuck, sweets, you feel like heaven.” He kept sliding in, the stretch not easing as he worked you open. “Never -nnngh- leaving this cunt.” The forearm around your back forced you into his chest even harder. “Gonna tie you up and fuck you all day, shit!” His hips finally met yours, rooted right above the palm still massaging at you.

The first drag back, full of his mushroomed tip pulling at your clenching walls, was your favorite thing you’d ever felt. You could only manage its deliberate push and pull, ending with a shove you felt pressing through your stomach, three more times. “Yes -hahh- yes, y-yes -nnnnghaahh- yes, yes, yes yesyesyes”

Bright pleasure tore up your spine to explode in your head and fizzle out through your every muscle. Your eyes screwed shut, your feet kicked up to clench by your jolting hips, and your fingers dug and trembled into Buggy’s skin. You shoved your head down, forehead pressing into the sweaty side of Buggy’s neck, open mouth gasping out hot air and high pitched moans. Distantly, you heard him darkly muttering, “Fucking hell, good slut, goddamn you’re perfect -mmmmnnhh- my perfect girl.”

Buggy’s grip on you became bruising as he held off on cumming with you. He’d just barely got a taste of the squeeze of your cunt and he needed more. He’d grit his teeth in desperation when he felt you milking him so soon after he had adjusted to the blissful feeling of sinking into you. Now he was absolutely sure he was going to steal you away and keep you forever. He needed to feel your pleasure and desperation at his touch every second of every day for the rest of his life.

“Such a whore, so eager to cum for me,” Buggy praised. He was brushing your hair from your face with shaky fingers, guiding you back from your orgasm. He continued his steady thrusts into you but eased up on his palm when your body went limp. You looked absolutely pathetic slumped against him, ass held in the air still being used for his pleasure.

“That stupid boy ever get you to sound like that?” he goaded. The closest you got to giving a response was a breathy “nuh”. Buggy kissed at your hairline and began picking up the speed of his hips. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good pussy and milk me dry.”

Buggy’s thrusts became punishing and insistent, chasing the blissful pulsing clench of your cunt that he felt at the end of every full stroke. The heel of his palm jostled your clit with each slap of his hips against you, slipping easily against you from how much he had you dripping. Even so, your nerves burned in a way that was just slightly too much. You arched harder to try and lighten the sensation but that only angled your hips so that he hit his hand harder on each thrust. Every impact felt like an electric shock, knocking a high and breathy moan from you each time.

“Sounds so good, treasure, keep singing for me,” Buggy moaned, breath tickling the top of your ear. He wanted to slow himself down to hear you longer, taste you longer, feel the hot wet plush of your pussy forever, but he couldn’t control himself no matter how hard he tried. His body clung to and plunged into you, driven by uncontrolled instinct. He needed to grab and consume you until he couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. He’d finally admitted to himself how much he was dying to see and own all of you. Now he had you blissed out and pliant against him and he could no longer stand living without knowing the feeling of emptying his cock into you.

“Captain,” you hiccuped, “C-Captain Buggyyyyy, ‘s too much.” You tilted your head up to moan and bite at his neck, needing something to ground you. The salt and heat on your tongue cut through some of the blinding haze. Your fingers kept digging at him to find some kind of anchor in those slick, tensing muscles.

“You can do it, sweets,” he encouraged breathlessly. “Just -fuck- just be my good whore, just let me hahhhave my fill and I’ll -nnngah- help you rest.” You managed a weak “yes sir” between your moans and whines and Buggy’s hips managed to give you even more. Every nerve he touched inside you was scorching and screaming with the delicious friction and stretch of him pounding into you. Buggy felt the same searing bliss ripping through him, emptying his mind of everything but desire and possession.

Buggy groans, “So close! You’ve been soooooo fucking good for me, my perfect slut.” The hand at your neck had switched back into fisting your hair, so he could drag you up and moan right in your ear. The palm at your clit became a tightly circling thumb and your limp body jolted back to life, clawing, grinding, shaking, and gasping. “That’s fucking it, treasure, need you to cum again and -ahh- I’ll fill you up.”

You used whatever strength you had left to bounce back on his hips. Your used muscles were pounding and swollen, but the praising sounds and extra friction you got with each move had you never wanting to stop. You never knew how good it felt to be fucked hard enough for the force to ripple through the flesh of your ass and thighs and stomach and breasts and you’d do anything to keep feeling it. The crushing grip on your hip kept you steady any time you faltered from your trembling muscles and blanking mind. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this, so completely insatiable, so deliciously overwhelmed, so voraciously claimed. The blazing signals shooting to your head from between your legs started to burn so bright that they were losing detail. That was until all four of Buggy’s fingers touched the very base of your stomach and pushed down hard.

“Buggy! Buggy! Buggy!” You kept yelping, and his eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of hearing you like this. You were already tight, muscles clamping down hard and winding up for your orgasm but this… There was a firmer pressure with each stroke, especially when he knocked as deep into you as you could stretch, and he was drooling at the fact that his fingertips could feel him fuck himself into you.

“So good, holy shit -hahnngh- you feel so fucking good, treasure, gonna cum,” Buggy was beside himself panting and groaning out for you. His fraying voice became biting and fierce, rabid with need and absolute command. “Need you to cum - cum for your Captain.”

“Yes, sir, yessir please please,” you sobbed into his chest feeling so close but also already over the precipice and feeling everything and numbing out. Your body was going haywire with how good and how much everything felt and you needed something to hold onto.

“Good fucking girl, good -nnnngh- you’re mine, mine, mine-” Buggy’s voice was all gravel and possession and he chanted the only word he could manage when his balls pulled tight and his dick began to twitch. The clapping of his hips stopped, replaced with deep long grinds that had the weight of his jumping dick play with every inch of your walls and you were gone. You keened and sobbed out at the force of the feelings bursting through you and you could do nothing but quake in his grasp. The hot feeling of his cum pumping into you, cockhead tapping down at the push of his fingers on your stomach, had your eyes rolling back and your legs going limp.

Buggy was pretty sure he lost a minute or two there while he wasn’t able to think past hot, wet, and good. All he knew was that he finally got you and it was better than he ever imagined. His heart stuttered at the feeling of your panting breath cooling his chest and your sweet fingers clumsily trying to draw shapes on his skin. They kept falling limp between attempts due to the strength of your exhaustion, but you were adamant in your need to show him affection. His face split in a dopey grin. Buggy just knew you’d be the perfect little love and now you were his perfect little love. A smug snicker interrupted his heavy breaths from knowing he stole you away from that shithead, and he was going to make sure to pamper you so you’d stay and never have to cry to yourself again.

Buggy nudged you to the side so that your spine would get some relief from arching. He couldn’t have just let you straight down without your hips being forced down under the weight of his past the edge of his torso. You weren’t allowed to go far though; he felt as if he’d tear apart anything that interrupted all your skin to skin contact. You hummed deep in relief at the change in position and nuzzled your face into Buggy as thanks. He kissed his bright smile onto the top of your head and began massaging a hand into your lower back. This time you moaned at the relieving feeling, earning a chuckle from him.

“Better?” Buggy asked.

“So much,” you answered. Your eyes and muscles felt heavy and your bones were made of lead. Your breathing had become soft and slow and steady in tandem with his, beginning to draw you under with the promise of a fulfilling slumber. You managed to mumble, “Thank you, Captain,” before you were gone. A more lingering kiss was placed on your head this time. While your mind wasn’t there to receive it, your body felt it and shifted just that much closer into Buggy’s warmth.

Buggy sighed, thinking of the mess that the two of you and the bed were and how much work it’ll be to do the necessary cleaning up. A large problem was detaching you from himself and an even larger and more difficult one was mustering the will to remove himself from you. He gave in to the comfort of holding you, pulling a spare blanket from a basket across the room to lay over you both. Still in deep sleep, you hummed contentedly at the new comfort and warmth, melting Buggy’s heart further. He peppered a few more indulgent kisses onto your temple and hair before snuggling his cheek down into you. He’d decided a little nap wouldn’t hurt.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 months

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Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?

Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They haven’t had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia he’s in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call it’s not the same.

anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.

You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorry😭😭 enjoy your day💕

༉‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

― pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

― summary: you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.

― warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.

― wc: 905

⋆ a/n: my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!

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The room felt melancholic. Empty.

The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.

You don’t know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?

Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official. You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on. It had gotten to the point where Jack doesn’t bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldn’t answer.

So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you can’t help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option.

You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces.

What happened?

It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your front door unlock – something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon.

Aaron wasn’t surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.

“Sweetheart?” His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, “We have to talk.”

You hated doing this, but who’s to say he won’t get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.

Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.

“Of course. Are you okay?” He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. “This isn’t working, Aaron.” The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. “What?” He’s completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing he’d expected to come home to.

“I can’t do this anymore… unless – unless we can figure something out but even then I-” He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. “Honey please, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do.” Holy shit, he’s panicking.

“You’re never here anymore! I - I can’t remember the last time in the past two months that we’ve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time you’re either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!” You couldn’t stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.

You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. “Did you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?” You asked quietly. “No.” Aaron gulped, “I didn’t.”

A heavy silence settled between the two of you.

“What do you need me to do?” Finally, you looked at him.

There were unshed tears in your eyes, “What I want you to do, you can’t make it happen.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to quit my job?”

“No,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. “I just want you to be there.”

“Who says I can’t do that?” His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didn’t exist. “Every time you’ve had a day off you’ve been called into the office one way or another.” Your tone is hopeless, like your situation can’t be helped.

With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.

“Honey, look at me,” He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. “I will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.”

“How do I know if this won’t happen again?

“I’ll make sure of it.”

It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.

“Don’t make me regret this, Hotchner.”

