#issa drabble

[roanniom]

eddie telling you to behave out in public when you keep whispering things into his ear😵‍💫😵‍💫 plz i need him biblically

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, public teasing, sexual themes, Eddie has to bowl with an erection lol

“You look delicious in those jeans. Have I told you that?” you whisper, breath hot on his ear and fingers curling around his bicep as you lean close to make the comment. Eddie rolls his eyes and places a firm hand on your thigh.

“You’re playing with fire here, princess. You know that.”

That crash of a bowling ball knocking into pins should rattle you from your horniness, but you’re too distracted by the cut of Eddie’s jaw to really notice. You lean up and place a coquettish kiss to the angle of said jaw, sliding your hand from his bicep to his chest.

“What if I like fire? What if I want to make you sweat,” you mumble into his skin. Your shared friends are too busy hooting and hollering over Steve’s strike to notice the inappropriate way you’re loving on your boyfriend in such a public space.

“We’ll mission accomplished then, babe,” Eddie says with a chuckle. His hand squeezes your thigh and goes to move, but you slap yours down on top of it, pushing it up, just under the hem of your skirt.

“Fuck me in the bathroom then, if I got you so hot.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie groans. He looks up to see if anyone has noticed the way you’ve gotten him so worked up, but thankfully everyone has moved on to watching Robin prance toward the lane like a baby deer.

Eddie turns back to you, taking in your hazy eyes and the way you bite your lip. Your proposition is no joke. You really do want him to fuck you in the dirty bathroom of the Hawkins bowling. By the way you’re looking like you want to eat him whole, you’d probably even blow him if he asked, knees on the dirty tile floor and his cock so far down your throat he’d see stars.

Eddie has to take a deep breath to stop these thoughts from overwhelming him. Before he could decide what to do with you, Steve calls out to him.

“Munson! Stop eye fucking your girl, it’s your turn.”

Eddie’s head whips around to find all of his friends staring at him, a collection of amused and annoyed faces among them. He swallows hard and stands up, but his eyes shoot to you when he hears you giggle.

“Hope your turn isn’t too hard for you, Eds,” you say, staring pointedly at the erection starting to strain the front of his jeans.

“Oh fucking…” Eddie scrubs a hand over his face in exasperation. He palms himself shamelessly to keep himself tucked in his waistband, still facing you and away from his friends. You bite your lip again and look up at him with a smug expression on your face.

Eddie lightly grips your chin and lifts it up towards him, speaking low so only you can hear him.

“Behave. And maybe I’ll fuck you.”

“Maybe?” you ask with a pout. He leans down and kisses that pout before walking over to grab his bowling ball.

~*~

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson thots #eddie munson Drabble #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #issa’s flying morning

[whumblr]

For my next trick for Finish Your Fucking Wips February I will finish a wip I didn't even remember writing!

#how's that for a free bingo square! #I opened my drabble word file and was like #wait I wrote that? #oh...oho...ohohoho >:3 #issa good one an evil one I like it #I'm appalled I forgot about it actually #that.being.said... I need to FINISH it first #pref in february

[aaternum-a]

If a soul could eat stars, she imagined this one devoured thousands. But instead of the sun, she’d become a volcano. A pyre billowing beneath her veins where blood should have been. It burns, but it doesn’t bleed through her spaces.  If she presses against her throat, she can feel where it swells in tides. Out of delight. In fury. And she swallows it. Again and again. See a volcano is sun-kissed without its light.  When it erupts, no one wants its warmth.

#let me make these tags more legible #i wanted to write a dream-drabble about the way ryu views her innermost emotions #and what she perceives to be the reasons why she feels isolated #but i'm like so disappointed because this is all i can come up with #but i don't really want it to go to waste #so i'm throwing it up here. #okay cool that's much better #— ooc. ( ❛ issa moon)

[elektra-world]

ELEKTRA “OVERDOSE” RELAY DANCE

COMMENTS...

Yuaremyfire I am very attracted to Yua. She is so effortlessly charismatic and cool. like major girl crush vibes to the max this era.

KenzieKpopReacts can we acknowledge the fact that Kay has a lot of bamf energy this time ‘round? Like she is so cute and stylish yet pulls off this dark concept so well and is very alluring. i knew i picked her as my bias for a reason!!

stankfacetae21314 i am in love with these girls srsly.

Linasanchezlolcheesy hyesoo is too pretty it hurts me

myhopeishobi i like lilah a lot. starpunch are dum af 4 not debuting her when they had her.

#⚡ - elektra - feel the current ⋆·˚ ༘ * #⚡ - elektra - media #issa queued #kpop au #kpop ff #oc kpop group #kpop oc #kpop headcannons #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #fictional idol community #fake kpop company

[madame-fear]

Brain rot of Jace practicing high valyrian on ur clit🫶🫶🫶🫶that’s it ily!!!!

꒰ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ (I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, ilyt!!) ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 469.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; slight profanity, slight praising, cunnilingus/oral sex (f receiving).

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“Ao sylutegon sīr sȳz,” (you taste so sweet.)

A reddish hue began forming on your thighs, along the marks of Jace’s fingers gripping them firmly, spreading your legs wide as his face was buried betweem your legs - his mouth overabusing your sensitive clit, as his fingers teasingly moved in and out of your entrance.

