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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Would you do [💝] for a rhaenyra x reader x daemon please?

❝💝❞ - ‘’I have a gift for you. Open it, it's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you.’’

tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, murder, slight description of murder, blood, dubious gifts, incest (?) and polyamorous relationship.

Were you lying in your room that you shared with your lovers? Maybe, you weren't exactly sure what the three of you were. Maybe husband, wife and husband/wife? It's a little tricky being married to two people at the same time.

But the correct term would be that you were married, although Westeros policy does not allow polygamy, you were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony where polygamy was allowed. In the eyes of some this marriage is invalid and outrageous, but for others, normal and valid.

This whole thing was exhausting at times. You are often grateful to be married to the one you love, but sometimes you just want to run away when their overwhelming and possessive behavior becomes too much to handle.

Sometimes you wish you could feel the freedom you had before you met them. You wish you had enjoyed it more, but instead, here you are, lying bored in your room.

"How boring." You grumbled, finally working up the courage to get up and decide to walk around Dragonstone for a bit. You were at least allowed to roam this place because Daemon and Rhaenyra know you're safe here.

The walk through Dragonstone was quite peaceful, you were greeted by some people who were surprised to see you unaccompanied. It wasn't common, but you just smiled and answered them politely. You finally made it out of the castle and outside, getting a breath of fresh air for the first time in a while. The weather looked good and you were sure you wouldn't have any problems if you moved away a little.

Too bad you were wrong.

It was fun out here, you thought. You were so distracted that you didn't notice someone approaching you and when they touched your shoulder, you looked back scared, but you calmed down when you saw who it was. You recognized him as one of the guards you talked to sometimes.

"What are you doing here, lady/lord (Y/N)? They won't be happy to hear about this." The guard spoke, looking at you softly and kindly. You smiled.

"Just getting some fresh air. Don't worry, Ser Arthur. They won't mind." Or at least you hoped they weren't.

He didn't look very convinced, but he smiled politely at you.

"If you think so, then I'll leave you alone. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

"Of course, don't worry." And with a quick wave, he bid you farewell.

You've spent a few hours outside the castle, just taking your time and enjoying your own company. You only came back because you were informed that Daemon and Rhaenyra had asked for your presence and they seemed impatient about something.

You took a deep breath, before finally entering the room they were in. Daemon and Rhaenyra instantly turned when they heard you approach and smiled.

"(Y/N)!" Rhaenyra called you, approaching you and hugging you tightly. "Are you alright?"

She looked worried, but you didn't understand why exactly.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?" She stopped hugging you, but stayed by your side.

Daemon approached you with a sneer and it worried you. And your concern increased even more after seeing a sizable box in his hands.

"What is it?" You asked, even though you weren't sure you wanted to know the answer.

"Oh. That? I have a gift for you. Well, why don't you find out what it's?" He looked at you with determination in his eyes, holding out his arm so you could take the box.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Open it, it's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you." Rhaenyra smirked, exchanging knowing glances with Daemon.

You started hesitantly to open the box upon hearing her answer and when you saw what was inside you felt sick.

What the fuck was this? Is this some kind of sick joke?

Why the hell was a heart, you assume, human being in that box.

"You liked it?" Daemon questioned, kissing your cheek lightly. "It wasn't easy killing him, you see? He was strong enough and determined to live, but I am stronger and my desire for you won out." He whispered in your ear.

"Why? Who?" Were the only words you managed to say, still in shock. But maybe you shouldn't be surprised, this wasn't exactly the first time you've received a gift like this because of the jealousy of your loves.

But now it didn't make sense. Nobody had flirted with you. At least that's what you remembered.

"You know damn well it was, love." Rhaenyra answered seriously. "None of this would have happened if you had decided to stay here. You brought this on yourself."

You thought for a moment, the only person you actually had a small talk with today was... Ser Arthur Crain.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" You tried to defend him, even though it was too late.

"Oh, he did. He committed a serious crime." Daemon responded coldly. "He dared to flirt with what didn't belong to him. He dug his own grave for it."

"Ser Arthur-" You were suddenly cut off after being grabbed by Daemon and slammed against a nearby wall.

"Don't say his name." He snarled, furious. Rhaenyra also looked upset, but she tried to remain calmer.

"Daemon, let them go." She said and, hesitantly, Daemon released you.

"You are ours, (Y/N), just as we are yours. We belong together and he, Ser Arthur Crain, tried to take you from us and that we cannot forgive." Rhaenyra spoke, approaching your figure and kissed you gently.

"But he didn't flirt with me..."

"No? We heard what the witnesses said and you were smiling with him, right?" You didn't deny it. "And it shows he wanted you." Daemon replied, laying his head against yours.

"But no one will ever take you away from us." He growled, turning your head and kissing you hard. You moaned into the kiss and when you broke apart you took a deep breath.

"For you are ours and we are yours. Forever." Rhaenyra said, kissing you again.

You knew that they were already crazy about you and that they didn't hesitate to kill for you, but you didn't expect that a simple short and friendly conversation would turn into what you imagined has been a cruel murder.

You shuddered in the possessive grip of your loves. That was the cruel truth of your relationship, no one was safe from Daemon and Rhaenyra, not even you. There's no getting out of it.

You are stuck with them forever.