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lomlhwa · 9 months

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the silent sea (p.sh)

pairing: siren!seonghwa x marine biologist!reader

preview: strange things have started happening around your boat. you've been out at sea alone for a few weeks, studying whales. but recently, things on your boat have started disappearing and animals have started dying. you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched by someone. or something.

tags/warnings: fem reader, monster cock seonghwa, scales everywhere (i mean everywhere), biting (he has sharp teeth and they do pierce your skin), belly bulge kink, degrading, sadomasochism, he eats a chunk of your leg (it's not fatal), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, impregnation

trigger warnings: blood, cannibalism(?), a whole lot of dead animals, it's pretty much not consented cause um siren song

wc: 2.1k

song recs for this fic: bye bye bye by wei, tank by nmixx

a/n: when i posted my yeosang siren fic forever ago, someone asked for a less violent version with seonghwa. so here it is. still slightly violent but you don't die this time <3 (please note that i made up some things about sirens to make the story better. there's a lot of variation in the story of sirens so please don't take my word for anything.)

you wake up to the waves crashing on the side of your boat just as you had for the past two weeks. when you got your marine biology degree, you didn’t realize how lonely you’d get at sea. you go to grab your binoculars and look out into the open sea, only to find that they’re missing. you search for a few minutes before deciding to just use your backup pair.

you hold the binoculars to your eyes and peer out into the never ending water. you see a few fish and the large shadow of one of the whales you’ve been following. it’s a beautiful female blue whale. tracking her size and interactions with other blue whales has been your task for the past few weeks.

you walk to the other side of the boat to see if you can spot your male blue whale. when you look through your binoculars, you see something floating in the water. you squint, trying to make out what it is. you’re horrified to find that the water around it is red and it’s clearly a dead animal.

you put on your full diving suit and get into the water, worried about what had happened. you tether yourself to your boat before swimming over. you come to find that it’s a dolphin. you roll it over to find strange bite marks. they’re much too small to fit any of its natural predators. the bites look more like the bite size of a human. you run your finger over one of them, finding that a couple of the teeth sink deeper than others, indicating sharper and longer teeth.

you leave the dolphin where it is, knowing that there’s other wildlife that will use it for nutrition. you climb back into your boat and detach from the rope you’d used to not float too far. you grab your journal to note down your findings.

the rest of your day is pretty typical. you spot your male blue whale later on in the day, monitoring his interactions with your female. nothing else seemed out of place but the incident with the dolphin never left your mind. what had killed it?

the next morning, you wake up, prepared for more research. when you walk to the side of the boat, you scream. 4 more dolphins have been killed overnight. the closest one smacks against your boat with every crash of waves. you use the net from your boat to catch it and bring it on board so you can examine it.

you find that this dolphin has the same bite marks as the one from yesterday. you assume the other 3 are in the same condition. horrified, you try to figure out what could be doing this. it can’t be a shark, their bites are much bigger than this one. it can’t be any of the fish because their bites are too small.

bewildered, you put the dead dolphin back in the water, leaving it for food as you had done with the previous one. you look out into the vast waters, wishing you could spot something else out of the ordinary that might explain all of this.

while you’re standing on the right side of the boat, you get a sudden chill that feels like you have eyes on you. you feel like you’re being watched with malintent. you turn around abruptly, only to find that there’s nothing there. you walk over to that side and lean over to see if there’s something hiding. nothing. unnerved, you go to note down the sudden death of these dolphins.

tonight, you decide not to sleep. you need to find out what is causing these animal deaths. what sort of monster is killing full grown adult dolphins with a bite so small? you keep a small flashlight on you and wander around the open space of your boat. you keep the light off so you don’t scare whatever is lurking in the sea. you’ll only turn it on if you hear something.

for a few dark hours, you hear nothing but the usual sounds of the ocean. crashing waves, whale songs and the wind. but then, you hear the flap of what sounds like a fin. you think for a moment that it might just be a fish, but the contact it makes with the water sounds too big to be a fish but too small to be a whale.

you rush to click on your flashlight and manage to catch a glimpse of an unusual tail-looking fin. it’s bright orange and highly bioluminescent. it doesn’t look like it belongs to any of the known animals of this ecosystem; at least not to the ones you know of. it appears a couple more times before disappearing. you can see it glowing under the water for a few meters before disappearing into the night completely.

the next morning, you hope and pray that no more animals have died since you went to bed. you stayed up as late as you could but you did need to sleep. unfortunately, your worst nightmare has appeared. one of your whales is dead. one of your huge blue whales has fallen victim to this unknown creature. this feels like it’s getting revenge on you for spotting it.

you scream and collapse to the floor, staring at your whale floating on the surface of the water. the water surrounding it is dark red. you can see that he’s missing chunks of blubber from his back and sides. “leave my animals alone!” you yell out into the vast sea, wishing that whatever was doing this would hear you.

you feel that same feeling of being watched again. the thing is listening to you. you can just feel it. “stop killing the animals, they never did anything to you! if you want my attention, just show yourself!” you yell again.

you hear the water splash before hearing and feeling something crash onto the floor of the boat. fear shoots up your spine, every part of you urging you not to turn around. are you really about to face the thing that’s been tormenting you and the ocean? yeah, you are.

you turn around and you’re faced with a beautiful man standing across the deck from you. his arms are crossed and his dark eyes pierce yours. you know that he was the one causing the feeling of being watched but there’s no way he could kill a whale. matter of fact, there’s no way he could be all the way out here without a ship.

“you’re really fucking annoying. all that screaming these past couple mornings has been piercing my ear drums,” he finally speaks. he tilts his head and smacks the side of it, forcing water out of his ears.

“are you what’s been eating the dolphins? and my whale?” you ask, getting up off the ground. you gesture to your very dead whale behind you. the man nods, shrugging. “i’m not really a fan of the taste of whale but i knew it would set you off, so i killed it,” he picks at his teeth as if he has food stuck in there. “your scream made it worth it.”

“what kind of sadistic fuck are you?” you stare at him, completely horrified at what he just said to you. he laughs at you. finding joy in your displeasure. “what, sea creatures can’t have a little fun anymore?” he walks closer to you, waving his hands in the air as if he’s offended.

“you don’t look like a sea creature,” you make a confused face at him. he doesn’t have gills or fins or anything that would really scream ‘sea creature.’ he rolls his eyes, rolling up his sleeves. he reveals bright orange scales that go all the way up his arms. they seem to match the color of the strange tail you saw last night. he grins with terrifyingly sharp teething, seemingly sensing that you’re putting the pieces together.

“what… what are you?” you say, subconsciously taking a step back to go back to a safer distance. “well, let’s list my features and see if you can figure it out with that stupid brain of yours,” he bares his teeth at you. “scales, mermaid-like tail and sharp teeth. take a guess little miss marine biologist.”

that’s impossible. what he’s describing is fictional. merely folklore. “siren,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. he clasps his hands together in excitement. “ding ding ding! look at your feeble brain go,” his smile has sinister undertones and a new rush of fear surges through you.

“now, i’m here for one thing and one thing only,” he plops down onto the ground, crossing his legs. “see, sirens can only reproduce with a human, not other sirens. and you, being out here all alone, are the perfect candidate,” your face contorts into minor disgust. “no,” you retort.

“i think you’re misunderstanding. i’m not asking,” he says before he shakes his head at you. he opens his mouth and a beautiful song fills your ears. it is haunting and echo-y in your head. you feel yourself being drawn to him instantly. you’re unable to move at your own free will.

your legs carry you to him on their own accord. despite his mouth closing, the song continues to possess you. you halt in front of him, your body completely limp. you’re only being held up by the powers of his siren song.

he removes your clothes with an inhuman ferocity. your body is laid down on the ground, completely stripped. he hovers above you having removed his own clothes as well. you come to find that the orange scales cover his whole body. you strain your eyes to look further down his body and find your eyes meeting what was hiding under his pants. it’s basically the size of your forearm. you can already tell it’s gonna hurt.

he spreads your legs and gets between them, lining his length up with your hole. you want to fight and close your legs, but you’re completely immobilized. he shoves his whole member into you at full force. it hurts so much you see stars. the stretch is enough to make tears sting your eyes.

“shhh, good whores can take cock with no warm up,” he caresses your face with a gentleness you had yet to see from him. “you’re gonna be my good cum dump and do what i make you.” he lets you adjust for a few moments before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. screams beg to leave your throat but you’re unable to release them.

he pounds into you with animalistic speed. his only focus is on breeding you. that’s the only reason he’s been tormenting you. he’s using your body for continuing his own bloodline.

out of nowhere he pulls out of you, his high clearly creeping up on him. something in his demeanor changes as he leans down to one of your legs. without warning, he bites a chunk out of your thigh, chewing and swallowing it in front of you.

“need more stamina to fill you up like the good whore you are,” he says as he wipes your blood off his lips. he shoves back into you before leaning down and digging his teeth into your shoulder. he doesn’t rip any skin off but he leaves a few deep bites.

his hips stutter and his sharp nails dig into your hips. he pumps you full of his seed. it’s so much that it streams out of you as he continues to thrust into you. “gotta make sure you’re gonna get pregnant. otherwise i’ll have to follow you home for more than claiming my child,” he whispers in your ear.

he pulls out of you, cum spilling out from inside you and pooling under you. he puts his clothes back on and sighs, staring at you. “your pregnancy will be fast with a siren baby. maybe, 3 weeks? don’t go back to shore until after you give birth or i’ll gut you like i gutted that whale.” with that, he jumps back into the sea.

you lay there in shock of what just happened. you finally regain control of your limbs and you stand up. you grab tissues to clean yourself up. you put your clothes back on and sit on your bed, wondering how the hell you just lived through that.

before you know it, 3 weeks has passed and you give birth to a beautiful baby boy. he takes after his father with his orange scales. as promised, the siren returns to claim the child. “perfect,” he says, taking the child from you and heading for the water.

“wait!” you yell. he turns around, looking at you puzzled. “what’s your name? that’s the least you could tell me after i just had your kid.” he smiles at you and jumps into the water. you rush to the side of the boat and he pokes his head above the water.

“seonghwa.”

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willalove75 · 11 months

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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 2. Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: Part 2! This one is smuttyyyyyy and a little long hehe there will probably be a part 3 once I crank out some other fics!

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You head to the Lady's chambers, nerves filling your belly as you walk up. You put your ear to the door to see if you can hear her inside, the wood is too thick to hear anything so you take a deep breath and knock on the door. After a few seconds nothing happens, you knock again, a little harder this time. Still, nothing. Terrified to open the door on your own, you stand there for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. Eventually you hear the clacking of heels across the marble floor and the familiar shadow of the Lady's curvy figure appears down the hall. She sees you standing at the door and smiles.

"You didn't have to wait for me draga, you could have waited inside."

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't sure." You shyly say.

She gently caresses your cheek and smiles at you.

"After you." She says, gesturing to the door.

You carefully open the door and walk in. She ducks into the doorway and enters her room, closing the door behind her. You're not sure why, but your stomach sank when you heard the door shut. She hasn't given you any reason to be afraid of her, but there's an uneasiness that you aren't able to settle.

She sits at her large vanity, you notice that everything in her room is made to scale for her, the furniture just a little bigger than what it normally would be. She takes her hat off and sets it aside, she slowly removes her gloves and sets them down also. She looks at you through the mirror as you stand near her bed, unsure of where to go or what to do. She gently pulls out the pins in her hair and her dark curls gently fall past her shoulders. You look around the room, turning to the side to admire everything.

"What is that?" She asks, her eyes focused on the bloodied bandage wrapped around your arm.

"Oh, nothing, just an accident in the kitchen during dinner." You say turning away from her a bit.

She turns around and looks at you, her yellow eye suddenly intense.

"There was no accident, was there?" She says, staring into your eyes.

You go to speak and she cuts you off.

"Do not lie to me."

A chill goes down your spine, you look down at the floor.

"No, at least I don't think it was an accident." You quietly say.

You hear a low growl come from her chest, she turns back to the mirror and ties a silk scarf around her head as she grumbles something you can't understand.

"Darling help me with these damned buttons." She says, trying to undo the buttons down the back of her dress.

You walk up to her and carefully unbutton her dress. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves and reveals a navy blue lingerie set. The lacy bra just barely holding in her breasts, you realize you were staring and look away, your cheeks turning red. She smiles and stands up, the dress falling to her feet. She walks over to her wardrobe, you can't help but be mesmerized watching her. Her heels showing off her long, strong legs, the lacy garters hugging her thighs, the garter belt hugging her large, round hips, her thong showing off her perfect ass. She looks over her shoulder and catches you staring at her. You look down, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

She pulls a robe out from her wardrobe and wraps it around herself. She walks up to you, your eyes still focused on the ground, and puts her finger under your chin and lifts your face. Your eyes meet hers and you feel like the air was stolen from your lungs.

"Who did this to you?" She asks.