It had been a good idea, to tell Jace just how much you adored hearing him talk in High Valyrian. Perhaps he wasn’t yet properly good at it, but you were still delighted in having him practice with you. And what better idea he had, than to practice High Valyrian and eat you out all at once? Not only it was something that pleasured him, but overall it was a different type of experience that he knew you’d enjoy; and the eldest Velaryon was right.

“Fuck,” with soft pleas that escaped continously from your partly open lips, your hand found it’s way to his brunette hair, interwining your fingers on several strands and unconsciously burying his head deeper into your moist, stimulated pussy; moving your hips forwards to give him better access. “Iksā iā olvie sȳz riña, issi ao daor?” (you are such a good girl, aren’t you?) a proud grin grew at the corner of his plump lips, feeling his panting breath hit against your nub, increasing the speed of his fingers fucking you.

Wetness oozed from your cunt, coating his fingers, as his mouth occasionally drank from your own cum. “Kesan qogralbar ao tolvie tubis hae bisa, issa jorrāelagon.” (I will fuck you everyday just like this, my love). Your fingers gripped desperately from his hair, as his tongue flicked ravenously on your slick-coated folds, until his mouth found his way to nibble on your clit once again. A loud groan escaped deep from your throat, throwing your head back as a knot formed on your stomach, anticipating your release.

Briefly, his coffee eyes moved to stare at your expressions, taking pride in himself for how ruined he managed to get you - having you panting and begging for more. “Keep... Keep going,” you weakly encouraged, barely being able to form a coherent sentence, at the feeling of him stopping for a few seconds. He scoffed, widely grinning, as he lowered his face one again, placing gentle pecks all over your folds and slowly moving his fingers inside of you. “Ao hae ziry skori gaoman ziry hae bisa, gaomagon ao daor?” (you like it when I do it like this, don’t you?) he muttered, using his tongue to lap at your own fluids, that violently flowed out of you.

“Kostan hae sȳrī gaomagon bisa tolī jēdi lēda ao,” (I might as well do this more often with you), the eldest Velaryon whispered against your edging cunt, “Eminna jeme bantis mirre syt nyke, issa dōna.”

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#jacaerys velaryon smut #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader smut #jace velaryon x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x reader smut #hotd x reader smut #house of the dragon smut #hotd smut #jace velaryon smut #drabbles are open #amira’s 2300 followers celebration #I got inspired to write more while doing this huhuhu

[muddyorbsblr]

ill-intentioned "compliments"

Drabbles Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki steps in when a man subjects you to his tasteless opinion on your outfit

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 955 (issa blurb)

Warnings: creepy men being creepy; the tiniest dose of violence (let me know if I missed anything!)

Things to be aware of: a bit of mutual pining

"I haven't the slightest idea why we have even been tasked with this," Loki muttered, walking alongside you holding a paper with a list of errands for the two of you to run this weekend. Every other week, two names from the team were picked from a hat, and this week, your names popped up.

"Well Pepper said something about it helping the team seem more approachable, 'human', if the public sees us doing 'normal people' things. So getting groceries, getting the cars cleaned and gassed up, picking up pizza…little things."

He grumbled even worse; if he wasn't such a stickler for his princely stature, he'd probably be slouching and dragging his feet right about now. "I suppose it could be worse," he said softly. "I could have been partnered with less tolerable company."

"Why Mischief, are you saying you like having me around?" you quipped, playfully batting your eyes at the god. "High praise coming from you."

"Do not make me regret saying that, little mortal." He rolled his eyes at you, failing to hold back the twitching of the corner of his mouth and hide the amusement. As he often did when he was around you.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I like having you around, too."

Your words took him aback. "Truly?"

"Of course." You pointed at the next item on your list, before motioning toward the top shelf. "You're the most tolerable tall person I could've been partnered with. Last time I got partnered with your brother I had to push around two carts on my own."

You had to look away while he reached up for the carton of pickle jars, resisting against every urge to ogle at the way his midnight black jeans stretched over his inhumanly perfectly shaped ass. "Well for what it's worth, darling, I would never let you do any of this on your own--"

"We-he-heeeelll, Agent Y/L/N," a voice drawled out, coming from a man who was no less than two decades your senior, eyes filled with such prurient thoughts that he didn't even bother to hide as he leered at you. The way he said your name, along with the way he looked at you, felt like you were being blanketed in slime.

Made you want nothing more than to kick his ass. Or even rack up a debt to the god you were partnered with and ask for his help.

"Don't you look mighty fine today, in that cute little skirt…" The unwelcome lecherous admirer was reaching his hand out toward you, letting out a yowl of pain when Loki stormed over, grabbed the man's wrist in his significantly larger hand, and squeezed.

"I think not," he said through gritted teeth. "You're undeserving to be sharing the same breath as her and you believe yourself entitled to a touch?"

"What? I was just paying her a compliment!" the man whined. "It's a free country, you fucking alien. What? I can't tell a woman she's pretty anymore? Is that what--"

"You know damn well you were doing more than that. You were putting her in a situation to give a clear message, that despite her stature and place in society, because you have deemed it so, she is still subject to your lecherous thoughts. You were going to touch her without her consent because you wished for her to know that you can, and whatever happens in the aftermath will not nullify how she was already subjected to being groped by your grimy unworthy hands." The god squeezed a touch tighter, a near sadistic smile stretched across his face when he began to hear bones creaking and threatening to crack.