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joyflameball · 2 months

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What yougotta understand is that when you're interacting with blogs from a fictional universe, such as the English Willy saga, ya DON'T GIVE THE GAME AWAY. Don't just TELL THEM all the plot. Don't tell them exactly what's happening!! Don't tell them the important names!! Send asks and such but actually think through, how would a normal person respond to all this? How would a normal Tumblrina respond? The answer is YOU PROBABLY WOULD NOT FIND FUCKING EVERYTHING OUT IMMEDIATELY. The answer would probably be memes and clowning on things! If you wanna allude to things that will happen in the plot, ALLUDE to them. If you know that someone's gonna burn to death, say you hope the stress doesn't cause them to burn out. Please, my Tumblrinas, learn the art of subtlety in writing. You are not the main character in fictional universe blogs. It's okay.

#cassie rambles #english willy #this post was prompted by me getting annoyed ppl in the comments of the english willy posts were just straight-up giving everything away #PEOPLE. LEARN THE ART OF ''WAITING'' AND ''SUBTLETY'' AND ''YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER HERE''#like just straight up saying ''yeah that probably means elizabeth! that's probably a murderer's corpse in there!''#girl these reveals take TIME #the reason the "lisbef'' thing and the ice cream thing work is because we know the plot to fnaf! we know what he's talking about!#we don't need it to be said explicitly! that's what show dont tell is!#and it sucks the wind out of the sails if you just say ''oh yeah that's a reference to elizabeth afton''#it's like if the op brought up fires and someone immediately said ''oh fazbear frights is gonna burn down btw''#like NO. THAT'S NOT WHAT GOOD WRITING IS. THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO REFERENCES TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL.#the reason saying like ''aw i hope mike doesnt get cold in there i hope he brought smth to stay warm :('' works is because it isn't blatant #i mean if you know hte plot to fnaf 3 it is but if you don't it doesn't break immersion by just telling us the plot #all of this is said lightheartedly #anyway.#LIKE NO YOU IDIOTS!!!! DON'T JUST BRING OUT CIRCUS BABY BLATANTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!#YOU'RE TRYING TO RUSH THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET IT BUILD UP AND THE PAYOFF WILL BE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#STOP TRYING TO BE THE MAIN CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE A SIDE HARACTER HERE ADN THAT IS OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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one-boring-person · 5 months

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Hello lovie!

I'm so glad to see your back on track, and I'd have a request if it's ok with you!

Would it be possible to do Sodo x Reader ice skating and/or borrowing hat/gloves/coat?

(sfw pls)

If both prompts are a problem please do as it suits you best and take all the time you need.

I'm really glad to see you're back🥺🌹

Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this!☺️💛

Need a Hand?

Sodo/Dewdrop x reader

Warnings: none

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The chill of the ice rink quickly starts to bite at my bare hands, reddening my cheeks slowly but surely. Internally, I curse myself for wearing such a thin coat over my habit, regretting the decision as a shiver wracks my body; I should've known I'd get colder than I usually anticipate. Once again, I find myself asking why Sodo asked me here so late at night.

The fire ghoul waits for me by the gap in the rink wall, dangling a pair of old skates from his gloved hand. Naturally, he looks almost unfazed by the freezing air, though he still wears a thick coat over his slender torso, his mask also sitting somewhat awkwardly over a woolen scarf that circles his neck. The chrome metal glitters in the flickering light coming from the ropes of fairy lights that surround the rink, his eyes glowing brightly behind the black sockets. As he sees me, the ghoul pushes off the wall and comes over, chirping quietly in greeting.

“You'd better have a good reason for dragging me out here so late at night,” I tease him, feigning a yawn.

He rolls his eyes, humor dancing in his amber irises.

“And you'd better have a good reason for wearing next to nothing in the middle of a December night,” He retorts, batting me gently with his tail, “You'll freeze to death, dressed like that.”

“I'll be fine,” I reassure him, turning to look out over the rink.

For whatever reason, this year the clergy had decided to splash out on providing a sizeable ice rink for the members of the church to use over the winter months. As expected, siblings and ghouls alike had rejoiced at the news and eagerly awaited its arrival on the first of December. Not a day later and the glassy ice is already riddled with gashes and grooves from countless skates. I've yet to use it, but Sodo had asked me during the day if I'd come meet him there at midnight. Who am I to refuse?

“So what's the occasion?” I glance back at him, lifting an eyebrow.

“Well,” Sodo shuffles his feet a little, “I was wondering if you might help me.”

I frown, “Help you?”

“Yeah, help me.” He sighs, “I'm not very good at skating.”

I blink at him owlishly for a moment, only just able to restrain the sudden swell of laughter that bubbles up in my throat as I process what he's said. His eyes narrow through the eye holes and I can only imagine the little scowl that adorns his features.

“Don't laugh at me,” He complains, clearly pouting.

It takes me a minute to fight back my amusement enough to respond.

“I'm sorry, I just-” I bite back another giggle, “I just thought all you ghouls were good at this stuff.”

“I'm a ghoul, not a figure skater,” Sodo grouches, tail whipping behind him.

“Clearly.”

He thumps me on the back with the appendage.

“If you're just gonna laugh-”

“No, no, sorry. I'll help you.” I pull myself together, smiling at him as I realise the ask for help is more sweet than funny.

“Good,” He huffs.

Together, we sit on one of the nearby benches, pulling our skates on. He watches carefully as I lace up the old pair I'd bought with me, copying the movements I make meticulously. His long fingers make quick work of the task even with his gloves on. Before long, the two of us are standing by the gap in the wall, ready to set out onto the ice. A rush of excitement fizzes through my veins as I step out, the blades of my skates slipping only slightly before I've got my balance. Unable to help myself, I push out and do a small loop to get myself back into the hang of things, circling around the entrance where Sodo waits, his eyes locked on me.

“You want a hand?” I call out, skating back to him.

“No…” He growls, gripping the wall tightly before stepping over the edge.