"I don't know," her stare becomes more intense. "I mean I know, I just don't know her name." You say as your voice begins to shake.

She continues to look at you, waiting for you to tell her.

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble, or killed." You say.

"I will not kill her." She says as her stare softens. "Or maim her." She adds.

You take a deep breath and describe the maid that's been harassing you. "She has dark hair, she's a little taller than me, a little older than me I think, blue eyes."

You hear her growl again, her face is so close to yours you feel the vibration rattle in your chest.

"I know exactly who that is." She says with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I will take care of her. Stay here, make yourself comfortable."

In one swift movement she lifts you and places you on her bed.

"I will be right back." She says.

She opens the door and ducks out, shutting it behind her. You hear the sound of her heels get further and further away. You sit on her bed, not wanting to get too comfortable and risk bleeding on it, since you're pretty sure the cut hasn't stopped bleeding yet. After about 10 minutes the door opens and she walks back in and smiles at you as she shuts the door.

"If she bothers you again, you must tell me. Yes?"

You nod your head.

"You arm is still bleeding." She says as she grabs it and examines it.

She walks into the bathroom and walks out with more bandages. She sits next to you on the bed and removes the poorly wrapped bandage you had applied earlier, a little blood trickles down your arm and she takes in a deep breath, inhaling the scent.

"Cassandra was certainly right, you do smell sweet." She says with a smile.

She wipes the blood off with her finger and licks it clean.

"Mmm, draga mea, you are very sweet." She says with her eyes closed, trying to savor the taste on her tongue.

She opens her eyes and gazes into yours, she's a little surprised to see curiosity and wonder in your eyes instead of fear. She wraps your arm with new bandages, and does a much better job than you were able to.

"If that doesn't stop bleeding by morning have the head maid take you to the infirmary, understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Call me Mistress." She says, caressing your cheek.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl." She purrs.

You feel like your heart skips a beat as she praises you, you swear she also notices because a smile crosses her face after you feel it.

"Mistress? May I ask you a question?" You ask, averting her gaze.

"Of course draga, what is it?"

"Why did you bring me here, to the castle? Why did you pay my uncle so much so you could take me here?"

"Come." She says taking your hand.

She leads you to the vanity and sits, she motions for you to climb up and she pulls you into her lap, you're a little surprised, you're also caught off guard when you realize you feel safe with her. She pulls your ponytail out and your hair falls around your face. She runs her fingers through your hair, gently pulling it back. She picks up a hairbrush and begins to brush your hair, delicately brushing out every knot she comes across. You close your eyes and smile, the last person to do this was your mother before she died, you forgot how relaxing it is.

"The thought of killing the both of you then and there did cross my mind when we first met." She says, breaking the silence. You eyes snap open, staring at her in the mirror, her attention still focused on brushing your hair. "But you were, and are, very beautiful and the thought of killing someone so beautiful due to the careless actions of a child seemed like a waste." She pauses for a moment as she untangles a knot.

"And then you said you were willing to give your life for your cousin" she says with a laugh "not even your own child, it, impressed me. But I also pitied you when you said taking care of those children was your only purpose. I thought to myself 'how does someone so beautiful think so low of herself where her sole purpose in life was taking care of someone else's children?'" you feel her fingers part your hair as she starts to French braid it.

"Once I met your," she pauses for a moment. "Charming, uncle," you giggle. "It all made sense. I knew you would be much more appreciated here, because I appreciate everything that is beautiful. So I made him an offer he could not refuse, and it was worth every cent because you, draga mea, are very beautiful and you are one of the best maid's I've ever had." She ties off the bottom of the braid and drapes it over your shoulder. She puts her hands on your shoulders, and looks at you in the mirror.

"I must admit though, it would have brought me endless joy to have ripped that retched man apart. Speaking to you like that, in front of me, he is lucky I was able to restrain myself."

"Yeah, he's kind of a dick." You say with a smile on your face.

Her hands slide down to your hips and she gently leans down, placing a kiss on the top of you shoulder. You feel a chill run up your spine, she smiles as she feels it run through you. She places another kiss and you lean your head to the side, giving her more access. She places another kiss, this one on your neck and you take a sharp breath in. You feel a wetness form between your legs as you feel her cool, soft lips on your warm skin. She pulls away and you wait for her lips to meet your skin again, but it doesn't happen. You open your eyes and look at her in the mirror, a smile across her face.

"That's enough for tonight." She says softly into your ear.

You can't hide the look of disappointment on your face.

"Patience draga."

She lifts you off of her lap and onto the floor.

"Remember, straight to the infirmary in the morning if that is still bleeding. And if that maid does anything, at all, you tell me. Yes?"

"Yes ma-" you pause and she looks at you through the mirror. "Mistress."

"Good girl. Goodnight." She turns her attention back to herself and unties the scarf from her head.

"Goodnight."

You head back to your room and crawl into bed, mixed emotions swirling in your mind, you were terrified of your Mistress when you walked into her bedroom, but by the time you left, all you wanted was more of her touch. You drift off to sleep with her on your mind.

You wake up the next morning and get dressed, you check your arm and luckily the bleeding stopped. You head to the kitchen for breakfast, you sit down to eat and see the maid walk in, she shoots you a dirty look as she holds her arm over her abdomen. To your surprise, she does and says nothing. "Maybe she'll finally leave me alone." You think to yourself.

The next few weeks go by smoothly, the maid doesn't bother you, besides shooting you dirty looks every chance she got, your Mistress invites you back to her chambers a few times each week, always ending the same way, her lips making contact with your skin, each time her hands gently explore your body a little more, and then sending you on your way, leaving you desperate for more every time you leave.

She invites you into her chambers again, you knock on the door and there's no answer. She's made it clear more than once you're allowed to go in and wait for her, so that's what you do. You climb up onto her bed and make yourself comfortable. You lay back on her pillows, you're surrounded by the smell of her perfume, cigarettes and a hint of her wine. You close your eyes and breathe in the smells, an arousal building between your legs as you wait for her.

The sensation becomes too much to ignore, you slowly reach your hand between your legs and rub your aching bud over your underwear, a quiet moan escapes your lips as you release the intense tension that has been building up.

"Patience is not a virtue you possess, is it?"

You jump when you hear her voice, you slam your legs shut and sit up, both mortified and a little scared, you didn't hear her come in at all.

"I- I'm so sorry mistress, I- I was-" You panic a little trying to find the words.

"Pleasuring yourself, in my bed?" She says with a raised eyebrow.

You put your head down, your cheeks on fire, you wish you could disappear into a swarm of flies right now.

You hear her laugh and feel her finger under your chin, her cold skin feels like ice, she turns your face towards her.

"I will dismiss it this time, but make no mistake, if it happens again, I will not be as generous." Her piercing yellow eyes staring into yours.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." You quietly say.

She pulls you closer, her lips gently brushing against your ear, the sensation between your legs grows once more.

"I am the only one who is allowed to pleasure you, understand?"

An involuntary moan escapes your lips at her words, the arousal in your legs unbearable, you close your eyes to try and ignore it. She pulls back, her finger still under your chin, you open your eyes and see her staring at you, waiting for your response.

Your throat suddenly dry, you manage to squeeze a "yes Mistress." out.

She smiles and walks towards her vanity, setting down her hat.

"Come, pet." She says to you as she sits.

You scramble off of the bed and walk over to the vanity, she moves her curls to the side, gesturing for you to unbutton her dress. You unbutton it and she stands up and slides out of it as usual, but unlike the other times she's invited you into her chambers, tonight she doesn't go to her wardrobe and put on her robe, she returns to her seat at the vanity in a black lace lingerie set . She looks at you through the mirror and you climb up next to her as usual. You're taken by surprise when she pulls you into her lap, she usually does, but you weren't expecting it since she was just in her underwear.

She pulls your hair out of the ponytail and brushes it like she does almost every time she invites you in. Instead of braiding it, she pulls it to the side when she's done combing through. You automatically lean your head to the side, giving her access to your skin, becoming desperate for her touch.

You hear her smirk and feel her pull the shoulder of your dress down, exposing your skin. Her soft, cold lips meet your bare skin and a moan escapes your lips. She gently hums at your reaction.

"Eager tonight are we?" She seductively whispers into your ear.

"Mhm." You say, nodding your head. Another moan escapes as she places her lips closer to your neck.

You feel her smile and another moan escapes as her lips make contact with your pulse point. Your panties are soaked, you feel a throb between your legs, you shift in her lap to try and make it go away. She gently slides one of her hands to the inside of your thigh, her lips firmly planted on your neck, you spread your legs, desperate for her to touch you.

"Do you want mommy to touch you?" She whispers into your ear.

You let out a whimper as you nod your head.

"Use your words, tell mommy what you want."

"I need you to touch me, please." Your request sounding more like you're begging than asking.

You let out a moan as she cups your soaked panties, your eyes roll and you lean back into her a little.

She gently rubs your throbbing clit over your underwear and you buck your hips and throw your head back, more sounds passing through your lips. She hums as she feels the wetness between your legs, the sound gently vibrating your ribcage.

"Did you ruin your panties thinking of me?"

"Mhm" you say, unable to form words.

She watches you squirm in her lap in the mirror, enjoying every second as you're desperate for her touch. She begins to feel a wetness between her legs as she too becomes eager for you.

She removes her hand and you let out a small whine, she picks you up and puts you on the floor, you look up at her, never feeling so desperate in your life. She swings her legs to the other side of the vanity bench and leans forward, her gigantic, perfect breasts in your face.

"You have been so patient draga, I think it's time you're rewarded for your excellent behavior." She says, she extends one of her claws and you freeze, fear runs through you for a moment as you stare at the razor sharp claw, the fear does not go unnoticed by your Mistress.

"Oh sweet pet, I won't hurt you. This is just the most efficient way to move things along." In one swift movement she claws through your dress, not once touching your skin. The rags fall around you, leaving you in your bra and drenched panties.

She retracts the claw and stands, she lifts you into her arms and slides her hand to the back of your head. She pulls you into her and your lips slam together, you hold onto her tightly as you kiss her back, hard. You feel her sharp fangs across your bottom lip, as well as her tongue, asking for for admittance. You part your lips and her tongue slides into your mouth, swirling and exploring inside. You moan into her mouth, her lips curling into a smile as you kiss. She's taken by surprise when you gently bite and suck on her bottom lip, a moan rattling in the back of her throat. She carries you over to the bed, she lays you down and climbs on top of you, your lips not once parting.

She kisses down your jaw and nips at the skin down your neck, her tongue soothing each small bite you receive. She moves to the other side of your neck and kisses and nips at it, she purrs into your skin.

"If only I could taste you." She says quietly, probably more to herself than to you.

"Do it." You say breathlessly.

She lifts her face from your neck and looks you in the eyes.

"Do it, it's okay, I trust you." You say, meeting her stare.

She looks a little surprised, never expecting you to offer yourself in that way to her, at least not this quickly.

"Draga, are you sure?" She asks, scanning your face for any hint of hesitation.

You pull her lips into yours and kiss her again, you slowly pull away and look back into her eyes.

"Yes."

"If I take too much, tap me on my arm and I will immediately stop, understand?"

You nod your head and smile at her. She smiles back at you and lays you back into the pillows, gently exposing your neck, holding your face so you don't move.

"Keep still, I will do my best to make it as painless as possible."