"Fucking psycho you're breaking my hand!"

"Oh I haven't even begun to get psychotic," Loki spat out, squeezing just a touch harder and hearing the first fracture finally give in. He begun to speak lower, and you were too far away to decipher what he said next. "You know not the lengths I would go for her, you impotent, tiny, inconsequential insectile excuse for a man. Anyone who sullies her mood will have me to answer to, am I being clear?"

Another squeeze. More fractures. And the once supercilious man was reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading for mercy. "P-Please I'm sorry, just let me go I won't do it again."

"See to it that you don't." The god's eyes glowed a vibrant green for a moment, casting an enchantment that would replicate the sensation of his hand fracturing whenever he would so much as feel the urge to touch another unfortunate unwitting woman moving forward. When he was certain that the spell had taken, he released the lech's hand with a derisive sneer, not even bothering to watch him scamper away, choosing instead to turn and cross the few steps back to you.

"You know I could've kicked his ass no problem."

"I have no doubts, little mortal, but that would also mean you would have given him the satisfaction of touching him." He broke out into a smile when you scrunched up your face at his response, fighting against the urge to reach for your hand. Or tuck that stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Or kiss you.

"Thank you," you said softly as you both started walking toward the register. "The guys back at the Compound got it so wrong about you. You're not so bad." Loki's heart stumbled at your words, only to start pounding in his chest as you continued. "I'm starting to wonder if you're bad at all."

For the first time in ages, the god found himself unable to form words, a warmth blooming in both his gut and his chest. "Anytime, darling."

A/N: Made this for @glitchquake because we should be allowed to wear cute workout clothes without worry about creepy fckers that 100% deserve stabbies when they try to bust out their creep factor 😤

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th  @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog @peaky-marvel @lokiified @tom-hlover @dryyoursaltyoceantears @herdetectivetheorist

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #muddyorbs writes

[achaoticeternal]

electric touch

aemond targaryen x niece!reader

summary: while taking a visit to the royal library, you come across aemond who seems to have a small gift for you. word count: 1.1k warnings: afab!reader, targcest, reader is mentioned to have violet eyes but that is the only descriptor. a/n: this was just a little drabble I thought of. i'm trying to get back into the grove of writing after my summer hiatus.

Though King’s Landing was quite an enticing place to visit, the climate at Dragonstone seemed to accommodate her taste better. Where Dragonstone held warm air and cooling sea breezes, King’s Landing lacked such a luxury. Whenever Rhaenyra made visits to the capitol with her daughter, neither princess slept well for their own reasons. Both, however, missed their own beds and comforts of home.

Currently, the younger Targaryen princess was making her way down the aisles of the library. Particularly, she found herself in the special collection that her uncle had curated. Books that varied from philosophy, the history of Old Valyria, and even strategies of ancient wars. However, sprinkled in between were books that contained the sweetest words held in between pages. Yes, both she and Aemond held a secret bond over the lines of fine poetry.

It was a love they learned as children. Whenever Aemond was not training or being tormented by his brother and nephews, he would accompany his niece at the weirwood tree. Helaena would not be too far off either, allowing the creatures in the gardens to climb into her gentle hands.

Such a memory caused a small smile to grace her lips as she reached for a book that had been well-loved.

“Have you come to wreck my shelves?” The voice interrupted her abruptly.

She jumped away from her spot, the breath returning to her lungs when she recognized the man. Her hands went to smooth out her skirts, “Good day to you, uncle…”

The lady went to reach for the book again. Still, it remained just out of reach. The scoff sounding next to her changed her focus once more.

“Have you not considered using your words to ask for help, riñītsos?” He questioned.

Little Girl.

Sighing at his question, she moved back from the shelf. As she faced him, her eyes flicked from the book to his gaze. Though her actions were childish, she did not anticipate being denied her wish, “Kostilus…” Please.

His dismissive hum could be heard as he moved in front of her. With ease, he gripped the spine of the book before bringing it down. Aemond held onto it for a moment, eye scanning over the cover. Epics of Old Valyria.

“I see you’ve been working on your native tongue,” the prince stated nonchalantly, “Though it is still peculiar to me as to why you deem it fit to borrow from my personal collection?”

The corners of her lips dropped at his words, “And do you enjoy withholding the pleasure of knowledge?”

His violet eye slowly trailed up her height. Both of them had grown since they’d last shared each other’s company. This was evident to both parties. Her eye then met her own violet ones as a chuckle played on his lips, “Withholding pleasure is enjoyable for some people.”

Her posture straightened immediately, the innuendo not going unnoticed. She took the book from his grip, preparing to move past him and back to the security of her mother’s chambers.

The princess did not make it more than two paces before his hand shot out to grasp at her forearm. His touch was not harsh, yet there was no warm to it either, “What are you forgetting?”