Almost instantly, the ghoul's foot slides forwards, his body lurching forwards before he catches himself with a sharp hiss. By his side now, I put a hand on his elbow, gently urging him upright until he's standing on his own on the ice. I go to pull away, only to notice that he's shaking, his legs trembling almost violently. I don't get a chance to say anything, the fire ghoul clumsily pushing himself into a shaky glide. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't get very far before he has to grab the side again.

It doesn't stop him, though, and he tries again, nearly falling in the process.

“Hey, you can take it slow, you know.” I remind him, watching the awkward process unfold.

“I am,” He responds, sounding strained.

He pushes away from the side again, this time getting a few strides in before he loses his balance, falling straight onto his knees. I'm by his side instantly.

“Shit, are you alright?”

The ghoul shakes me off, grumbling something as he tries to push himself up, only to stumble back onto the ice. This time, Sodo stays there, letting out a frustrated whine. A tightness appears in my chest at the sight of the downcast ghoul.

I move in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“Come on, let's do it together.” I smile at him, rubbing my thumbs over his covered knuckles.

Sodo nods, gripping my hands tightly as his amber eyes lock onto mine. Counting to three, I step up onto one knee, giving him the leverage he needs to do the same before helping him upright as I stand properly. This time, the fire ghoul keeps his balance, still watching me closely.

“Good, now just make small steps going forwards,” I instruct him, moving backwards as he begins, “A bit like a duck.”

Ever the quick learner given the right help, Sodo swiftly transitions from the awkward waddling into a stilted glide, getting into the rhythm he needs. Between us, we manage our first loop, Sodo's technique having improved greatly. Before I can get him to do another, however, he stops me at the entrance, letting go of me to lean against the wall. Confusion briefly settles in my mind until I see him grip the bottom of the silver mask, pulling it off along with his usual balaclava. Immediately, I look away.

“What, do you think I'm ugly?” The ghoul snorts, placing the mask down audibly, “You can look, (Y/n). I wouldn't take it off if I didn't want you to.”

Blushing, I return my gaze to him, trying not to stare at his strikingly good looks. A small smirk curves his thin lips, his unglamored cheeks already reddening from the cold.

“A-are you ready to keep going?” I curse myself internally for the stutter, wrapping my arms around myself as I realise now how cold I've gotten just by standing around.

“Yeah, I'm good to go,” He responds, frowning a little at me.

Trying not to fall, he pulls his jacket from his frame, skating over to me with newfound confidence. Before I can say a word, he drapes the garment around my shoulders, helping me push my arms through. A gasp threatens to fall from my lips at the sudden comfort of his characteristic warmth surrounding my freezing torso. Left just in his scarf and gloves over his uniform, Sodo steps back and looks me up and down, a soft smile spreading over his face.

“Thanks, Sodo,” I murmur appreciatively, glancing uncertainly up at him, “Aren't you cold?”

“Fire ghoul, remember?” He teases, batting me gently with his tail.

“Oh right, yeah,” I laugh, shaking my head, trying hard not to be obvious about breathing his addictive scent in from the coat around my shoulders, drowning myself in cinnamon and smoke, “Ready to keep going?”

With some encouragement, Sodo manages to skate by my side this time, holding my hand tightly as he glides along beside me. A broad grin splits his face, triumph glittering in his eyes at his improvement as we complete another couple of laps. This time as we stop, he wraps me in a tight hug, his tail twining around my leg.

“Thanks, (Y/n),” He hums, pulling back a little to look me in the eye.

“Anytime, Sodo,” I respond, somewhat thrown off by his sudden affection.

Grinning, he knocks his horns lightly against my forehead - a gesture I've seen other ghouls do with each other - before he moves to do another lap. Blinking, it's all I can do to follow after him.

#break writes #the band ghost #ghost band #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul x reader #ice skating #writing #prompts #fire ghoul

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rockingrobin69 · 7 months

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Reaching

“Warm, isn’t it,” Malfoy tugged at his collar with half a glance in Harry’s direction. Unnecessary; Harry’s eyes were already glued to him, the impossibly long column of his neck. Pale and glistening like an ice sculpture. Unreachable. “Is something the matter?”

“Hmm?”

Malfoy didn’t dignify that with a response. Leaned closer, one eyebrow hiking—and the haze in Harry’s mind was entirely due to alcohol, thank you very much, and the heat pooling in his belly to do with the club’s oppressive air. Not the tilt of Malfoy’s lips, parted and lovely pink, or his obscenely tight excuse for trousers Harry’s hands kept twitching towards. Definitely wasn’t the little huff of air he let out: ah, just like that, like a promise or a threat.

“Boring,” he said. Took a moment for Harry’s brain to catch up.

“What?”

“Don’t be boring. Dance with me.” Hands coming to rest on Harry’s thighs—when did Malfoy get up? Was he always standing so close? Did he always smell like smoke and sweat and something tangy and sharp—

And the movement, undulating hips against Harry’s legs, head thrown back, throat bared for Harry to—dancing, maybe, grinding to the beat of the music Harry could only barely hear. Couldn’t, think, couldn’t, breathe—his hands firm around Malfoy’s waist, instinctively holding down, crushing closer. Closer, Malfoy hard against him, then this laughter cascading down his entire body.

“Oh,” Malfoy huffed, mad and so close Harry’s mind was melting. “Oh, fuck, you’re—” panting in Harry’s face, eyes blown wide.

“Yeah?” only to hear his voice like that again. Ragged raw.