You hold onto her arm and she gently sucks and swipes her tongue over the perfect spot on your neck. You take a slow, deep breath in as you feel her move in. You feel her fangs dig into your neck, a sharp pain shoots through you as she breaks through your skin. You furrow your brows and let out a whine and tighten your grip on her arm. She doesn't go further, her eyes focused on your face. You take a few more deep breaths and loosen your grip, you relax your face and gently caress her arm with your thumb, signaling her to continue. She sinks her fangs in a little more, the pain less than the initial bite. You feel her drink, small moans of pleasure escaping from her. You move your hand up from her arm to the back of her head and hold onto her curls. You feel her smile into you as she drinks. Just when you think you're going to feel lightheaded, she pulls her fangs out of you and caresses the puncture wounds with her tongue.

She places a soft kiss on the wound and places a kiss on your lips, the metallic taste of blood still on them.

"If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if something hurts or doesn't feel right, or if you want to stop, tell me, and I will stop. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

It turned you on even more hearing her speaking so gently and softly, yet still coming off as so dominating and commanding.

She kisses her way down your body, unclasping your bra and throwing it aside. She kneads your breasts and gently sucks and licks your nipple, moving over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention as the first one. Small moans leave your lips as your hips lift off of the mattress a little. She pulls your soaked panties off and kisses down your stomach, her hands following the curves of your waist, coming to a rest on your hips. She gently kisses and nips at the inside of your thighs and you let out a few giggles. She looks up at you and you make eye contact with her, the throbbing in your core only increased as you looked at her with her head between your legs.

She drags her tongue up your folds, your eyes roll back and your hips lift off of the mattress, she holds them steady as she licks you up and down, your moans go up an octave when you feel here wrap her lips around your clit and suck on it.

"Fuck, Mistress, it feels so good." You whine.

She flicks her tongue across your clit and you cry out again. She licks you up and down, giving special attention to your aching bud each time she passes over it. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you grab a handful of hair at the back of her head as she brings you to the brink of orgasm.

"Mistress, please, don't stop, I'm gonna-" another moan passes through your lips.

"You're gonna what?" She asks between licks. "Tell mommy what you want."

"You're gonna make me cum." You whine. "Please, make me cum Mistress, please." Your whines turn into begs as she brings you closer.

She flicks her tongue across your clit again and latches onto it, licking and sucking it as your legs begin to shake.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, screams of pleasure emerge from you as your back arches and your hips come off of the bed. She holds them back down, making you ride out the orgasm as long as possible. You come down from the high, your legs shaking, trying to catch your breath.

"Oh my god," you pant. "That was amazing."

"Oh my," she says, a chill runs up your spine as you feel her finger between your folds as she covers it in your juices. She looks up at you with a devilish smile on her face, her finger dancing around your entrance.

"Wait, before you-" you begin to speak, she immediately pulls her finger away and looks into your eyes. "I just feel like I should tell you, I've never- I'm-" you look away, a little embarrassed.

"Draga mea," she says, caressing the inside of you thigh. "Are you a virgin?"

Your eyes meet hers and you nod your head. Her eyes glow as a smile crosses her face.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asks sincerely.

"No."

"Are you sure?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, please Mistress, don't stop."

She places a kiss on the inside of your thigh and brings her finger back to your dripping entrance.

"Just relax, mommy will take good care of you."

She slides her finger into you, your eyes roll as you let out a moan, you feel a sharp pain for a second, but pleasure takes over as she slowly moves her finger in and out. Her large middle finger stretches you out as she quickens her pace, gently curling into your walls on each re-entry. She pushes in deeper, the tip of her finger hitting a spot inside of you that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"Good girl." She says with a smile.

She makes sure to hit that spot each time she pushes into you making your back arch each time as you cry out for her to keep going. She quickens her pace further, thrusting a little harder each time. You feel another orgasm building quickly as she continues to pleasure you.

"Mistress, you're gonna make me cum again." You cry out.

You think to see stars when she pushes harder and faster into you, herself eager to make you cum again. Your screams get louder as you get closer, you tightly grip onto the comforter and clench down around her finger, desperate for the release she's about to bring.

"Yes, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum. Don't stop Mistress." You yell, you feel her lips wrap around your clit, she sucks hard on it as she finger fucks you. You make a noise you've never made before and your body convulses when the orgasm hits. You scream out her name in pleasure as she makes you ride it out for as long as possible. She slows her pace, the shockwaves from the orgasm still shooting through you. She gently removes her finger from you, she places a kiss on the inside of your legs as they gently tremble.

Your heartrate begins to return to normal as your Mistress crawls up next to you and wraps her arms around you. Her soft lips meet yours, she slowly and passionately kisses you, her hand cupped around your face. You gently grab her breast over her bra, your thumb caressing her hard nipple over the lace. She smiles and brings your hand up to her lips and kisses it.

"I think that's enough for one night." She softly says.

"Are you sure, if you want me to I can-" you say, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"Draga mea you have done more than enough to satisfy me tonight." She gently kisses the bite mark again. "You will sleep here tonight and return to the maids quarters in the morning, understood?"

You nod your head. "Yes Mistress." You say with a sleepiness in your voice that brings an endearing smile to her face.

She wraps her arms around you and you cuddle into her, she gently hums as she strokes your hair, the beautiful yet haunting tune lulling into you a deep sleep.

You wake up the next morning feeling like you slept for two days, you sit up in your Mistresses bed and rub the sleep from your eyes. You take note of a soreness between your legs and look around the room, realizing you're alone. You spot a new, clean uniform on the bench of her vanity with a note on it. You climb out of the bed and walk over to pick up the note.

Draga, A new uniform to replace the other one. Enjoy. LD

You almost wish the note had more to it, but you also know that she isn't one to show her soft side, you really weren't sure if she even had one until last night. You put the new uniform on and place the note in your pocket. You climb onto the vanity bench and look into the mirror, you pull your hair back into a ponytail and examine the bite mark on your neck, it's not incredibly noticeable, but not completely invisible either. It feels sore when you bring your fingers to it, inspecting the marks.

You hear the door open and turn to see your Mistress walk into the room, she spots you at the vanity.

"Good morning Mistress, I hope you don't mind me using your mirror for a moment." You say shyly.

She walks over to you and turns your face to the side, you drop your hand from your neck and she inspects the marks.

"This should heal just fine." She mutters. She turns your face back towards her, her hand not leaving your face. "Did you sleep well my little pet?"

"Yes, very well, thank you."

"Excellent." She says, caressing your cheek with her thumb. You close your eyes and lean into her hand a little, you hear her smirk and you look up into her eyes. You are putty in her hands, and she loves it, truth be told, you love it too. She drops her hand from your face, the coolness of her fingers lingering on your skin. "Off you go." She says, nodding towards the door. "The head maid will be waiting for you to give you instructions and lay out your new responsibilities."

"New responsibilities Mistress?" You ask, confused.

"Yes, as my new handmaiden you have a new set of responsibilities that must be fulfilled."

"Oh." You say, looking into her eyes.

She gives you a look, waiting for you to obey her orders and leave.

"Thank you Mistress, I will head there at once."

The corner of her lip curls into a smile and you make your way out of her room. As you leave you hear a noise down the hall, you turn to look and you see one of the maids who is friends with the one who has it out for you. She looks at you, surprised and unsure as she sees you leaving the Lady's chambers, you see her gaze shift to your neck and her eyes widen. You quickly turn and make your way to the head maid, an unsettling feeling begins to gnaw at you, "this won't end well." you think to yourself.

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Sugar Babies

Namo fic is here! I really enjoyed this one. I had to stop at a few points because I got too horny so that slowed things down quite a bit. Anyway, here we are.

Length: 2.9K

Nayeon and Momo x Mreader

A knock at the door; you open it to find two of your daughter's classmates. "Hi, sir; we're here to work on the group project."

"It’s nice to meet you, girls. What are your names?"

"I'm Nayeon, and this is Momo." She says, motioning to the other girl. They both wore the school's uniform, which for this season consisted of a white button-up shirt, black tie, and a black skirt. You look them up and down and put their names to memory.

"Nayeon and Momo," you repeat, looking at each one as you say their name. "Here, I'll lead you to my daughter's room." You walk them through your home, going through long hallways. Nayeon and Momo look at all the rooms they pass, making shushed comments about the scale of the house. You were wealthy, and your home reflected that. You couldn't hear their comments as they talked about how nice everything was. You knock on the door as you reach your daughter's room. "Honey, your classmates are here to work on your project."

The door opens a few moments later, as your daughter Chaeyoung opens the door. "Hi! Come in, come in!" She says excitedly.

"It was nice meeting you, sir." They say, their eyes lingering on you momentarily before they enter Chaeyoung's room to work on their project. They work for some time before Chaeyoung steps out to get snacks.

Now alone, Nayeon and Momo chatted, "Did you see how nice everything was?" The older of the two asked.

"This place is amazing!"

A sly smile forms on Nayeon's face. "Do you think we could get her dad to buy us things? I mean, he's rich; just look at all the nice things Chaeyoung has. "Nayeon says, her arm outstretched as she motions to Chaeyoung's designer brand clothes and bags."

"I don't know. Don't you think his wife might stop him from doing something like that?" Momo replies, her hand tracing something into Chaeyoung's bed sheets.

"I didn't see anything to show that he's married. Besides, didn't you notice the way he looked at us?" Nayeon pauses for a moment to adjust her skirt. "He looked at both our bodies; I'm sure we could get him to buy us some things."

"I guess so; it would be nice to have some fancy clothes." Momo adjusts her bust, lifting and dropping her large breasts a few times. "Maybe if we wore tighter and shorter uniforms, we could seduce him."

Nayeon's smile widens, revealing her bunny teeth. "That’s a great idea." The two giggle just as Chaeyoung comes back, unaware of the conversation. The rest of the day continued on with them working on the project until the sun started coming down.

"I think that's as far as we're going to get," Momo says as she lays back on Chaeyoung's back. Chaeyoung nods her head.

"My dad could take you home. He shouldn't be busy right now. I'll go ask him." Chaeyoung comes to you asking, and you agree. You wait in the car waiting for Nayeon and Momo. As they get in, you notice they've removed their ties, unbuttoned their shirts, and raised their skirts to reveal more of their legs.

"Thank you for driving us home, sir," Nayeon says, leaning over so you can glance at her modest cleavage.

"Yeah, thanks for driving us home," Momo repeats from the back seat. You drive them home quietly as they ask you questions. You occasionally answer them until Momo asks, "Um, sir, I noticed your wife wasn't around today. Does she work for the entire day?

"No…she's…not around." The car goes quiet as the women say nothing.

"I'm sorry for bringing her up." You can hear in the tiniest voice.

"Don't worry about it." You say, trying to reassure Momo. You drop her off first and then drive to Nayeon's house. As you drop her off, she thanks you before leaving the car. She drops her bag and bends over to grab it. Having raised her skirt, when Nayeon bends over, you can see her panties. She quickly covers her behind and jogs inside. You drive home and fall asleep.

The pair came over to work on the project for the next few days. Their clothes become increasingly revealing, and they talk to you much more. Occasionally, they would touch you and mention how well-built you were. The compliments were welcome; you had always cared about your health. After they finished the project, they came around when Chaeyoung was away.

"Hi, mister," you hear Nayeon say sensually when you open the door.