She breathed out in audible frustration. Her eyes still trained toward the exit of the library, keeping her distracted from his intense gaze, “Are you not supposed to be in attendance of the small council meeting? Or has your seat been taken?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened at the taunt. However, his demeanor remained relatively calm.

Finally, she answered him properly, “Kirimvose.” Thank you.

After a pause of silence, she craned her neck to look up at Aemond. Her gaze was met with a playful smirk, “Issa daorun” You’re welcome.

However, his hold did not retreat from her forearm. Instead, he continued, “I have a little gift for you. Consider it a welcoming present for my favorite niece.”

“Careful, uncle,” Her eyes refocused on his face. The rest of the library remained at a soft focus, “You wouldn’t want to hurt poor Jaehaera’s feelings.”

His upper tip seemed to curl into a snarl at the quick-witted comment. Releasing his hold, his hands went to the pockets of his doublet, eyeing the item within it. Pulling out the piece, a finely forged Valyrian steel chain dangled from his nimble fingers. Resting at the bottom of the chain was a pendant of a singular dragon with a sapphire for an eye. The craftsmanship itself must have cost a fortune, not to mention the installation of such a fine gemstone.

“Kepus,” Her voice lulled, “Gevie…”

Without a word, Aemond moved to stand behind her. His gentle touch caressed her upper back as he moved her hair onto one shoulder. The cool pendant rested atop her bosom, sending tingles throughout her chest. The chain itself snaked around the delicate skin of her neck where he now clasped it together, “Dōna zaldrītsos,” Aemond purred.

As she turned back to face him, her lithe fingers toyed at the pendant. She quickly grew accustomed to the weight of it and the metallic feel against her skin, “Where did you find such a necklace?”

The look on his face was passive as if he could not drop his uncaring disguise, “I had it made for you.”

As her browed raised in motion for him to continue, Aemond added on, “I figured it would be to your liking.”

She took a moment, eyes flickering from the leather he wore to the steel chain at her neck.

“I see,” She nodded, “And what moved you to commission such a fine piece?”

Unbeknownst to the lady, Aemond fought an inner battle. He wished to step closer to her and reach out once more. He hated that he could easily despise his nephews, but never her… Not the girl whom he read poetry with between lunch and tea time. The girl who was now a woman grown before him. His greatest torment and object of his deepest affections.

Aemond faced her once more, bringing up his hand to toy with the pendant at her chest now, “The thought of you wearing it for me…”

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all feedback is greatly appreciated. my ask box is open for requests.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #mattie writes #hotd x reader #hotd #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #prince aemond #aemond targaryen x you #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x niece!reader #fluff #drabble #blurb #game of thrones #house targaryen #rhaenyra X daughter!reader #niece!reader

[cambion-companion]

Hear me out, mild but super passionate after sex where aemond lets reader braid his hair 😩 while keeping her on his lap (her straddling him), caressing her body, holding her for dear life and softly kissing every inch of skin he can reach… just please I could die for thisss (specially if you make him use valyrian here and there), he deserves the purest, most desperate love

GOD I had to address this one real quick good lord over here fanning myself! This is a shorter drabble, but I plan on revisiting very often in future fics.

Aemond x female!reader | Smut leading to fluff...leading back to smut I got carried away | post-coital bliss | Breeding kink?

"Aemond!" His name spilled from your lips, as it had many times during the course of that warm night. You came undone around him as he thrusted erratically up into your heated core, spilling his warm seed deep inside you. Your hands pressed against his chest, Aemond gripping your hips so tight you expected marks would show the next day. You straddled him, milking his cock as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

"Y/N." Aemond breathed your name like a prayer, staring up at you, his silver hair splayed on the pillow. It was one of those rare, vulnerable moments he allowed you to be on top. With a shift, and his arms coming to hold you against him, Aemond sat up, so your chests brushed, his member still deep within you. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips. "Issa jorrāelagon, you were wonderful."

You took a lock of his hair in your fingers, pulling it over his shoulder as you began to braid. "I'm a natural at dragon riding."

Aemond snorted, not seeming to mind your attention to his hair as he littered kisses along your neck and shoulder. His arms were tight around you, holding you against him as though he wished to mold your bodies together. You chuckled wickedly as you felt him growing hard inside you once more, his cock twitching as you moved your hips teasingly. Aemond groaned, sucking the skin at your throat, his teeth and tongue working to mark you as his.

You continued weaving small braids into his long hair. "You have the loveliest hair, Aemond. It's quite unfair."

"Hmm." Was your only reply, he was busy kissing each freckle you had within reach of his lips. You let out a breathy gasp of pleasure as he began rutting gently into you. With firm hands at your back, Aemond guided you backwards to lay beneath him as he continued moving againt you with languid strokes.

He grabbed your legs, encouraging you to hook them around his torso, opening you further to his administrations. Aemond placed sloppy kisses to your breasts, his pace quickening, angled just right to hit the most sensitive part of you. Already you felt your core tightening with anticipation, your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell open, uttering a blissful sound halfway between his name and a moan.

"Aemond, I don't think I can." The sensation was so overwhelming, you could hardly think much less breathe, your vision going blurry as he drove himself deeper into you.