“You’re everywhere,” the way he blinked, and blinked, tongue darting to wet his lips. Half-unravelled, from this, from nothing. Harry felt lightheaded, drunk on the revelation, fingers still tightening, bruising into his hipbone.

Swallowed a silly spike of fear. With a growl, pulling Malfoy’s head down so their noses were level. Mindlessly brushing a thumb down his bottom lip, delighted to find it cool to the touch. Malfoy’s tongue came out again, a hint of a lick, with that look in his eyes. Harry’s mind snapped.

Kissing him became the only objective. Those little ah, ahs Harry swallowed greedily, forgetting they were in public, forgetting, fuck, Ron and Nev at the bar, forgetting to breathe when Malfoy basically climbed in his lap, pushing his head so far back it ached. Everything did, a little: sparkled, and ached, and burned.

“Come back to my place,” Harry managed to say, commanding and begging into Malfoy’s mouth. “Come home with me.”

Malfoy laughed, a low sound. “Ah,” half-intentional this time. “Not so boring after all.”

Something absurd rushed through him, warm and pinching like affection. “No,” Harry agreed, and traced the sharp line of Malfoy’s jaw. “Not so boring.”

He melted in his arms—kept melting all night long. Harry deliriously lapped him up, and those ah, ahs, and the column of his neck, blooming red and purple under Harry’s careful tongue, reachable and all his.

(Flufftober day 12. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #rated M #public - indecency?#mentions of alcohol #more... scorching than soft #but still in a gentle fond way #500 words #flufftober2023 #prompt: fire and ice #rockingrobin69

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martellweek · 4 months

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TOMORROW

— Elia Martell

"But, rare for a woman of our land, her flower came with no thorns. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart."

#martell week #prompts bellow #arianne martell #elia martell #house nymeros martell #oberyn martell #sand snakes #doran martell #house martell #asoiaf event #fc: sonam kapoor #a song of ice and fire

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msmorningstaarr · 4 months

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prompt 19, pairing of your choosing 🫶🏻

Hey you 💟 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEEEEEEE!

You asked, so here it comes:

to tame a dragon. | brat!Rhaenyra Targaryen x brat tamer!Reader

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word count: 2.8k

pairing: brattamer!Reader x brat!Rhaenyra

warnings: established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, bottom rhaenyra x top reader, rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

Send me smut prompts! (all pairings in asoiaf universe)

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

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The flickering candlelights form shadows behind your sweaty bodies as you and Rhaenyra smile gently at each other after you take her to utter pleasure on her bed. The queen breathes heavily and her eyes flutter with passion looking at your face. In the warm afterglow of your intimate moment, a sense of serenity envelops the room. The air is thick with the sweet scent of candles, their flames dancing in rhythmic harmony with the fading echoes of your shared ecstasy. Rhaenyra's fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, and the room is filled with a soft, contented silence.

As you both catch your breath, the queen's eyes continue to study your face, still aglow with desire and admiration. Her gaze holds a mixture of vulnerability and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the connection forged between you. In that moment, the world outside the chamber seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in the aftermath of passion.

A gentle smile plays on Rhaenyra's lips, a tender expression that mirrors the intimacy you just shared. The queen reaches out to caress your chin with her fingers, her touch a soothing balm to both your bodies and souls. The flickering candlelight casts a warm, golden hue over the room, casting a spell of intimacy that wraps around you like a soft embrace.

“Was it of your liking, Your Grace?” You ask her, stroking her face softly as Rhaenyra regulates her breathing.

The queen beams at your question. “I enjoyed a great deal of it, my lady.” She replies, smiling at you. “But now that I have fulfilled my desires, is it still possible for me to fulfil yours?”

“My only commitment is to your pleasure, my Queen,” You speak, embracing your body in a tender manner as both of you sit on the mattress. “If you are fully pleased, then so am I.”

“Well, it is very kind of you to worry about me and only want to please me.” Rhaenyra would then chuckle softly and Rhaenyra would caress your face, her eyes still glued to hers. “But as your Queen, I command you to have your desires too, because I am rather selfless and I want you to feel pleasure like I just felt it.”

“You have no idea of how much pleasure I feel any time you come on my fingers, lips and now riding my thigh, Your Grace,” You chuckled back, stroking her silvery white hair as you gazed intensely at Rhaenyra. “I also feel very pleased to watch you taking pleasure with your husband.”

For a long time, Rhaenyra and Daemon loved to have you as their spectator for the performance they eagerly presented for you. It started innocently, you felt aroused by the way Daemon would manhandle Rhaenyra in front of you, even daring to rip her undergarments apart in urgency for her cunt, dripping wetness for him and exhilarated to have you watching them. With time, the desire for Rhaenyra only grew inside of her until it came the day you could finally have a taste of her. And how sweet she tasted… far better than just having to watch her with him. As time went by, you contemplated wishing you were a man to bury yourself inside Rhaenyra, taking her in all fours, spreading her legs widely so your seed would reach her fertile womb with no troubles.

“You like watching when I am pleasured by my husband?” The queen asked, smirking now, looking at the lady with an innocent look but with the sparkle of the fox of what she was about to speak.

“Yes…” You replied, pulling Rhaenyra to straddle you again. Her scent remained the same and mixed with yours as she cups your face and enticingly sighs as her hips bounce over you, desperate for more of what you have to offer her. “I love seeing you spreading your legs for him. I love when you climax around his cock, when you cry desperately for more of him in front of me, Your Grace…” You murmur, squeezing her rear and nibbling the queen’s ear, who moaned softly to your sultry words.

“Oh…” Rhaenyra would bite her lower lip now, fully delivered to arousal. As she gently rode you, she decided to ask you something, with those same innocent eyes and with obvious hints of a mischievous tone. “So, you like the sound of my voice when I moan or cry for my husband to enter my body?”