"Hello Nayeon, why are you here? The project is done, isn't it? And Chaeyoung isn't here either."

"Hey, I'm here too!" Momo whines as she pops out from behind Nayeon.

"My questions stand."

"We wanted to keep you company," Nayeon says with a satisfied smile. "We've noticed that you keep looking at us, and we thought that, maybe, you might be a little lonely."

"I'm not so sure about that." You say, your hand slowly moving to close the door.

Momo steps up and presses herself against you. "You don't have to worry, sir. We won't tell anyone." Small nubs press against your chest as you realize Momo isn't wearing anything underneath her shirt, and her nipples are fully hardened. "Me and Nayeon just want to spend time with you." Momo's hand moves down your chest and reaches your crotch. "You must've been struggling. No one to take care of your needs for such a long time. Well, we can do that."

"I really shouldn't," you respond, trying to resist.

Nayeon grabs onto your other side, "We just want to make you feel good. You've treated us so well these past few times; let us take care of you." Her hand wanders down to your crotch. Now hard from their touch, and your mind is clouded from the small waves of pleasure given by the beautiful women before you, you give in.

"Fine, you can come in." The women stay attached to you as they lead you to your bedroom. Once there, they have you lie down on your bed.

"Let us give you a show," Nayeon says as she plays with her tie. "Should I still call you sir, or would you prefer something else? Daddy, maybe?"

Momo gets beside you, whispering into your ear, "Daddy sounds pretty nice, doesn't it? We are around the same age as your daughter." She nibbles on your ear, "We'll make you feel good, Daddy."

"Daddy sounds good."

"Alright, Daddy," Nayeon says with a smile. Nayeon struggles to slip off her tie and begins working on her buttons when Momo comes up behind her. You hadn't even noticed her leave your side.

"Let me, Nayeon." Momo, button by button, moves down. Once finished, her hands move back up to rub Nayeon's modest tits, causing her to moan. "Daddy, I bet you can't wait to touch these soft little titties." Momo pulls down Nayeon's shirt before going back to playing with her tits. Momo pinches Nayeon's light pink nipples; Nayeon turns her head and extends her tongue, asking for a kiss that the younger woman grants. Momo's hands wander down as her tongue plays with Nayeon's. She unzips Nayeon's skirt and lets it fall to the floor, revealing Nayeon's bare pussy. Nayeon's already wet as her juices glistened on her thighs.

"My turn Momo," Nayeon says. Momo releases the older woman from her grip and lets Nayeon strip her. The shirt is the first to go, revealing Momo's large mounds topped with small brown nipples. "Daddy, what do you think of Momo's titties? They're pretty, right? Just imagine your big hard cock between these soft and supple tits." Nayeon says while pulling on one of Momo's nipples. The younger woman moans as her body is teased. Nayeon unzips Momo's skirt and lets it fall as she turns the younger woman around. "Daddy, look at this big ass." Nayeon spreads Momo's cheeks apart, allowing you to see her small brown hole. Nayeon smiles as you glue your eyes on Momo's asshole. "Do you like Momo's nice big ass, Daddy? You can use it all you'd like." She says before spanking Momo. The younger woman moans at the strike, enjoying the slight punishment. Nayeon spins Momo around for you, letting you take in all of her body, from her ample chest to her thick thighs and shapely ass. "Who do you want first, Daddy?" Nayeon says as she uses her fingers to spread her lower lips. Momo follows her lead and does the same, showing you her pretty pink pussy.

"Who do you want first, Daddy?" Momo repeats.

"I want both of you." You say without a second thought.

"Naughty Daddy, we wanted to see who you wanted more," Momo says as she crawls onto the bed. Nayeon follows suit; each woman has a job as Momo rubs your crotch and Nayeon inches closer to your face.

"Daddy, I want a kiss. Can I have one?" Nayeon says as she presses her finger to her lip. You lean forward, and Nayeon presses her soft lips against yours. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you repeatedly. While she does that, Momo begins to free your already hard cock. When she pulls down your underwear, it springs free, slapping her face. She giggles and grabs your shaft.

"Your cock is so warm and hard, Daddy." She says as she slowly strokes it. Nayeon breaks her kiss and turns herself around to face your cock. Her pussy hovers over your face, her puffy lips wet and tempting you to eat her out at that moment.

"We'll take really good care of you, Daddy," Nayeon says as she licks the tip of your cock. Momo focuses on your shaft licking near the base. You groan in pleasure as you feel them begin to lap at your cock. Nayeon is the bolder of the two; as she takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirls around it slowly as she gently suckles on it. You can't help but thrust your hips up at the profound pleasure. Nayeon playfully slaps your thigh, "Daddy! Calm down, and let us do our job." The next thing you know, you feel something warm around your balls and a gentle sucking sensation. Momo had focused on your balls while Nayeon would get your cock.

Your body jerks again, "I'm sorry, this just feels too good." You stare up and see Nayeon's glistening lips; a deep-seated hunger awakes as you stare at her pussy. Your hands run across her thighs, feeling the soft flesh. You grab Nayeon's ass and lean up, licking her honeypot. This causes her to moan as she continues to suckle on your cock.

"D-daddy! Mmm!" She moans as you take another lick along her slit. You let your tongue push past her entrance and explore her insides. Her knees buckle and shake as she struggles to stay in position. You both work toward the other's orgasm. You tease Nayeon's clit, flicking the small nub with your tongue. Nayeon's moans grow louder despite your cock in her mouth. "Momo, help me make Daddy cum." At Nayeon's request, Momo moves up and kisses the tip of your cock as Nayeon moves back slightly. They kiss with your cock in between them. Each one lapping at the tip like hungry beasts.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Cum for us, Daddy." They say in unison as you come over the edge. You buck your hips as you cum; it spurts out into the air and lands on their face. You continue lapping at Nayeon's pussy, sending her over the edge a second later. As she moans loudly, Momo cups her cheeks and kisses her. You can still hear the muffled moans and watch Nayeon's body spasm. Nayeon rolls onto her side, breathing heavily.

Momo wipes her face clean, eating any cum she collects. "Daddy, which hole do you want?" She says, nearly singing the question. "I'll let you use whichever you want."

"I want to try your ass." Momo smiles upon hearing that. She bends over on the bed, her ass high in the air and face on the bed.

"Come on, Daddy, ruin my tight little ass." She says, shaking her ass for you. You watch it jiggle slightly as she sways her hips. You cum up behind Momo and slap her ass. She yelps in pain before laughing. "Come on, Daddy, do it!" You spread Momo's cheeks and look at her puckered asshole. Your cock, sufficiently covered in saliva and cum, presses against Momo's asshole. There's a lot of resistance at first as you push the head of your cock in. Momo grimaces as she feels your cock spread her apart. After the head is in you, feel as if you're being pulled in and slowly go deeper into Momo's ass. "Daddy, you're too big. You're not going to fit." She groans as you continue to stuff her asshole. It's incredibly tight. You moan louder and louder as you push further in. "Daddy, Daddy, oh god, Daddy!" Momo yells as you finally hit your hilt, fully buried in her. Momo's tongue wags in the air, and her eyes are half-lidded as she revels in the pleasure of being filled. "I feel so full, Daddy." She says as if half asleep. "I think I'm going to cum."

"You're so tight, Momo. This feels so good." You slowly pull out until the tip is in and then ram your cock back in.

"Oh fuck! Daddy…please." Momo's head crashes against the bed as she feels your thrusts begin to pick up the pace. Each thrust rearranges her insides as Momo lazily moans. You put all your strength into every thrust, and the clapping of your bodies fills the room as you continue to fuck the struggling Momo. You feel her ass tighten as Momo gets close to cumming. Her voice comes back to life as she does. "Daddy, I'm going to cum!"

"I'm going to cum too, Momo."

"Cum in me, Daddy! Fill me with your cum!" You grab hold of Momo's arms and pull them; it raises her head and allows you to put more force into your thrusts. Momo's moans grow louder as she feels your cock push deeper. Your pace quickens before you embed your cock deep into Momo's ass. "Daddy!" She screams as your hot cum spills into her ass. Momo's nectar squirts onto the bed, wetting the covers. As you let go of Momo's arms, she collapses onto the bed. "Thank you, Daddy." She says in a quiet voice before her body gives out.

Hands rub your chest as Nayeon kisses your neck. "You did such a good job, Daddy. Look at what you did to her." Pulling out, you see Momo's gaping asshole filled with your cum. It runs down her legs and onto the bed. Nayeon kisses you again. "It’s my turn, Daddy." Nayeon lays down on the bed with her legs spread out. Her hands are outstretched as she waits for you. You stare at the young woman longing for your cock. You rub against her puffy lips before pressing against her entrance. You hesitate for a moment. Nayeon stares at you, "do it, Daddy. Fuck me." A little overexcited, you immediately impale Nayeon with your cock. Nayeon gasps, her mouth wide open, but no sound comes out of her momentarily. She gulps before finally saying something, "Fuck me, Daddy." You pull out and ram yourself back in. Letting yourself fall into Nayeon's embrace, she wraps her legs around your waist. Her pussy isn't as tight as Momo's ass, but it's just as welcoming as you pound her small body. "Oh god, Daddy! You're so big," she moans as you feel her stomach bulge from your cock burying itself so deeply in her.

"Kiss me, Daddy." She begs. You give in to her request and kiss her. She smiles as you give in to her. Her moans grow louder as she feels your cock begin to throb inside her. "Are you going to cum, Daddy? That's okay; give me all of your cum. If I get pregnant, I'll bear your children." She says. The thought of the young woman wanting to bear your children excites you, and your pace picks up. Nayeon's body shakes because of your speed, her small tits bouncing as you slam your body against hers. Nayeon wouldn't last much longer either, as her legs tightened around your waist. You bury your cock inside Nayeon with your last thrust and fill her womb with your cum. "Yes, Daddy! Fill my pussy!" She screams as she cums. You nearly collapse on top of Nayeon, but you have enough strength to pull out and watch your cum flow out of Nayeon's battered pussy. You roll onto your back and catch your breath. Momo slowly crawls up onto your other side. The two women each lay a hand on your chest.

"That was great, Daddy." They say before kissing your cheek.

After that, you would have sex with them near constantly, and they would spend a lot of time in your house. In exchange for sex, you'd buy them all they could ever want, clothes, bags, jewelry, everything. Even if they hadn't received what they were after, the sex had changed them. They loved it; the gifts were just the icing on the cake. They were your sugar babies now.

To disguise your escapades, they wouldn't let you cum on their faces. They did make exceptions every now and then, however. On Father's Day, they let you do it. Exclaiming, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" As you painted their faces.

#nayeon smut #momo smut #twice smut #kpop smut #m reader #male reader

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olderthannetfic · 26 days

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I understand that nobody deserves to be questioned for their own preferences and truly there is nothing actually wrong with preferring m/m over f/f for any reason what so ever; it doesn't matter in and of itself that ship stats are so lopsided; we don't have to "do" anything about it besides encourage people who prefer f/f to be the change they want to see in the world, and so on.

But "Men Are More Interesting Than Women" is an idea we can all agree that patriarchal society pushes on all of us from childhood, right? Both in real life and in fiction, right? So then why is it so controversial to point out that maybe-- just maybe-- this could affect ship stats on a large scale? That this is an example of a wider trend of people believing that Men Are More Interesting?