"You can, again. As many times as I will have you." Aemond's hand encircled your throat gently, his violet eye hooded as he looked down at your enraptured face. His pace was punishing now, the sound of your heavy breathing accompanied by the lewd wetness of your cunt already full from his last climax. "Take me, Y/N. I want you to bear me a child." Aemond was close, you could tell by the way his words slurred as he spoke. Your walls tightened around him, the feeling of overstimulation giving way to blinding ecstasy as you reached your limit. "I want to see your belly swell with my seed."

Those low, rasped words sent you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling apart once again, taking Aemond with you as he pumped more of his cum deep inside your aching core. His movements stilled, hand moving to cup the swell of your breast, kneading your plump flesh. After savoring the feel of your heat around him several more moments, Aemond reluctantly pulled out, leaving you feeling oddly empty.

"My, we've made quite a mess." Aemond got off the bed, walking to the water basin, grabbing a washcloth and soap as well.

You smiled with ardent affection for the man, watching him clean your body with tender care. He finished, frowning at the bedspread. "Yes, these sheets are quite ruined." Setting the bowl of soapy water aside, Aemond joined you on the mattress once more. "Does my little dragon rider desire a bath?" He placed a warm hand upon your stomach, ghosting his lips against your ear.

You reached up to comb your fingers through his hair, undoing the loosened braids you had made there. "I would love to bathe, but only if my dragon joins me."

"Hmm, you are in luck then, my love." Aemond chuckled softly, bringing your hand up to place soft kisses against your wrist. "Now you've claimed me, I will never leave your side."

#aemond smut #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond x oc #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen smut #aemond drabble #aemond imagine #aemond stannies #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond lemon #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond x reader #prince aemond targaryen #hotd smut #aemond targaryen x you

[sapphire-writes]

do a part 2 where the baby gets her dragon 😭 please

A little part 2 drabble for no matter what 💚

“KEPA!” the screams of your daughter are world-shattering.

Aemond leaped from the bed before your eyes could open, adjusting the early morning light. You follow close behind him, eyes wide with fright. 

“Skoros emagon massitas?” Aemond asks, his voice rough from sleep (What has happened). Your daughter crouches, in front of the fireplace. She points to the middle of the fire. The logs are black with soot, embers burning like bright red eyes. 

In the middle of the charcoal, her dragon egg has fallen from its holder and cracked open. Pieces of the egg pull apart from each other, a translucent membrane the only thing holding the pieces upright. Steam rises from the shell, as liquid drips onto the logs sizzling. 

You bring a hand to your mouth, shock overcoming you. Aemond’s gaze is locked on his daughter, as she turns to stand. She faces you, violet eyes wide. You hear the creature before you see it. A soft, cooing, sound of a baby bird. Held within your daughter’s arm is a small dragon, still covered in the membrane from its egg. 

Its scales are dark and it looks up at your daughter from its resting place in her arms. The dragon begins preening, never stopping its soft coos. 

“He’s mine,” your daughter says, a wide grin stretching across her face. The dragon shakes it’s wings, stretching them. It is a small creature, happy to be held. 

You look towards your husband, who smiles, running a hand over his jaw. His lilac eye is glassy, and a proud smile breaks across his face. You bring your hand to his arm.

The dragon cries out, as though agreeing.

I am hers. 

“Sȳrī gaomagon, issa dōna hāedar,” Aemond murmurs, still in awe of his firstborn holding a dragon of her very own. 

Well done, my sweet girl.

#aemond x reader #dad!aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond drabble #sapphire answers #aemond x you

[leviathanspain]

Hi! Saw you were taking requests!

If you want, maybe a Daemon or Aemond x reader drabble with 'if I can't have you, no-one can'. Maybe childhood friends/ unrequited love and reader comes back in a happy marriage to someone else. Or Daemon/ Aemond had an argument with their betrothed/spouse reader and someone else who was obsessed with reader attacks her (maybe even kills her).

Basically I want pure angst! No real happy ending!

Thank you and have a great day!

let me back into your life

daemon targaryen x reader

synopsis: daemon should’ve never come to winterfell

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“why are you here?” you asked, breaking the awkward silence that had been between the two of you for the last hour. daemon had asked for you to meet him privately, and considering you were married to the son of the lord of winterfell, getting the things you asked for required no sneaking of any kind.

“i wanted to see if the rumors were true.” he whispered, and looked down at your belly, “a child..is it his?”

you scoffed, and ran a hand down the front of your belly, “yes. it is. but i see no reason why that concerns you.”

you paced the room and daemon stood up abruptly from the chair closest to the fireplace. he was standing over you, overbearing, intimidating as always. “don’t act stupid. i’ve had you hundreds of times, i’ve reveled in your pleasure as you in mine. i have good reason to ask if that is my child you bare.”

you faltered, and pushed him away slightly, moving under his gaze.

“i was never yours to have, daemon!” you yelled at him, your hands on your belly as you paced your chambers nervously. “im not the one who got married first, daemon! if you remember, rhea royce exists! she’s your wife! she’s the one you should be with!”

daemon rolled his eyes, “the bronze bitch? you know i had no choice-“

you had enough. your eyes narrowed as you moved to shove him against the wall, hands bunching into his shirt, “and you think i did?” you looked at daemon with disdain and shook your head, “you were the one who didn’t ask my father for my hand, you were the one who jeopardized our future!” you let go and daemon let out a puff of anger.