You smiled and nodded at Rhaenyra. “Although I still wish I was a man to feel myself inside of you.”

Rhaenyra would shiver and her body squirmed a bit when you teased her like that. The royal also moaned quietly, preparing herself to speak the words that you wished to hear at that moment. “Well… you are not, but I still let you feel my insides and touch me there anyway.” The queen hummed, feeling your delicate hands reach her arse to squeeze, making her head to arch back and nipples harden quickly. She bit her lower lip in the process, waiting for you to touch her like she lusted.

“It’s not the same, Your Grace.” You said, lowering your hand to her folds and getting a bit of her fluids with your middle finger to caress it over Rhaenyra’s swollen clit to keep teasing her. “I wanted to make you feel fully pleased, to look in your eyes when you ride my cock, to steal you away and wed yourself to me… to put my babes on your belly…” You spoke, still teasing. “Would you like to be my wife if I was a man?”

Rhaenyra had her skin shuddering in delight when you caressed her sensitive area so precisely, eagerly moving her lower body to give you more access and having you pleasuring her like this. “If you were a man… I would be your wife, your lover, whatever you wanted me to, I would be it.” Rhaenyras replies, moaning and biting her own lower lip, showing how much she was enjoying this moment of teasing that she was receiving.

“I would have made you the happiest queen in the world.” You replied, smirking. “But unlike your lord husband, I would not share you with anyone.” you continued, adding some pressure over her clit as you kept torturing her with slow moves. You knew almost too well that she desperately needed to release. The queen was already impatient and needy, the more you controlled her body with your grip, the faster she would try to ride on your fingers, her walls clenching around nothing. And when she grew impatient, the brattiness took care of her mind almost instantly.

“I do like being spoiled with attention and being the center of attention. Daemon knows it well,” she began, faintly speaking as moans left her lips. “Therefore, he holds no grudge nor jealousy by sharing me with you, my lady. It keeps me aroused for more, because he makes me feel so wanted and so much loved… I think you should learn from him how to please a woman better.” Rhaenyra teased you, leaning in to kiss her forehead and to hug her. You narrow your eyes because you know what she wants. The queen is greedy and wants it all on her time. Pushing you to the edge sounds like the better option for her.

“Could you repeat yourself for me, Your Grace?” You ask her, pulling off your hands from her sweet spot and leaving Rhaenyra slightly annoyed.

“I would love it if you learnt to please me better, as so far the only way you really manage to please me is by making me ride you until I come on your thigh.” Rhaenyra teased you with a bratty smirk and leaned her body to hug you again, kissing your neck. “I think you should be a little bit more aggressive than you are right now. Because I am getting a little bored from how submissive you are.” She muttered… finally activating all your triggers.

Teased by her words, you instantly grabbed her by her hips and swiftly shifted her body, throwing Rhaenyra on the mattress roughly. “You wish for me to be rougher, my queen?”

Rhaenyra would smirk as you threw her on the bed with an odd strength. That was an unexpected behaviour to happen between you. Your sex with her was gentle and involving, never rough. Rhaenyra would stretch her legs a little bit, feeling completely surprised by this action done on her. “That is certainly much better than me having to be in charge of everything.” The queen replied, rolling her eyes as she provoked you.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” You warned her, whispering in her ear.

Rhaenyra pulled your hair slightly to increase the teasing. She smirked at this as she felt her body being pinned down. The queen of Seven Kingdoms being put in her place by a merely lady would be an easy way to meet Seven Hells through an execution, however, Rhaenyra enjoyed being dominated by you and only you, that her body collapsed as your menacing words reached her ears. As rebel as Rhaenyra was, she would look straight up into your eyes as she was being held down, and said with that mischievous grin on her face. “And how are you going to punish me for my brattiness, my lady?”

You beamed mischievously and introduced three of your fingers inside of Rhaenyra. “You will only stop coming when I decide from now on. Is that understood?” You ask, already moving your fingers back and forth. Rhaenyra would feel her breath getting shallow as her eyes widened and she had a sharp inhale through her nose as she felt the three fingers of you exploring her inside walls. “Then you better hope you don’t regret it, Princess.” Rhaenyra replied, her voice quite shaky but still filled with the attitude she has had this entire time, very feisty and playful.

“I will only stop when your brattiness leaves this beautiful body of yours.” You spoke, fingering Rhaenyra. With those words and with the actions done by you, Rhaenyra's breath became even shallower as her eyes started to close and opened a few times while her body started to tremble again, this time from other stimuli rather than having to focus on controlling herself. With one hand, you used her fingers inside of Rhaenyra and the other hand was used to stimulate her over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The queen gasped and moaned when you started to do circling moves around her clit fastly, nearly driving Rhaenyra to complete madness. The noises coming from Rhaenyra’s lips indicate that it was already making her body collapses as if she was convulsing and it made it really difficult for the queen to keep herself quiet.

Her breathing would seem to fail and her eyes would close again, opening only from time to time to look at you, as Rhaenyra seemed to be nearing her climax again. You smirked to see the whimpering mess you were creating on Rhaenyra. Your fingers worked eagerly to see the Queen orgasming once more. But as promised, you did not stop and went down with your mouth to suckle Rhaenyra, not giving her time to rest.

Rhaenyra would be taken by surprise with the new action you took, but she knew how much of an addicted you were when it came to please her. Since the queen's voice would tremble very much as you used your mouth to perform another action to her body, Rhaenyra grabbed onto her lover's head and pulled the lady to her body to increase the pressure between her cunt and your lips. Rhaenyra could feel the waves of pleasure hitting her body as she was very near to climaxing again and the sounds she was making now would make it quite obvious.