I'm not even arguing that this necessarily is (exclusively) TRUE - there are more factors in play and other anons have made very good arguments pointing them out! But the resistance to even considering such a basic feminist explanation-- even as one factor among many-- is so strong from some people that I wonder if it comes from a hostility towards feminism itself.

I have not, by and large, seen much pushback against the idea that society primes us to see men as people and women as space aliens less default.

I have seen lots of people going "There aren't enough interesting female characters, and that's why I don't ship f/f", which I agree falls a little flat in this day and age. For many types of media, there are options with lots of interesting women in the main cast. What people really mean is that the big budget live action and/or fic fandom with twenty long, good works in progress posting per day isn't serving them the kinds of female characters they'd like.

I agree that we should abandon this particular "no good female characters" talking point. It's not actually what's going on.

But, again, this topic rarely comes up in majority het spaces devoted to the latest bad boy romance or the like. It rarely comes up in spaces that are full of cis men. There is overwhelmingly a context and subtext to these conversations that is:

You, amorphously queer, vaguely woman-shaped being, justify yourself for the crime of liking m/m!

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I just want to gush a little about how you write Konig. It ranges from 'uwu, I hope my darling likes me (even as I watch their every breath, I need to crawl into their skin and understand them completely and utterly)' to 'I am absolutely deranged and I must have my darling'. It's an amazing range, despite how nasty he always is, and I love it.

Now, on to an actual question, which version of our nasty man is your favorite to write and your favorite to think of ideas for?

I hope you have a lovely day.

Those are two sides of the same coin. König always sets on a sliding scale for me with one side being "Is insane, is hiding it well" and the other being "is insane and is not even trying to hide it." König is a loser that desperately hopes that his darling likes him and doesn't always know exactly what to say, but is somehow coming off as charming if a little awkward; also he does want to crawl into their skin just to be as close to them as possible, and if he can't have them no one can, and he wants to watch their every breath, track their every movement, and monitor their habits just to be sure they're taking care of themselves.

Sometimes he's hiding it well, like in the ballet au and the cowboy au, and sometimes he's not even trying, like in the fae au and the medieval au.

Now.... who is my favorite nasty boy to write and think about? I don't know, I sort of have to be in the mood for König. He's a flavor that I don't crave all the time, but when I do I just latch onto whatever I'm thinking about and run with it. I enjoy thinking about ballet König a lot because that means I am either at or going to a ballet, which is the main draw for me Ghoul. I also really love thinking about demon au König and his sort of weird aloof, devil may care, vibes with Fetch.

Just for noodling on though, it has to be fae!König. I find myself thinking of him often. Not always in a fic writing way, more in a "rotating the idea of him in my head like a microwave" way. I think about how he looks and how he hunts a lot. I think about the way he moves through the trees, I think about how large he can grow to and the different mythologies around him. I think about @hoodiedidnotdie 's art of him A LOT, like all the fucking time, and I just sit and think about it. I stare out my window and think about it. I don't even think of ideas for him I just think about König. Which is not always great for writing lol

#ghoul speaks #I just think he's neat

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1800-fight-me · 1 year

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Broken vows

Part One

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Explicit sex, infidelity, angst- oh so much angst, canon level sexism, the reader is a lady of a great house but the house is unspecified and the reader has no description. (As a forewarning, though this story has dark themes and tons of angst it absolutely will have a happy ending!)

Word count: 7.3k

Synopsis: You and Aemond have been best friends since childhood and in love with one another since you were teens. What happens when your father weds you to another man?

Author’s note: It’s finally here! I’ve worked so hard on this fic and can’t wait for y’all to read it! Thank you so so much to my lovely beta readers @just-here-for-the-moment and @adderess y’all are the best!! P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Aemond Masterlist Part Two Part Three Epilogue

“Please, father, please don’t do this,” you begged as tears streamed down your face.

“It is already done and you are expected to do your duty,” he said sternly, without feeling.

“Please, if you care for me at all as your daughter do not wed me to that awful stuffy old lord,” you cried.

“It is final. You will marry him and put thoughts of the prince out of our mind. It was foolish of you to be so stupid to allow yourself to fall in love. I will hear no more of this. We leave in the morning to wed you to Cregan Stark,” he said harshly and turned to leave.

“You would rip your only daughter from everyone I know and was raised with and isolate me in the north with a man I’ve never met,” you yelled at his back.

He turned back to you, his hand on the door handle, “Do not pretend to mourn anyone but the prince you are so besotted with. We shall leave at first light,” he said firmly and finally before he left and the resounding boom of the door shutting behind him caused you to fall to your knees and sob.

It took a long time for the tears to dry as you thought of the ruination of your life that was sure to come from your father’s decision.

You snuck out through the tunnels you found in your room at the Red Keep years ago when you were a child.

You snuck your way to the dragon pit and could finally feel yourself breathe again as you saw him.

His back was turned to you and his long white hair gleamed in the moonlight as he ran his hand across Vaghar’s scales.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, eyes full of tears again as you realized this would be the last time you saw him before you were shipped off and married to a stranger.

He turned and took you in with an intense expression.

“Come here, dear heart,” he said as he pulled you into his arms.

You cried into his chest as he rubbed his large hand up and down your back and held you tightly.

“Your father is an imbecile,” he finally said, his voice low and full of anger.

“I hate him,” you sobbed.

“You are mine. You should be mine and mine alone. If you were wed to me you would be a princess of the realm rather than just the lady of a frozen patch of unwanted land,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I want to be yours,” you whimpered.

“He turned down my mother’s proposal for us to be wed. His decision is beyond my comprehension,” he said with a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we…” you trailed off, unsure of your own words.

“My mother forbade me from spiriting you away on Vaghar and wedding you this night. It would mean war between our houses, war we cannot afford to wage at this time,” he said and you could hear the grief in his voice.

There were no more tears to be shed. You looked up at him and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Let me be yours, at least just for this night, take me one more time, Aemond. Make me yours, please,” you said and the words were barely out of your mouth before he kissed you, no - devoured you, in a kiss full of fire and passion.

You spent the night with Aemond, your body entangled with his in pleasure and love and the next morning you faced your fate with a face of stone and a mind full of comforting memories of your lover.

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Three years later

You strode into the Red Keep next to your husband and attempted to keep yourself from trembling.

King Aegon had requested the presence of the Starks and nearly all other important houses in the seven kingdoms for the celebration of his twins’ name day.

You weren’t sure how you felt about visiting your childhood home again after years of being gone.

Part of you wished you could’ve stayed in Winterfell, as much as you hated it there, at least you could avoid the emotional heaviness of being back home.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Aemond since you left. It was too dangerous for you if he were to write to you and though he was the prince, there was no plausible excuse for him to visit you in your husband’s house.

You missed him desperately and more so with each day that passed.

Time had not lessened your love for him. No, your dragon had lit a fire within you that would never go out.

There was certainly no love between you and your husband. He was not harsh with you, but treated you as a duty and a burden he must endure.

You loathed when he called you his wife. You had dreamed of Aemond calling you that since you were a young woman.

You entered the throne room and your eyes darted around as you looked for him.

He towered where he stood, his presence strong and intense, next to the throne. His hands were clasped behind his back and his hair had grown longer, nearly to his waist now. He appeared to have put on muscle in the years you had been gone. He looked good and your heart clenched in your chest.

As he spoke quietly to Aegon, his jaw sharp as his face was turned away from you, you took your time to take him in and control your own emotions.

You could not allow them to show on your face.

The king’s guard announced you and your husband’s arrival and Aemond turned to face you.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. You worried your heart would gallop out of your chest.

His lips pursed as he took in your husband and then his eye landed on you.

You knew him well enough to see the emotion he tried to hide so well as he took in your form and then stared into your eyes.

You hoped he had similar thoughts about you as you had about him. Winterfell had not been easy on you, but you did your best to present yourself well today. Your lady’s maid had been exasperated with you when you changed your dress three times before settling on the one you were currently wearing.

Aemond nodded slightly at you and you curtsied back. Your husband mistook Aemond’s nod for himself and your curtsy for Aegon as he too nodded back before he bowed.

You sat at the feast and resisted the urge to bang your head on the table before you.

Your husband largely ignored your presence as he spoke with the other lords around him and on your other side sat your father, whom you were hardly on friendly terms with.

You did your best to not acknowledge the feeling of Aemond’s eye on you as he smoldered at you from across the room, but your body temperature raised each time you could feel his attention.

Your eyes met his and he smirked softly at you as if he could tell the way he flustered you and took pride in it.

Your father looked over at you and you quickly looked down at the table.

“You are not to speak to him,” he hissed in your ear.

You turned and glared at your father.

“There are already rumors of you being unable to bear a child as you have failed in your duty thus far. I will not have additional rumors of you being a whore because that entitled prince cannot keep his hands off of you,” he whispered in your ear, his tone harsh.

“Nothing has happened,” you retorted with your eyes narrowed at him.

“And nothing will,” he replied firmly and you huffed but refused to reply.

It was an exquisite pain to sit across a crowded room from the love of your life and have duty and your roles in life form a harsh unbreakable line between the two of you.

You didn’t know what changes time had wrought on his life and subsequently his feelings for you, but you burned for him.

A heat and desire you hadn’t felt in years ignited inside you once again as you felt his gaze linger on you once again. You refused to look back.

Your husband turned to you, “Do you wish to greet the king and his family with me? They are your childhood friends, are they not?”

You didn’t think you had the willpower to refuse him as being closer to Aemond was what every fiber of your being wanted.

“Yes, that sounds nice,” you said demurely.

He led you arm in arm, which you loathed, to stand before the Targaryen’s table.

No proper introductions were needed this time for they were completed when you first entered the throne room.

Instead Helaena called your name excitedly and hurriedly rounded the table to wrap you in a hug.

“Helaena, how I’ve missed you,” you said as you hugged her back.

“We must catch up. It has been far too long,” she said as she pulled back and gripped your hands.

“Yes, perhaps a walk through the gardens tomorrow,” you said excitedly and she nodded.

Alicent then appeared by your side and pulled you into a hug.

“My dear, you look well, how is winterfell treating you?” she asked as she pulled back and looked at your face.

You glanced over at your husband who was deep in conversation with Aegon and Aemond, though it was obvious to you that Aemond’s attention was covertly on you rather than the surely dull conversation.

“It is good. Though I will admit that I have missed King’s Landing,” you said, and once again glanced at Aemond.

Alicent nodded knowingly, “It will always be your home.”

You nodded and refused to allow tears to fill your eyes.

Aegon called your name and you reluctantly turned to join their conversation.

He slung an arm around your shoulders and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

Your relationship with Aegon was precarious at best, as children you always took Aemond’s side and would always snip back at Aegon when he was being a prick, even going so far as to prank him back a few times.

You knew Aegon was only embracing you to piss off Aemond, his idea of humor was nearly always at his brother’s expense.

“How I’ve missed you,” the King said and you shot him a warning glare.

“Do you remember when we were children and you and Aemond would always hide away in the library so to tease you I released a flock of birds into your little sanctuary?” Aegon said with a laugh.

You merely sighed.

Helena’s attention had wandered across the room and Alicent appeared frustrated with Aegon’s tendency to cause trouble, though she made no comment.

“Hm, a wonderful prank,” Aemond said in a monotone, clearly unamused tone.