“don’t ever lay your hands on me again, woman.” he threatened, his pride clearly hurt. he fumbled for his composure as he dusted his clothing of you, and held the sight of you with little regard.

you let out a bitter laugh, “now i’m woman? not..princess? my love? issa ābrazȳrys?” you looked at daemon who’s eyes were glued to the rich rugs on the floor, “you are a coward, daemon targaryen. you were a coward since the day i met you, a coward since the day i left you. why did you come back? certainly the cowardliness didn’t leave so soon, as even now you find it difficult to gaze into my eyes.”

you were cold, “am i the mistake you made? a loose end you needed to tie up? im sure viserys doesn’t know you are here, so why go through so much just to argue with me?”

daemon closed his eyes and shook his head, “stop.” he whispered, “stop!”

the fury in his eyes faded as defeat took over. you faltered and didn’t move from your spot. your child’s feet thumped furiously in your belly, and you parted your lips to say something, “im sorry daemon. but you need to leave.” you looked at him once more before you called in your personal guard.

“y/n! please, please just let me back into your life…” he cried, but you shuddered the thought away, “don’t make me get my husband.” you threatened, and daemon quieted as your guard hauled him away.

the child you bore had white hair, a trait of his true parentage that you tried to excuse with it being something passed down by your targaryen mother. your husband believed you, but you knew that word had spread of the child, and rumors had reached the rogue prince’s ears. even in his depression of losing you, he was happy to know that at least a part of him had made it back into your life.

#hotd angst #hotd x reader #daemon targaryen angst #daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon smut #daemon angst #hotd

[luminnara]

PLEASE WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON RHE HARPIES GIRLS??? I love them sm and theres so little info out there for them and you are one of the very few ppl who created stuff for them theyre so underrated its insane

Anything raging from the names and thoughts/drabbles you have about their personality, relationships, blah blah that you might want to share literally ANYTHING for them plz thank you sm if you do share🙏🙏🙏

I HAVE SO MANY AT THIS POINT also some of these will be appearing in unheavenly creatures part 3 which I HAVE been working on!!

okay so in my series Unheavenly Creatures, I named the two non-reader harpies Issa and Yarina because I thought they matched the Russian/Scandinavian/Eastern European inspired names for House Harkonnen, and I like to think that the harpies are considered extra beautiful on Giedi Prime so they need really ethereal, beautiful names that are equal parts solid yet airy

I don’t necessarily think they’re from the Bene Tleilax, because they’re SO human, yknow? The creatures we’ve seen in DV Duniverse that may be from the Bene Tleilax are the spider thing in part 1 and then the jester rodeo clown things in the arena in 2, and they’re all just significantly less “human” than the harpies

I like the idea that they’re like beauty and fashion icons on Giedi Prime and everybody wants to know what treatments and procedures they’re doing. They’d definitely be on the cover of Harkonnen Cosmopolitan magazine

They speak, just not much

They’re simultaneously one combined unit, and their own individual selves. Three parts of a whole.

The one with the line on her forehead has been with Feyd the longest/is in charge

They’ve been modified via Harkonnen beauty procedures, but on Giedi Prime, their values are a bit different than those of current day earth, so instead of JUST “I want a nose job/I’m gonna tattoo my eyeballs/whatever” it’s more “Genetically Modify Me So That I May Become The Most Shockingly Sickeningly Beautiful Taboo Creature, Pain And Pleasure Are As One, There Are Such Sights To See”

Why do they kind of make me think of cenobites from hellraiser

Feyd genuinely cares for them, in his way, and they care for him

They are maybe sterile, either as a result of wacko Harkonnen radiation beauty treatments, Giedi Prime’s population having lower fertility rates in general, or because Feyd wants them to be

They’ve sort of transcended humanity and that’s why they eat people meat; they don’t really care nor consider themselves to be the same as the people they eat. Also cannibalism is maybe just more normalized for House Harkonnen, possibly due to the harshness of Giedi Prime and the culture that came from that?

Their world is Feyd. They exist within his parameters. They don’t really care about things outside those lines, and not in a sheltered way, in a “the rest of the world doesn’t interest me” way

#Feyd rautha #feyd rautha headcanons #harpies #dune

[roanniom]

For the celebration tonight: never have I ever been slapped during sex. Or even asked for it!

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You Sure, Princess?

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: PIV sex consensual slapping (if this makes you uncomfy please skip, it's a kink, don't engage if you do not like), Soft dom!Eddie

Hahaha no I haven’t and it’s something I’ve only just recently been into in fics. Never have I ever been - or asked to be - slapped during sex.

Eddie has his big hand gently placed on your throat and it’s got you in that mood. He knows the mood. Sees it in your eyes, recognizes it in the arch of your back. You don’t get this way often, but he knows you go there when you’re feeling out of your mind turned on and completely inhibition-less. The idea that he can take you to that place drives him wild.

“Want it rougher, Teddy."

Teddy.

You only call him Teddy when you really want it bad.

"You sure, princess?" he asks softly. He knows it's the contrast you like. The harsh actions and the soft treatment. You nod your head vigorously and it makes his heart swell.