You eagerly suckled, kissed and used her tongue all over Rhaenyra’s sweet spot and went even more hungry as you felt the queen trembling, crying and sensitive to her touch as her peak would reach her once more. Rhaenyra's body kept trembling as her cunt announced her inevitable peak, like a storm arriving by sudden, drowning everything. Her body would twitch and her breaths would get shallower again. Rhaenyra moaned loudly and paid no mind to the others who could hear her. She closed her eyes and opened it again from time to time. Tears of pleasure left her eyes as her vision got blurred by the overwhelming feeling you just gave her.

You, on the other hand, did not stop and kept working your tongue on Rhaenyra until she called out your name in full bliss and overstimulation. Rhaenyra's body was fully quivering and she would squirm a little bit as she would climax so easily once more, crying in desperation. However, before Rhaenyra could take her body away from your lips, you had already locked Rhaenyra to have her intimacy attached to your lips after the imminent climax of Rhaenyra. “No, no, Your Grace… I told you I will not stop…” You provoked her, stimulating Rhaenyra with your fingers in slow strokes around her sore clit.

What the queen was expecting after all of her climaxes, was to be released and to take her time to breathe again and get her rhythm back, as you would always do to her. Rhaenyra had underestimated you, thinking you would not be capable of taking her to the edge. To have some more stimulation applied on her and letting Rhaenyra not be free to move away from it you immobilised her hips with your arms and your lips hungrily met her aching core once more, working your tongue on her sweet spot, suckling and licking the sensible skin.

That was utterly the most wholesome sensation the queen had already experienced. “Please… This is too much… I beg you…”

You smugly tried to smile as your lips kept working on her centre. She was already begging. “I see the brattiness is getting out of you, my love… come for me, once more. I know you can, Your Grace…” You faintly spoke, feeling Rhaenyra squirm in desperation as orgasm hit her like wildfire exploded her body. Rhaenyra had her last climax after all. The queen knew she would not stop, but had no idea of how committed you were to take her breath away. Being made to have it again after everything she just went through in almost no breaks is what was causing her to be more tired at this point. That combined with her brattiness, or her desire to be a rebel against this treatment, made her moan again but with these words coming out of her: “Please, stop doing this to me…” You watched Rhaenyra completely numb in the bed after climaxing four times in a row, trembling and whimpering after that whirlwind of sensations, breathing heavily.

“You wanted me rougher, so I did it, my queen.” You replied, finally leaving your lips from her and wiping your mouth, covered in her juices. Rhaenyra seemed to be so tired and numb after what she just went through. Everything the lady just put her through was something unexplainable to the queen and she was deeply in need to breathe and calm down right now. “What you just did to me… Was too much… But it still felt good…” She replied, with a hoarse voice and with a low and trembling tone, although still faintly giggling.

Slightly guilty for overtiring your queen, you go back to your gentle mood and worry about her feelings and well being, wanting to check on her immediately. “I feel I was too rough on you and for thus I apologise to you… do you wish to rest?” You asked, cuddling Rhaenyra and kissing her neck gently. The queen would moan while she was being cuddled and kissed gently on her neck. She would then shake her head in a negative way, to signify that she did not want to be let go.

“No… You were too rough… But it was… Good…” She replied softly, and as she was still speaking she would grab you by the back and pull you to her, looking for your lips and kissing you eagerly. You smiled and buried your head on the crook of the neck of Rhaenyra. The royal kissed you dearly and pulled her closer as well, wishing for it to never end. When their lips parted, you smiled sweetly at Rhaenyra and spoke.

“I do not plan on going this rough on you. Just do not be a brat to me.” You said, giggling.

“Impossible for me, my love… for those would be empty promises.” Rhaenyra snarkily replied before falling asleep in the arms of her lover, being bratty for a last moment.

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a/n: This is my birthday gift for you, @martellspear 💕 I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a bright year ahead of you! It took me so long to write it, but here it is! Please, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💝 have a good reading :)

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Theonsa Soupversary Call for Prompts!

Hey Theonsas! Soupversary is coming up in April and I wanted to crowdsource for prompts this year. So please send ideas for prompts and requests to my inbox. Prompts can be for Show Theonsa, Book Theonsa or a combination of both! They can include prompts for any type of fanwork such as fics, gifs, art, webweaves, music, etc. They can be one word prompts or a detailed description of what you would like to see others create. Thanks and very excited to celebrate again with you all this year!

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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For prompt thingy (your prompts are amazing!!)

Supervillain with Fire/heat related powers and villain who’s constantly cold and seeks out Supervillain’s physical touch and heat ability to warm up :]

1. On a frigid winter’s day, Supervillain finds Villain barely conscious on the streets. As they get closer to check if this stranger is still alive, Villain clings to them for warmth, and Supervillain cannot get them to let go. It looks like taking them home is their only option for now.

2. Supervillain’s fire powers make them very hot to the touch, and generally, their body lets off waves of heat to their immediate surroundings. They’ve even had to have a special super suit manufactured for them so that they don’t accidentally incinerate everything and everyone around them when they get emotional. This has made relationships, romantic or otherwise very difficult for them. But when Villain comes to see them, blue lipped and frosty lashed with unbearable ice powers, someone is finally happy and able to stand their warmth.

3. Villain is known for being cold 24/7, they even have a habit of carrying a blanket around HQ with them to stay warm while working. One day when seated next to each other in a meeting, Supervillain notices Villain shivering, even with their blanket, so they lay their hand on their back to warm them up with their heat power. Little did they know this was going to get Villain trailing after them everyday seeking out cuddles.

