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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 79

When Pariah was awoken from his slumber, he wasn’t exactly expecting it. One was never expecting to awaken when they were supposed to be sealed for eternity after all. He also wasn’t expecting for the reason the sarcophagus was even opened to be a pair of literal infants. A pair of very sick infants.

One was a newborn ancient for Realms’ sake! Two years dead, if that, and the other- Where was their guardian?! Who had let an obsession get that bad?! How long had he been sealed away that no one had caught an obsession turning toxic and harmful towards a ghostling?!

Why was he even sealed inside this area of the zone?! Why had his Keep been moved in the center of one of the zones where ghostlings formed?! He’d never harm a ghostling, but if he’d been any madder (And he knows he had lost it near the end there, that he’d gone too far as he cracked under the weight of the Realms, he’d had an eternity to realize) it would have been a catastrophe!

Who has been in charge, the observants!? … What the fuck, that was supposed to be rhetorical! No! They’re good for paperwork but they seem to have failed even at that and- what do you mean they’ve sealed Clockwork away?!

The already traumatized Time Primordial who was in this type of area specifically to care for ghostlings, and was now being prevented?! How long has this been going on- No! He’s fixing his realms-damned kingdom before he even thinks about conquering other ones, because who the fuck let it get this bad!

Pspsps, here little sick ghostlings, he’s trying very hard not to hurt you but you are very tiny and he has been locked away for a long time so please stop squirming…

#danny phantom #prompts #pariah dark #look if the phandom has decided that 100 years is the equivalent of 18 for ghosts #Vlad is like a 3 to 4 years old with a terrible infection and feral out in the woods #Danny is a itty bitty 1 year old *if that* but baby ancients are so rare #like look at Danny's rogues #they're all very modern and like 30 at most #Pariah is the ancient of Darkness #Pariah gets shocked out of his Gonna Go Conquer mode when the first thing he sees is a pair of literal infants who are all sickly #If we wanna go DC crossover part of Clockwork could be Kronos & he was traumatized after getting those memories #Everyone in the know is Pissed at the observants for trying to force a ghost already traumatized by similar things to End a child #He might be behind Pariah getting out without the Observants realizing #Very desperate and hiding this single timeline from them as best he can #DcxDp #DPxDC #If someone tries to summon Pariah they're either going to get a note saying no or the king with like 5 ghostlings on child leashes #vlad plasmius #Vlad masters #danny fenton #ellie phantom #dan phantom #Pariah is screaming because that is 4 baby halfas alone who are incredibly sick #That's not even getting started on the rest of the area who hasn't gotten taken care of thx to the observants #If DCxDP crossover he's going have an aneurism about the Pits and lil baby reaper ghostling Jason #And everything else going on there

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 5 months

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Red Dress

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: mafia AU, jealous Daemon, mention of alcohol consumption, stalking (not major), mention of violence and torture (not graphic), smut, rough p in v, p in v, spanking, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare, fluff

Summary: Daemon protects what is his with his life. Even at the cost of his wife's wrath.

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She sat at her vanity with the back to the bed. Her hair was elegantly styled so her neck with the ruby necklace her husband gifted her a while ago was revealed. Her sparkling eyes were accented by black lines and a light shadow on her eyelids.

She took her bottle of perfume and spritzed some on her neck and her wrists. The smell of Orchids and Orange blossoms wafted through the air and filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes, taking in her favourite perfume.

Daemon sat on their large bed. His tailored black suit clung to his body like a clove. Showing off the muscles of his arms. He watched his wife with fascination as she got ready for a simple charity event they didn’t even host. In his eyes, she was overdressed, but he was always thinking she was overdressed. He preferred her in as little clothes as possible.

The red dress clung to her like a second skin, hugging every delicious curve on her perfect body. The fabric was pure Italian silk he had imported to be made into the masterpiece she was currently wearing.

She turned to him with a smile on her ruby-red painted lips. Her smile brought a warm feeling all over his chest. “I am ready, honey.” Her soft voice made Daemon’s heart race. She stood up, her movements enticing. His already drifted mind went to the gutter. He didn’t like the idea of going to the charity gala but now he didn’t want to go at all.

Daemon began to pout like a petulant child. “Do we have to, darling?” He walked over to her, his large hands on her hips. He pulled her to his chest, smiling charmingly at her. “We could get undressed, get into more comfortable clothes or even no clothes.” A smile formed on his full lips. “We could open a bottle of wine. This sounds better than going to this stupid gala. It’s not even planned by you, so it will be boring as hell.”

She giggled softly at her husband’s allusions. “Two hours, then we will leave.” She kissed his cheek softly. He closed his eyes at the soft touch of her lips, humming softly under his breath. “I’ll make it up to you after the gala, my dear.” She whispered onto his skin.