"Please, Teddy. Please, just a little, want it so bad - ,"

The slap comes swiftly, not as harsh as you would have liked it but he respects your limits and you respect his as well. He only wants to go so hard and the bright sting on your cheek zings through your body like bubbles in soda. You bring your face back to look up at him with a loopy smile on your face.

"Again."

The slap comes from the other side this time, evening out the sting in a way that has your pussy throbbing around his cock. Your head lols back to center again and your smile is even more blissed out then before.

"Jesus Christ, don't look so pleased about it," Eddie chuckles, but his face is beet red as he tries to combat the way it feels to have you look so fucked out and happy beneath him for such a salacious reason.

"Thank you, Teddy," you sigh, lolling your head around in the pillow, closing your eyes against the pleasure of his thrusts. But even they are not enough for you eventually. So you dig your fingers into the small of his back and try your best to pull him into you. "Mmmmm more."

So Eddie bears down and gives it to you harder, thrusting into you fast and deep. He gives you everything. Because he'd give you anything you could ever ask for.

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#issa's valentine's day hang out #anon #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson discourse #eddie munson drabble #tw: slapping

[secretaccountlol]

“You’re killing me, Peter!”

Hello loves <3 Here’s a snack for you!!

(I decided to call short stories and drabbles “snacks” )

18+ no minors plz and thank you! <3

Cw time: Choking, safe word mentioned but not used, praise, a bit of dumbification, ass slapping >:)

Enjoy!

“P-Peter please” you moaned. “I c-can’t move anymore!” You whine as you lean against his chest, you hear the rumble of laughter .

“Aw baby but you’re the only one who said you wanted to ride me until I came 5 times, you’re tapping at 3?”

He embraces you, you sigh. “Yes, yes I am” you pout, “You have too much stamina for me, spidey..”

Peter sticks out his tongue, slamming into you.

“Fuck! Peter-!” Your hands grip his shoulders as your eyes widen.

“Issa okay sweetheart I’ll help you out..” his voice was low as he licked the shell of your ears before slapping your ass, earning an “eep!”

“Remember the safe word, my love?” Peter's head tilted, your head shook rapidly. “Yes! Pineapple..” your chest puffed out, cheesing.

“Ha- yes” Peter grabbed your chin, kissing you roughly. “Good girl” your heart fluttered.

His hands gripped softly your throat, “Does my pretty girl like to see my hands as a necklace, hm?” You nod as much as you're allowed, your eyes matched his as he licked his lips.

“God, you’re too sexy-“ you laugh before being slammed down to the bed. “Pe-“ the wind was knocked outta you as Peter vigorously fucked himself into you, you can’t get a word out, your eyes roll back as you take him in.

“Mm, tsk. No baby keep your eyes on me” Peter's voice keeps you steady as you whimper gazing into those teddy brown eyes. “I love that dazed look in your eyes, your perfect y'know?” He tilts your chin up, “Say it, say your perfect, baby.” You moan in response, he slaps your ass again, you yelp. “Say it.” You huff as you try to speak.

“I-I-ah!” You whine as Peter hits your g-spot. “Come on baby you got it.” Peter's words of encouragement, burn you as you close your eyes. “I-I’m p-Per-fuck! Perfect!!” Your voice squeals as you cum, you feel too drained to move as your eyes open slowly.

“Mm, that was good, babe!” Peter hovered over you as his smile took over his face, you smiled back, dopey. “Mmhnn hehe yessss very gud!” You giggled softly. Peter nuzzled you as you laughed, “Fucked you stupid hm? “ You hummed in response, Peter grinned. “Let’s take a Lil break love.” You grunt in response a whiny “nooo” breaks through the air before Peter kisses your head softly. “Don’t be such a brat. Plus, you still haven’t made me cum 5 times yet, babe. We are far from done-“ you grunt again but for a different reason.

“You’re torturing me, Peter!” You exasperated.

“You asked for the torture, my love” Peter kiss your lips softly

#tasm fic #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #the amazing spiderman #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm smut #peter parker fic #peter parker oneshot #tasm!peter x you #tasm andrew garfield #peter parker fanfiction

[sweet-luv-club]

✎ Eden's Favorite Student ♡

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drabble, power dynamics, creepy kidnapper professor Eden x gender neutral student reader, no smut... fOR NOW

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lol issa drabble so ion hav much 2 say but if anyone wants a filthier follow-up let me knowww :3333

thinking about kidnapper teacher Eden ♡♡♡ due to his physique he'd be a gym teacher, or maybe his know-how of the forest would make him an excellent botany teacher. either way, he'd be sooo gross (not in a way that is detectable by anyone else), but only 4 you cuz ur the only student that caught his eye. he's holding only you back from joining the others sometimes, insisting you need to be spoonfed his lessons bc ur falling behind... doesnt matter whether that's true or not. he's the one with the gradebook, after all. he doesn't care much for any other brat he teaches. being the intimidating silent type teacher that he is, nobody knows what he's thinking, especially when he looks at you. don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong, he's just brainstorming the ways he'll take you out to his secluded cabin in the woods ♡♡♡ nobody (well, Robin and Kylar probably would but Eden sees neither of them as a threat) would come looking for an orphan like you in the sticks, so it's relatively easy to just grab his favorite student without any explanation and... do what Eden does best, if u know what i mean :3

#eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #dol #eden the hunter x reader #dol eden #saccha.txt

[house-strong]

༄࿔ trepverter

summary ; drabble requested by @nyctophilic0vitnir for my 1k follower celebration.