4. Villain’s ability to freeze things is dangerous, even to themself. They often end up with frostbite or hypothermia, and they’ve been told by power specialists their powers appear to be getting stronger and may one day kill them. Villain only knows of one person who may counteract their power with their own: Supervillain, a powerful flame super. Though, they don’t see Supervillain helping if they simply ask, so it’s time to put on the charm.

5. Villain hates fire types. It may have something to do with their ex being Hero, a renowned fire super. But it probably has more to do with the amount of times they’ve almost been barbecued by flame wielders—Hero included. So when they end up being found hypothermic in a snowy wasteland, Supervillain, another powerful fire type, is not who they want to see. Even if they may need them to stay alive.

6. Villain is attacked by an ice hero and becomes “infected” with an unbearable, incurable chill. The only thing that keeps the cold at bay is Supervillain who has an opposite power to Hero. Villain feels awkward about it, but they must constantly cling to Supervillain if they want any peace from the cold. That is, until they can find a permanent cure.

7. Villain is enchanted to be a real life sleeping beauty, and as long as they sleep, the city remains trapped in an eternal blizzard. The best shot anyone has is to use Supervillain’s fire powers to reverse the enchantment. They may also be the only person who can reach Villain’s ice encased building alive. The heroes are ready to make a deal, but Supervillain has conditions, namely that when the enchantment is lifted, they get custody of Villain, not the heroes.

8. Villain has a bad habit of getting too snuggly, so when they and Supervillain go on a stakeout together, it doesn’t take long for Villain to start cuddling for warmth, much to a flustered Supervillain’s surprise.

9. Supervillain is used to being hated and feared for their power, so much so that they have isolated themself from most people and try hide their powers whenever they’re not being used for schemes. When Villain joins their group, they’re surprised by how often Villain wants to be around them, knowing what they are. But for some reason Villain seems to be very interested in their power, constantly asking questions or requesting demonstrations. Does Villain…like them?

10. A long time ago, Villain saved Supervillain when they overheated and caught fire. Now Villain has pushed too far and frozen themselves. It’s time for Supervillain to return the favor.

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ilreleonewikia13 · 7 months

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◌THE DOOM IN OUR BLOOD COMES BACK ↴

Numerous lunar cycles and seasonal changes have occurred since the events that I am about to narrate, yet the remembrance of these remarkable individuals persists even now. In my role as Maester in the Citadel, I am documenting the ancient traditions and tales of the five children of the renowned Queen Rhaenyra, also known as The Great, and her esteemed spouse, The Rouge Prince, Daemon Targaryen. Undoubtedly, there are those who are already acquainted with these individuals and their accomplishments, however, for those students who may need a reminder, allow me to briefly introduce the five noble princes who have gone down in history as Aegon III, the Golden King, Viserys the Clever, Rhaena the Charming, Visenya the Dreamer and the most important of all Baela the Glorious.

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x-aefx · 2 years

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Tell me the difference. I dare you.

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Hey, can you do a Yan!Visenya and Yan!Rhaenys Targaryen prompt where the reader is Rhaenys' twin and is very innocent. Both sisters are romantic yanderes for him (Aegon aswell but only platonic for him). Where reader wants to take a lover/mistress and Visenya and Rhaenys protests against it.

[8] "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you."

[20] "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again."

[28] "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

(You can put it in any order you want.)

Prompt [8] - "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you." Prompt [20] - "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again." Prompt [28] - "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

❝🔥 tw: typical Targaryen incest and perhaps a little suggestive.

❝🔥 word count: 1,552.

— note: the image/art does not belong to me and all credits to its creator. Unfortunately, I couldn't find its creator, but if you're reading this and want your credits or it removed, contact me.

''I want a lover.''

Visenya choked on the wine she was drinking, Rhaenys froze, and Aegon frowned.

''How so?'' Visenya demanded after she managed to swallow the wine. You looked at her who looked at you like you were crazy.

''I want a lover.'' You repeated, sipping some wine.

''Why?'' The words that came out of your older sister's mouth were like poison.

You shrugged and sighed loudly, ''Because I want one and wish to have some fun. Why does anyone else have a lover?'' You replied as if it were obvious, but Visenya's violet eyes flashed with fury.

''You won't do such thing.'' She ordered, looking to the others for support.

''You don't give me orders.'' You said sharply, getting up from the table where you were having dinner with your sisters and brother.

''Where are you going?'' Rhaenys wanted to know. You looked at your twin, who crossed her arms.

''Fly with my dragon.'' You replied and without waiting for answers, you left the dining room.

Visenya looked at her younger sibilings who looked unsure what to do. At least Aegon didn't know what to do, Rhaenys was strangely silent.

''So?'' She asked no one in particular. She looked at Aegon who raised his hands in surrender.

''What?'' He muttered, taking a piece of bread.

Visenya took a deep breath.

''We can't let (Y/N) have a lover.'' Rhaenys replied, her pretty face twisted into a grimace.

Aegon rolled his eyes, ''And why not? It's not like he's going to get married and leave Dragonstone. It's just a little fun.''

His sisters looked at him like he was insane. This angered Aegon, who just got up from the table.

''Where do you think you're going?'' Visenya questioned. ''We're not done talking.''

Aegon smirked, ''It's over for me. And if you want to know, I'm going to join our brother. It's been a while since Balerion and I have flown.'' With that said, Aegon withdrew from the dining room, leaving Visenya and Rhaenys alone.