Daemon wanted to drink his boredom away, but he promised his wife not to drink too much. Those days were over when he would do that. A long time. He hadn’t drunk himself to oblivion since he met his wife. She had made him a better man.

He felt feather-soft touches on his shoulder before he felt the soft lips of the love of his life. He leans into her touch, sighing as she slings her arms around to interlock her hands on his chest. “Where have you been, darling?” he softly asked.

She smiled, kissing his cheek. A soft reassurance she was fine. “I was in the garden with some wives of your associates.” She softly spoke in his ear. He grinned into his glass.

“Don’t get too worked up, my love. But someone is watching me.” She softly told him. She took his chin between her fingers and turned him to the man who watched her all night. “He hasn’t approached me or tried to. He just watches me.”

Daemon’s posture became stiff. Even with his wife’s soft touch, his muscles tensed. “Daemon, please calm down.” She whispered; her voice laced with worry. “I am, darling.”

He was anything but calm. His mind was already racing with possible worst-case scenarios. He had already formed a plan to retrieve this creep. He only had to nod. His men were posted all around the venue.

Daemon felt the soft caress of his wife on his face. “Don’t do it, Daemon. He is harmless.” The man scoffed. “He has been watching you all night, darling. He isn’t harmless. He has been watching where you were going. What if you had decided to go somewhere alone.” He pulled her body closer to his, kissing her temple softly.

She knew how anxious he was. How the fear of losing her cursed through his veins.

Her arms snaked around his shoulders. She held him to her chest. “Let’s go home. You have suffered enough.” She grinned into his neck. He hummed in agreement.

As they were leaving, Daemon nodded to one of his men. A chain reaction was triggered resulting in the man who had watched his wife being taken to a warehouse. Daemon personally saw to it that he was served his punishment for scaring his wife.

He knew the exact moment when he pissed his wife off. When she would be quiet, too quiet. Where she would only hum as an answer. And she would avoid looking at him, dodging his touches and caresses.

He came home after taking care of the idiot disrespecting his woman, his wife, his queen. She was his everything. The light of his life and the reason he got up in the morning. But fuck he hated it when he was the one on the receiving end of her anger.

He stepped into their bedroom, softly opening, and closing the door. He saw her at her vanity, she had washed her face and applied her moisturizer onto her skin. Daemon could read from her body language she was beyond angry, she was livid.

“My love.” He softly tried to say but she cut him off with a simple raised hand. “Don’t even try to apologize, Daemon.” He hissed softly at how she growled at him. Hiding his bruised hands behind his back. He felt like a little boy being scolded.

He trod closer to her, slowly so he could stop if she fixed him with a glare. When he was able to reach her vanity, he got down on his knees. He sat at her side, softly caressing her thigh with his fingertips. “Darling, let me try to apologize differently.” She grunted passively, not sparing him a glance.

He began to kiss her right knee. Her soft skin was so inviting to softly bite it. She tries to ignore him and his caresses. But she can feel her heart rate increasing and her breathing becoming shallow. Daemon smirked at her dwindling self-control. “My love, I am sorry.” He softly whispered against her skin.

She looked up at the ceiling to try and distract herself from his soft bites. “My love, it was only to protect you. He disrespected you.” He whispered against her thigh. He was thankful she wore her robe. He pulled the hem further up so her upper thigh and buttocks were exposed. He kissed and nipped at the exposed skin. “Do you believe me, darling?”

Her hard eyes softened and she looked down at his pleading look. “Why does it always have to end in violence?” She took his hands in hers, softly caressing his open knuckles. Daemon couldn’t find a good enough excuse. “You know how protective I am of you. He couldn’t go unpunished. What if-“ “Nothing happened. I know where to go if I can’t find anyone I know there is always one of your men lurking around to escort me to you.”

She turned to him. Her angry expression merged into a soft smile. “My dear, stop worrying. I think you took care of the creep.” She raised an eyebrow, looking pointily at him. Daemon dared to smirk at her darkly. His wife rolled her eyes at his expression and began to apply a cream on the open skin of his hand. Daemon paid no mind. His mind was too occupied by the bare skin of her legs.

His lips moved up to her thigh. He began to caress it again. Softly biting her skin, leaving red marks all over the top of her thigh. Her hands were in his hair, softly pulling at it every time Daemon had put a mark on her skin. He groaned softly as his wife pulled at his roots.

The heat between them was growing. His hands wandered under her kimono. Her breathing hitched slightly as his hands wandered further up. Daemon smirked at the lack of undergarments on his wife’s lower body. “Bad girl.” He grinned.

He pulled her closer to the edge of her seat by her hips. “Let me taste you.” He whispered against her knee. She softly opened her legs so he could move between her thighs. He grinned at her willingness. “Good girl.” He whispered into the skin of the pillowy flesh of her thigh.