“Another celebration request with Trepverter for DAEMON please!”

“trepverter: a witty response or comeback you think of only after it's too late to use.”

pairing ; daemon targaryen x reader

notes ; you know that moment when you’re bantering with someone and you’re both smiling at each other and there’s a moment of romance that’s sprinkled in and you’re distracted so you can’t say some smart ass remark in response so the other person is smug about winning? yeah this is that enjoy my pining and my pain and poor depiction,, DIALOGUE HEAVY

“nuha kep kirin isa.”

“nuha kepa kirine issa,” daemon corrects, the valyrian language rolling off his tongue with expert pronunciation. you huff, settling on the chair across from him with defeat.

“i can’t speak it the way you do,” you complain, setting the book on to the table beside you. your hands move to rub at your temples, the beginning of a headache starting to set in. “my tongue forbids it.”

“there’s always lessons in failures,” daemon muses, flipping absentmindedly through the pages of his book that he was supposed to be reading – though he seemed more adamant to skim the pages.

you inhale deeply, settling back into the chair when the throbbing in your temple slowly subsides, “i’m sure you’re very wise by now then, daemon.”

the man beside you shoots you a look, his eyes narrowing and a sly smile creeping on his lips.

“you think you’re clever, don’t you?” he retorts, looking back down at the book as if he wasn’t interested in conversation.

your hands tent together, thumbs rubbing against one another as if they were the legs of a cricket, “i do, actually.”

“not as half as you think you are,” he hums.

“more than you still, i reckon.”

there’s a teasing grin that widens your small smile. teeth gently bite your bottom lip, trying you best to conceal your delight from the banter. daemon gives you a look and raises his brow, shutting his book. he leans forward, head tilting.

“do you really want to start something you can’t finish?” he asks, voice low and taunting. the smile was evident in his tone.

“like you couldn’t finish rhea royce?” you jeer, hand moving over your mouth to stifle the giggle that was surely about to come out. it was childish really, but daemon was the perfect bantering partner – there were no limits and certainly no ill-will.

his mouth hangs in surprise, both his brows raising to knit together in the middle of his forehead. he gives a short chuckle, one that sends a sweet tingle down your spine.

“maybe i should have your tongue then,” he hums.

“you’d miss me too much daemon – i’ve been told i’m wonderful company.” your fingers dance along the edge of the table.

daemon moves forward, “i wouldn’t be so presumptuous.”

with his retort, you laugh. the two of you lock eyes; both faces gentle and enlightened by the jests you were sharing. there’s a glint in daemon’s eye; something akin to mischief. the stare you share is unwavering, met with kindness and something that almost resembles adoration. the stillness dances between you, almost as if you’re both the only people in the world.

this is the side to him that he doesn’t show often, but when he does, you love the thrill it gives you. he enjoys that you’re able to keep up and even throw him off his tracks.

except this time, you’re the one thrown off your game by a single look and phrase.

you open your mouth but no sly comment comes out, only a stammer that’s incoherent to the ears.

with no witty comeback, daemon grins triumphantly and gets up, moving past you to rub his hand on your shoulder. the action sends butterflies spiraling in your stomach.

“i did warn you wouldn’t be able to finish.”

frustration gnaws at you and you chew on the inside of your cheek. you were on top of him, figuratively, and he somehow found a way to dismantle yourself. it was irritating how wittily sneaky he was.

you think long and hard, trying to find a response that will match his and cause him to come marching right back in.

in a sputtering last attempt, you yell, “neither could you!” you mentally curse yourself for the rather lame comment.

instead of marching back in like you had hoped, his chuckle echos in the hall outside the room as he leaves you.

#daemon targaryen blurb #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd blurb #hotd imagine #my writing #house-strong 1k celebration

[soleilnomoon]

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ prompts: defiant & hands.

100 words (issa drabble, c'mon), gn reader (no pronouns), 18+ mdni, a lil nsfw-ish (it's tame honestly, i think), angst lite & v suggestive; feat. cute stuff like ichiji being an asshole & a lil choking; reader still has no self preservation & ichiji refuses to admit to a damn thing.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･titled — “imperious.”

you struggle to remain calm as ichiji goads you without trying. his taunts are unbearable — slicing through you viciously, tearing down your resolve minute by minute. 

not that he cares; you’re a means to an end.

except—

ichiji grabs your neck tightly, anger blurring his logic as he squeezes; he’s not sure where this emotion came from, further irritating him. 

arousal swirls around your abdomen at the sensation; you desperately keep your thighs pressed together, breathing uneven and shallow. when you whimper softly, he impulsively shoves two fingers in your mouth. 

you wrap your plump lips around them and suck.

#fic request #will ichiji ever be nice is the question i need an answer to #one piece imagine #one piece drabble #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke ichiji x reader #ichiji x y/n #ichiji x reader #it rly is v tame but i think choking is romantic #vinsmoke ichiji smut