''Our brother will not take a lover.'' Visenya decreed and Rhaenys agreed. ''He's very innocent and, I'm sorry to say, naive at times. Who knows what this lover could do to him?''

Rhaenys nodded and drank a glass of water, ''Agreed. Besides, he doesn't need one, not when he has me.''

Visenya thought for a while. You didn't need a lover, not when you already had her and, apparently, Rhaenys. It's nothing new that she had feelings for you, although you didn't know it. She wanted to become your wife, following your family's customs, but she feared that would not happen.

She was the eldest and Aegon was second. Traditionally, she would marry Aegon and Rhaenys would marry with you. She didn't like that, though. She liked Aegon, but she didn't love him the way she loved you.

She couldn't help but feel jealous of Rhaenys.

''What are we going to do?'' Rhaenys asked, snapping her older sister out of her reverie.

Visenya arched an eyebrow, and Rhaenys sighed.

''I will not and cannot allow my brother, my twin I might add, to get involved with anyone. He's mine.'' Rhaenys spoke sharply and that surprised her sister. Rhaenys's voice was always so sweet and gentle and the tone she used was nothing like her usual self.

''Yours?'' Visenya asked, amused.

Rhaenys stared at her sister with an icy glare, ''Yes. Mine. He is my future husband and my twin brother, so I believe I am entitled to claim him as mine.''

Visenya's face formed a frown.

''But,'' Rhaenys began, ''I know you're in love with him and I don't want there to be a fight between us, sister. So I propose a deal.''

''What kind of deal?'' Visenya asked suspiciously.

Rhaenys smirked, "One where we'll both get what we want."

Your flight had been pleasant. You loved flying and you loved your dragon, two perfect combinations.

''Are you really going to take a lover?'' You turned your head to your brother who now walked beside you back to Dragonstone.

''I think so.'' You shrugged, ''Is it that bad?''

Now it was Aegon's turn to shrug, ''I wouldn't say bad, just... Unusual.''

''Why? You have a mistress, brother.''

''Yes, but that's different.''

''Oh? And why?''

''Because I don't have Visenya and Rhaenys in love with me.''

You froze, stopping in your tracks instantly. You turned to Aegon like a bolt of lightning.

''What?!''

Aegon chuckled, "Didn't you notice? Seriously?''

You shook your head, too shocked to speak.

''You are very innocent, brother. How do you intend to have a lover when our sisters are so in love with you? And, dare I say, possessive.''

''I...'' You didn't know what to say. You cleared your throat, ''Doesn't that bother you? You should marry Visenya.''

''No, it doesn't bother me.'' Aegon replied, starting to walk again. You took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts, and ran to catch up.

''What should I do?''

''Whatever you think is best.'' Aegon simply replied and when you entered the castle where you lived, he turned to you and said, ''I'm going to go get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow.''

You stood still for a few minutes, watching your brother turn his back on you. When he disappeared from your field of vision, you decided to go bath and go to sleep. You could think about what to do tomorrow.

Knowing what you wanted, you made your way to your room and when you entered, you were surprised to see your sisters in it.

Visenya sitting in a chair and Rhaenys lying on your bed.

Both dressed in a thin nightgown that showed more than needed to be seen.

''Welcome back, brother.'' Rhaenys smiled at you.

You crossed your arms and took a few steps back as Visenya rose from her chair and walked over to you.

She chuckled when you pulled away and cocked her head to the side, ''Scared?''

''I would say worried.'' You replied, not knowing what to do. ''What are you doing here?''

Rhaenys has decided to get out of bed and approach you. Soon you found yourself cornered by your sisters.

''We've come to make sure you don't take a lover.'' She replied and smiled, ''Because nobody else can love you the way I love you,'' Rhaenys put her soft hands on your face, forcing you to looking at her, ''and I would do anything to prove that to you.''

''We.'' Visenya corrected and you swallowed hard when you saw the determined look on her face. ''Can't you see how much I love you?''

''We.'' This time it was Rhaenys who corrected.

Visenya gave her an irritated look, but then focused on you. Your hands were sweating when she pushed you against the door.

''Can't you see that we belong to each other?'' She whispered against your lips, ''Can't you see that every part of me belongs to you?'' Visenya's breath against your lips was hot and you felt an involuntary desire rise within yourself. ''And I will do anything to have every part of you with me.''

She finally broke the distance and forced hers lips on yours.

You groaned in surprise but didn't pull away. You allowed her to kiss you. Visenya wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing her body closer to you and you blushed when you felt her breasts against your chest. You placed your hands on her waist, squeezing lightly.

''I don't know whether to be happy or jealous.'' Rhaenys commented after you and Visenya parted.

''How about both?'' Visenya muttered breathlessly. She pulled back a little and licked her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes and pushed her sister aside, standing in front of you.

''You know, (Y/N), it's unfair that she's the one who tasted you first. After all, you and I share the same womb at the same time.'' She grumbled and touched your cheek lovingly.

You can't help but to close your eye at the affection.

''Do you know I would do anything for you?'' Rhaenys whispered, ''You are my twin brother, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again.'' She declared and closed her eyes, waiting for you to kiss her.

Against your better judgment, you kissed her.

Rhaenys blushed and returned the kiss passionately and softly. Her lips were soft and you found yourself enjoying all the love she had to give you. Your hands went to her face and you deepened the kiss, your tongues touching Rhaenys hugged you, touching your bodies and you could feel how hot her body was.

You found yourself enjoying all the love your sisters had to give you. Maybe it wasn't bad after all.

You loved them and they loved you. And you were a Targaryen, there's nothing wrong with that.

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