“They were everywhere, the librarians were furious and you were so upset,” Aegon laughed as he squeezed you.

Your husband glanced between you and Aegon, clearly confused and not as amused as the king seemed to be.

It must be disorienting for him to see how closely bound you were to the family of dragons, and yet he did not know the true extent of your attachment.

“Perhaps you also remember the time I crushed berries in your shampoo and your hair was blue for days,” you said with attitude and with another laugh Aegon finally released you.

“Aemond, you have not truly greeted our childhood friend, embrace her,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake.

You took a shuddering breath as you looked at him.

His gaze was intense and threatened to drown you in a wave of fire. His lips were pursed in irritation at his brother and the moment lasted a heartbeat too long. The awkwardness and tension between the two of you became obvious to those in the small group around you.

Aemond was a man that only ever showed affection in private moments when it was just the two of you. Certainly not in front of your husband and his entire family.

It was best that he didn’t embrace you, you didn’t know if you would be able to hold yourself back from melting into his arms, his warmth, his scent. Gods, you wanted him.

“Perhaps the lady should instead be embraced by her husband rather than continue to be passed around by Targaryens,” Alicent said lightly and efficiently resolved the tension.

Cregon chuckled awkwardly before he reached his hand out to yours.

You reluctantly placed your hand in his and allowed him to wrap his arm around you.

Though, of course his embrace did not last. You did not miss how Aemond’s jaw clenched as he saw your husband touch you.

Thankfully the conversation quickly moved on as Aegon promised to introduce your husband to all the pleasures of King’s Landing. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that.

Everyone was placated with more wine and as Aegon and Cregon sank into their cups you decided to take your leave.

Your husband waved you off without care and with a sigh you left the throne room and the lively party within it.

You quickly dismissed the knight guarding you as you made your way to your room, grateful that you were given the same room you used to have as a girl and that your husband was given a different room so that you would not have to deal with his drunken state.

You took deep breaths as you strode through the Red Keep and decided that you could not allow your thoughts to linger on Aemond any longer, it was too dangerous for a woman in your position to be pining over a young love.

A hand grabbed at your wrist and yanked you into a darkened hallway. Before you could scream there was another hand covering your mouth and you were yanked back into a man’s chest.

You squirmed and fought and attempted to reach for the dagger hidden underneath your skirts where it was sheathed against your thigh.

The man snatched your hand as if he knew what you were trying to do.

“Will you stop fighting me?” Aemond’s voice hissed at you in the dark and all of the fight immediately left you as you realized it was Aemond’s body you were pressed against.

He sighed and released you.

Of course he knew you were reaching for your dagger, he had been the one to gift it to you and taught you how to use it.

You quickly whirled around to look at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped at him, but remained careful and kept your voice down.

“Oh how I’ve missed you, dear heart,” he said with a smirk and had to resist the urge to slap him.

You settled for a glare which caused him to chuckle.

“I didn’t know how else to get you alone without causing suspicion,” he said as he glanced around to ensure the two of you were still alone.

“Causing suspicion? You scared the shit out of me! I could have stabbed you!” you whisper-yelled.

He merely stared at you in disbelief. Of course he would take offense to the suggestion that you could best him in any sort of combat scenario.

You sighed in exasperation.

He smirked once again.

“Have you not missed me, my lady?” he purred and stepped forward and crowded you against the wall.

He placed a hand on either side of the wall near your head and effectively caged you in. Though, you’d never felt more free. With him, in his arms, was where you always wanted to be.

“Of course I have,” you said but you refused to look at him for fear of what his stare could make you do.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and turned your head so that you could meet his gaze.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb as it fell.

“Meet me tonight. In our spot,” he urged you.

You sniffled.

“I cannot,” you said, though your tone was clearly uncertain.

“Meet me tonight,” he repeated himself, his voice passionate and persuasive.

“I am married, Aemond. I cannot meet you anywhere, if anyone even found me speaking to you now it could ruin me,” you hissed through clenched teeth.

“No one will know,” he whispered.

You shook your head again and looked at the floor.

“Just to talk, nothing more,” he reassured you.

You looked up at him once again and your resolve broke.

Of course you missed your lover Aemond, but somehow, even more so, you missed having him as your friend.

“Okay,” you said with a nod and his face split into a grin.

“See you at midnight, my lady,” he said before he pressed a kiss to your forehead then swiftly walked away before you could protest.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile from forming as you strode the rest of the way to your room.

You announced to your guards that you were feeling ill and to notify your husband that you were not in need of company should he inquire about you, not that he would.

Once you were in the safety of your room, you walked around in awe as you ran your hand across the furniture.

It was nearly unchanged from your time spent in it during your girlhood.

You wondered if that was due to Alicent, though she has her flaws you always felt her motherly love and you loved her as well. You suspected that she was devastated as well that you did not join her family.

Perhaps she had taken pity on Aemond and that was why he had not been forced into an unwanted marriage as you had.

You waited anxiously for midnight to come and once it was near you pressed on the large painting next to the bed and it popped open to reveal a hidden passageway.

It was something you and Aemond had discovered when you were children exploring the Red Keep and running away from Aegon and his reign of terror over the two of you.

You grabbed the cloak from where it laid on the ground next to the hidden doorway and dusted it off, before you wrapped it around yourself and pulled the hood over your head.

You snapped the portrait-door shut behind you and crept through the dark passageway, guided only by your memory and your hand on the wall.

Soon you were deposited outside of the Red Keep and snuck your way through the shadows to the dragon pit.

“Hello beautiful,” you murmured as you came upon Vaghar.

The massive dragon cracked an eye open and huffed out a breath at you.

You giggled at her grumpy temperament and raised and put out your hand in a request for permission to touch her.

She grumbled in a way that you knew meant it was okay, so you gently ran a hand across the scales of her face and she made a soft pleased noise that made you smile.

You felt Aemond’s presence behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his chest to your back. His large hand covered yours as you pet Vaghar.

“She missed you nearly as much as I did,” he whispered in your ear and his long white hair fell over your shoulder as he did.

“I missed her as well,” you said.

“Hm, but not me,” he teased, his voice light.

You elbowed him lightly in the stomach and turned around to look at him, “Do not jest, Aemond.”

He watched you warily.

“I have yearned for you every day these long years but you touch me and speak as if the circumstances are not vastly different from the last time we saw one another.”

He pressed his lips together.

“You are mine,” he said lowly.

“I am not! I am not,” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes.

Your voice broke as you spoke, “I am wed, Aemond. I have a husband, who I dislike greatly, but he is my husband all the same. My heart will always belong to you, but I cannot be yours any longer.”

He opened his mouth to speak but you barreled right through him.

“Have you thought of what would happen to me if I were discovered to be here with you? Allowing you to speak to me to-to touch me so familiarly? I would be branded a whore, my prince. Your prior claim on my heart would make no difference in others’ eyes. I do not think you are taking that seriously enough. It would ruin me.”

He sighed, “Of course I understand, dear heart, I wish for nothing but your safety. I swear to you I will keep my hands to myself until you give me explicit permission to touch you. And even if that never comes, I would still like to enjoy the presence of your company.”

You sighed and nodded slightly at him.

He commanded Vaghar to move her head and revealed the spot he had set up behind her, fully protected from any prying eyes by her huge body as she placed her head back in its regular spot.

The language of Old Valyrian rolled off his tongue and filled you with another rush of desire for him.

You sat next to him on the blanket, but regretfully far enough that your body did not touch his. You rested your back on Vaghar’s warm scaled body and took a deep breath in, relishing the familiarity.

He poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you. You smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you said and you could see him physically restrain himself from reaching out and touching your hand. It cracked at your heart and your resolve.

“Tell me of your life in Winterfell, how is it?” he asked earnestly.

“It is cold,” you said and he chuckled.

You smiled but then looked down at the cup in your hand.

“Truthfully, it is very lonely.”

His face was solemn as he waited for you to continue.

“Other than my lady’s maid Brienne, I feel very alone in the North. My husband treats me as if I am a duty and burden he has to bear. The people of Winterfell are…. cold and unwelcoming. I feel as if I have no voice there and am constantly dismissed. Perhaps I need to stop comparing my current life to my past one, but I have missed your sister and your mother’s company. It is difficult living with so much formality all the time.”

He nodded at you, understanding that there were no words to comfort you, nothing that could change the duty you had to endure.

You reached for his hand and allowed him to hold it in his much larger one.

“I wished to write to you, as I did Helaena but I felt it too dangerous.”

“I understand. I refrained from writing you as well, I did not want to cause any trouble for you,” he said and squeezed your hand slightly.

“What of your life? How have you been?” you asked.

“I have kept myself rather busy with my responsibilities,” he said as he pursed his lips and swallowed.

“To distract myself from thinking of you,” he admitted quietly.

Your heart cracked in half as the man you loved so much looked at you, sadness and pain hidden behind longing.

You slipped your hand from his.

“It seems this time apart has not been easy on either of us,” you said softly and your arms ached to hold him.

“So many times I rode Vaghar and found myself unconsciously directing her north. I dreamt of unleashing her fire upon Winterfell and bringing you home, leaving only ashes behind us,” he said, his voice dark and deep.

“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out and your eyes prickled with tears.

He sighed. “A childish dream I have done my best to shove out of my mind. We are no longer in our youth and must conform to the expectations of us,” he said, tone firm as if he were reprimanding himself.

“I am tired of conforming, of doing my duty,” you whispered as your fingers grazed his once again.

“I try my best to not think of you performing your duty,” he said darkly as he looked away from you.

You dropped your hand from his and looked down.

“There is no pleasure or joy in it,” you whispered as you stared at your lap.

“Hm.”

“Have you…?” you asked as you peeked up at him through your eyelashes.

He nodded, “I have, though there was no love in it as we once had.”

You swallowed and nodded, of course you could not expect him to remain faithful to you while you were married to someone else and away in the north.

Still, it stung. It made you understand how he must feel about you being married to another.

“There are rumors about me. I have endured my duty for years and yet no child has come of it. You and I always took precautions when we were together to prevent a child but now... people whisper that I am barren and I worry they are correct.”

“Your value is more than your ability to bear a child,” he reassured.

You licked your lips and ignored the urge to throw yourself in his arms.

“Not to men like my husband and my father,” you muttered.

He sighed.

“Perhaps you could distract me with tales of your adventures,” you said.

He smirked, distracting you from your worries was a skill he had developed over years of friendship.

“Vaghar and I visited Dorne last year,” he told you.

He enchanted you as he told you tale after tale of his travels, places you’d once longed to see with him.

You giggled and smiled as he shared with you, a small part of you resented that he was still able to find such joy without you, though he did tell you he always longed for you to be with him.

You shared with him the few happy stories you had of your time apart.

You felt close with him once again, as if it were old times and you were still young lovers with your whole lives ahead of you. As if time and circumstances had not ruined what was between you. As if you were friends once again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered as he stared at you while you laughed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the center of your world. Like you love me,” the words tasted like acid as they fell off your lips.

“I do love you. I’ve never once stopped loving you even with time and distance between us,” he said.

“Aemond” you reprimanded, but your voice was as weak as your resolve.

“Tell me you do not feel the same way and I shall never speak of it again,” he promised.

“I can’t,” you said as you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from saying such forbidden words.

You wished you could force yourself to break his heart now and end this. To walk away from him, but his hold on you was too great and you cared for him too much to hurt him anymore than life had already hurt the both of you.