She gasped as he reached her weeping core. She bit her lip so her sounds would die in her throat. He saw her facial expression, smirking like the Cheshire Cat. “Honey, be a good girl and stop biting your lip. Let me hear you sing.” He bit her inner thigh, close to where she most needed him.

She gasped loudly as his lips met with her core. Her body leaned further back. She put one hand on the stool behind her, trying to keep her balance.

Daemon lapped at her like a man starved. His tongue teased her entrance while his nose rubbed against her sensitive pearl. He could hear her loud moans and small whimpers, smirking at all the noises escaping his wife’s lips.

Daemon knew her body better than his own. What every clench and light twitch meant. How her voice gave her away about how close she was to peaking. He was reading her like an open book and he loved it.

Daemon brought her to finish two times. She tried to push him away. But she knew, that once he was latched on to her, he was attached to her, not letting go. She cried out for him to stop. Sobbing softly about how sensitive she already was. Daemon wasn’t fazed. “Please, Daemon! I need you!” She cried out as she peaked for the third time.

Like she spoke the magic words, he stopped. He looked up at her. Black lust-blown pupils looked up at her. “Oh sweet dove, why didn’t you say so.” He mockingly asked. She knew today she had no power in bed. She was at his mercy. “Please, my dragon, please take me to our bed.”

Daemon stood up from the floor. His crisp white shirt wrinkled from her thighs on his shoulders. He leaned over her, looking at her like an apex predator about to pounce on his prey. She felt small, like a mouse caged by a cat. “My sweet wife, how beautifully you can beg.”

As he raised to his full height, he grabbed his wife’s hips and pulled her into his arms. She yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried her to bed around his waist. His hands wandered to her arse and squeezed the plush flesh eliciting another yelp from her.

She knew he grew impatient when Daemon through her on their bed. Her silk robe had fallen open at all the movement, revealing her nude body to him. Daemon’s lust-filled eyes raked over her curves. A smirk etched onto his lips, like a snarl. “Mine.” He growled while nearly ripping off his clothes.

She whimpered as he crawled over her. His body caged hers on the mattress. She shivered at his look. Dark and dangerous, filled with so much lust. A hint of jealousy swam in his eyes.

He took her wrists into one hand and put them above her head. “They stay there.” He darkly whispered. She nodded shyly. “Good girl.” He praised her again. She whimpered softly. A fatal sound she soon realised.

With a sharp, fast move Daemon’s hand collided with her rear. Her body jerked at the hard slap. Her shock was evident in her loud gasp. Her eyes are wide in shock. “Be quiet!” Daemon barked out.

She looked at him with big, innocent eyes. His already wild mind went into overdrive. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to be inside her. His hips jerked up slightly. He entered her with one thrust. Her breath stuck in her throat.

He wasn’t gentle, like sometimes. His mind was too far gone for him to love her like the goddess she was to him. No, he needed her to tremble beneath him, to submit to him. Feel her heated flesh under his rough grasp. Hear her desperate cries for release.

She held back her cries of pleasure as best as she could. It got harder with every punctured thrust of his hips. Every time she made a noise he would speed up his pace until she was just at the edge of the cliff but he stopped right before she would fall into pleasure.

He took pity on her when she began to carelessly start to mumble pleas. How tears of frustration and overstimulation mixed and ran down her cheeks. He sped up, taking her to her high. With a final cry of his name, her world turned white.

Daemon let out a feral snarl as his cock pulsated inside her spasming cunt. He could feel his spending leaking out from her. He pulled out of her softly. She whined softly at the loss of him inside of her. Daemon watched with fascination how his seed ran out of her core. He held her knees and watched as white drops landed on the bedsheets.

She lay on his chest. Her fingers drawing lazy patterns on his chest. Their legs were intertwined. He could feel her soft, sweaty skin on his own. Her heartbeat was against his side.

He held her tightly to him. Caressing the skin on her neck softly. “I didn’t hurt you; did I love?” His voice was a whisper. She shook her head. “No,” she mumbled. “But I think the insecure little boy came out a few times today, didn’t he?”

Daemon chuckled softly at her observation. “You know how I get with other men’s attention.” He whispered against her neck, kissing a dark mark he left on her soft skin. “You know I am your wife?” She whispered back. “I am yours and always will be yours. I don’t care about the attention of other men. I want only to capture your attention.” She sat up, the duvet falling from her chest. She held his chin between her thumb and pointer finger. He looked at her, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a soft shadow. It appeared like she had a halo around her. “I love you, Daemon Targaryen. I will never love a man like I love you. I would rather die than be touched by another man.”

Daemon leaned up and kissed her fiercely. She was so sweet. He thanked the gods for giving him such a gorgeous, loving, and intelligent woman he could call his.

“The moment I Ever think about straying from you is the day hell freezes over and the world stops to turn. And if not, I showed you to torture a man to reveal his darkest secrets.” He chased her lips again, kissing her softly but with a hint of passion.

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