As you stared into his deep blue eye you felt your self control finally break.

“Kiss me, Aemond,” you breathed out.

It was clear his self control was frayed and broken long before, for as soon as the words fell from your mouth, his lips were on yours.

His hand at the back of your neck pulled you in as he kissed you near ferociously.

He devoured you, consumed you, and you submitted to him. You felt at home once again in his arms as he pulled you tight to his body and laid you down.

You moaned in tandem with him as your tongues tasted each other once again.

Your entire body lit on fire as you gripped at him and felt his weight on top of you.

You yanked at his clothes as you kissed him back with urgency.

“Need you,” you moaned as he helped you remove his coat and shirt.

You groaned at the feeling of his warm skin and tight muscles under your hands.

“Fucking perfect,” he moaned as he slipped his hands under your dress to caresss the bare skin of your legs.

You let out a high pitched, “Oh!” at the feel of his large calloused hands as they roamed up to grip at the flesh of your thighs.

“Need you inside me,” you gasped as you pressed your lips to his jaw and trailed them down his neck.

He hissed as you bit down and sucked on the sensitive skin of his throat.

“Say it,” he ordered as his hands began to unlace the back of your dress.

You immediately knew exactly what he meant.

“I’m yours, Aemond.”

He groaned.

“Mine,” he whispered against your lips as he slipped you out of your dress and bared you before him.

The unspoken understanding that you were only his for this night hung heavy between the two of you but you both ignored it as you tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him once again.

“You still wear it,” he said in awe as he saw your necklace clasped around your throat. The necklace he gave you years ago, when he promised you would be his and his alone. The necklace you always wear and keep hidden under your clothes. The necklace you grasp when you are anxious or lonely or thinking of Aemond. The necklace you lied about to your husband and claimed it was from your deceased mother so he would not question your attachment to it. The small sapphire in the crook of your throat gleamed in the dim light.

“Of course I do,” you whispered.

He blinked rapidly, swallowed, and licked his lips to repress the rush of emotions he felt.

He kissed you in an attempt to make you feel everything he felt rather than have to say it.

Your hands roamed his body, anything you could reach, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso.

You gasped as his warm mouth found your breasts.

He felt so good.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and you wiggled your hand underneath the tight leather to wrap your hand around his hardened length.

He groaned your name as you gripped him.

“Need to taste you,” he said before he moved down and placed himself between your thighs.

Your breath caught at the magnificent sight.

He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and licked his lips as he stared at your core.

You whimpered in impatience and desire.

“How I have missed you,” he said before he finally used his tongue on you.

The pleasure that racked through your body immediately prevented your question about whether he was speaking to you or your pussy.

You gripped at his hair as his tongue swirled your clit and your toes curled.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you breathed out.

“Mmm,” he moaned into your soaked warmth as he pushed his tongue inside you.

He gripped your hips tightly and held you in place as he gave you pleasure that you hadn’t experienced in years.

“I’m so close,” you breathed out and he groaned.

His perfect lips closed around your clit and he sucked lightly.

You gasped his name as your release racked through your body.

He continued to lick you for his own pleasure until you whined and attempted to push his face away.

He chuckled darkly, a satisfied smirk on his face.

He stared at you, your chest heaving as you took gasping breaths, while he removed his pants and bared himself before you.

You whimpered quietly in need.

He placed his hands on your waist and yanked you closer to him where he knelt before you.

Your gasp quickly turned into a moan as he, in one fluid motion, buried himself deeply and fully inside you.

He took a deep breath and the frantic energy within him seemed to settle now that he was inside you.

His hand traced your body and you arched up to feel closer to him, to give him access to all of you.

You pulled his face to you, gently and slowly, and kissed him with all the love in your heart.

His lips moved against yours languidly as if the two of you had all the time in the world.

“You feel so good,” you whispered against his lips and he nipped at your bottom lip playfully.

“You are better than all my dreams of you in our time apart,” he said and pressed a long kiss to your lips.

Then, finally, he moved. In and out of you in long slow thrusts that had you keening.

You clenched around him and begged him to go faster, to claim you, as harshly and deeply as he wanted, as you could tell he needed by the gleam in his eye.

He complied with a growl as the last of his self control snapped.

His pleasure was your pleasure as he filled you, moved inside you, and hit the spot inside you only he could find.

You whined in ecstasy as he groaned your name. You clung to him and your nails dug into his back, which surely left your mark on him. The thought only fueled the raging fire within you.

“Say it again,” he gasped and you could tell he was near his release as you neared yours.

“I’m yours, Aemond, yours,” you whined as his harsh thrusts overwhelmed you.

“Mine,” he groaned.

“I love you,” you gasped as you hit your peak.

He groaned your name as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you moaned. “Need you to fill me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned and found his pleasure as well.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled you into a kiss so gentle and in contrast to the way he had just claimed you.

He pulled out of you and before you could mourn the loss he pulled you into his arms as he laid on his back.

You snuggled into his chest and his hand rubbed up and down your back.

You swallowed back the rush of emotion that you felt as he held you and expressed care for you rather than leaving you alone as soon as the act was over like your husband did. But of course Aemond would hold you just as he always had.

You laid there with him and did your best to not fall asleep with how safe and loved you felt in his embrace.

You sighed in contentment as he kissed the top of your head.

“Aemond,” you said.

“Hm.”

“It is nearly morning, I should go so we are not caught,” you whispered, though you did not want to shatter the comfortable silence.

He groaned in annoyance.

“Mm, no,” he said as he hugged you tighter.

“Aemond,” you chided.

“I do not wish to see you go again,” he said, barely concealed pain in his voice at the thought.

“And I do not wish to leave you again but we have little choice,” you lamented.

He sighed.

“Perhaps I can visit you again tomorrow night. You are staying for a week’s time, yes?” He said as his gentle fingers traced your side.

“Yes,” you said weakly.

You were just drawing out the next goodbye. More time together would just make it hurt more, wouldn’t it? But you were powerless against the pull you felt towards him.

This was inevitable. It was always going to happen. It was as if the gods had designed the two of you from the same material then cruelly set your fates so that you would not be able to walk through life together.

He was drawn to you just as you were drawn to him and neither of you had the strength to stay away from one another. The moment your father betrothed you to someone other than Aemond he sealed your fate.

You became a shell of your former self, a ghost that was only brought back to life by Aemond’s touch, by treachery and broken vows. You deserved the horrible things people would say about you, for they were all true. You loved Aemond so much and would never tell him no, would never deny him your heart or your body, no matter your allegiance to another.

So you agreed, and for nearly every night you remained in King’s Landing you let Aemond hold you, love you, kiss you, and make love to you.

“Do not go,” he whispered to you, his lips on yours, the last night of your stay. The sun once again threatened to rise and your time together was sprinting away.

“I have no choice,” you said as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You did not know when you would be able to see him again, to talk to him again, to touch him again.

He stepped back from you and anger overtook his face to mask the broken heart and sorrow.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded.

“And what? Be a disgrace to my house? Be your whore? I cannot,” you said, your voice somehow steady despite your tears.

He sunk down into the nearest chair and placed his head in his hands.

He sighed deeply and reached out his hand to you.

You stepped closer to him and placed your hand in his. He gripped you tightly.

“I see now that I have made this difficult situation much worse by my lack of self control and endless pursuit of you,” he said as he looked up at you.

You bit your lip to keep your tears from turning into sobs.

“It is not your fault alone,” you said gently.

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you.

You held him as tight as the knot in your chest as he buried his face in your throat.

“I love you,” you said softly, brokenly.

“Mm.”

You sighed.

“It is a fact of life,” he said.

“What?”

“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Dragons are not completely tameable. Children will always grow old.”

“Aemond, what are you talking about?” you interrupted him.

“And I will always love you. It is a fact of life. It is in my nature, my bones, to love you,” he said softly.

You crushed your lips to his and you couldn’t tell if the salty taste was due to your tears or his.

“This is not our last goodbye, I promise you we will see one another again, dear heart,” he said as he pulled back with a hand on your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and sniffled as you tried your best to stop crying.

As you watched him leave, you were certain you’d never hurt this much in your entire life. Your heart shattered all over again. It was a physical pain in your chest and you suddenly fully understood the phrase broken heart.

Sure, your heart was broken when you had to leave him years ago but this… this was somehow worse.

This was no longer a girlish young love. He was cemented in your heart and yet you still could not fully have him.

Your heart turned to stone with every mile your carriage took you away from King’s Landing.

_______________________

9 Months Later:

Tears streamed down your face as your newborn babe was placed on your chest. The halls of winterfell were no longer full of your screams, but rather your joy.

“It is a boy, my lady,” the maester said.

You cradled him close to you and pressed a kiss to his head.

You blinked away the tears and looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time.

Your heart stopped.

“Oh my little dragon heart,” you whispered brokenly, quietly enough that no one else could hear you, as you saw the tuft of white hair on the crown of his head.

“I shall call for Lord Stark so he may meet his son,” the Maester said as he left.

You were alone with your Lady’s Maid.

“Brienne,” you said as you grabbed her arm.

Her eyes flickered between you and your son.

“He is beautiful, my lady,” she said.

“Brienne, you have served me loyally since I was ten and two. Let us be honest with one another,” you said frankly and she nodded vigorously.

“You know me better than most people and I consider you one of my closest friends.”

You looked down at your son once again and your eyes filled with tears.

“It must be said now, and never again, I need you to swear to protect my secrets and help me, do you swear?” You asked as you stared into her eyes.

“Yes, my lady, I swear. My loyalty has always been to no other but you.”

You nodded and took her hand and squeezed it in gratitude.

“You know I have loved Prince Aemond since I was a girl. This child is a Targaryen,” you whispered.

Brienne nodded at you, but tears streamed her cheeks as well.

“Oh my lady, what have you done?” she asked in gentle concern.

“Love has led my actions and we must protect this child, he is my dragon heart. Help me, please,” you begged.

She nodded.

“I shall talk to the maester. Perhaps he can suggest to Lord Stark that the color of his hair is a birth defect. Does he know of your feelings for the prince? Does he suspect anything?” she asked, she spoke quickly and quietly as you both worried that footsteps would soon be heard coming down the hall.

“No. He performed his duty as a husband prior to me being with child, so he has no reason to suspect anything. He has no knowledge of my relationship with the prince. When I laid with Aemond when we visited the Red Keep, I suspected that I was barren given my inability for years to produce a child. I now see that was due to my husband’s inability to sire children. I hoped all this time that the child was a Stark, but he looks just like my love,” you kissed his perfect face and felt your heart could not swell anymore with love.

“I will do everything in my power to quell rumors and suspicions. I will also speak with the Maester,” she said as she nodded at you and departed.

“Oh my love,” you cried brokenly as you held your son and wished that the trajectory of life could have been different.

That the footsteps coming down the hall could be Aemond’s rather than the husband you have no love for.

That Aemond could be there to meet his son, to wrap you in his arms and kiss you for your good efforts to bring such a beautiful Targaryen child into the world.

You felt broken by the thoughts of what could have been.

You needed to fill yourself with steel, with dragon fire, and fight and claw in a way you had never had to before in order to protect the babe in your arms.

For if anyone found out the truth, you and the child would be ruined.

To be continued..... Part Two Part Three Epilogue

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