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deathfavor · 4 months

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@yeonban said: "that was a life lesson. i learned it the hard way." shalnark's voice is calm yet distant as he recalls the details of his death to kalluto; from kortopi's head in his hands, to the sharp pains felt moments thereafter... to the sensation of blood loss that felt akin to hours despite most likely only lasting a few minutes. he hadn't thought it would be possible for hisoka to revive himself if not gifted with a specialized nen in that regard, and so both he and kortopi had paid the price for the carelessness that came with that thought process.

To any observer, they might be horrified at the words that come from the older, but Kalluto, as one would expect, shows little reaction to the gruesome details that was shared. After all, sometimes there were requests when it came to assassinations, at least in how it would be done. He was no stranger to such details. Yet - this is a new experience. He has not lot anyone close to him before and nor has he been on the receiving side of such news. He created death, not listened to its arrival on swift wings. He had no experience beyond being its herald.

He listens attentively to the insight.

He does not know how to comfort Shalnark. Even if he could, he doesn't know, or rather, he doubts that Shalnark would want such from him no matter how genuine Kalluto's intentions are. His eyes fall to his hands, characteristically silent for a long period of time. ( He is not sure what is worse - Shalnark's numb distance in his voice or that shrillness of his mother's shrieking over matters when she learned of something. )

I'm sorry feels inadequate for the moment. Not to mention, he is plenty aware of the fact that he has nothing to do with it.Shalnark was logical, Kalluto knew saying that might just earn a comment on that fact - or that this was just a lesson for Kalluto to learn from for the sake of the troupe. His hands curl around his war fan, the only sign that reveals his frustration at is inability to help or do something more for Shalnark. He wants to help. He just...doesn't know how. Comfort has never been something prominent in his life.

" I'll keep the lesson in mind. " Kalluto speaks softly, though there's steel even in the quietness. He can't change anything, but he can learn from it so the loss was not all in vain. The youngest of the troupe lifts his head to look towards Shalnark, caught at a loss for what more he can do. What more he should do. " How can I help? " Either with Shalnark, or Hisoka, or something else entirely - he didn't want to be useless or baggage.

#yeonban #poor kalluto :c tiny spider wants to help #but doesn't quite know how #or what he should properly do #HES TRYING THO WE SWEAR #᛭ — [IC] with perfect grace you deal death [KALLUTO ZOLDYCK]#᛭ — [QUEUE] ghosts of the past and of the future

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fala-alfredo-pasta · 5 months

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Have you thought that. The sdr2 characters gave up their talent bc they use it for despair while they were brainwashed? Kaz gave up his love of machines

*ending theme of digital circus starts playing*

bruh that would be so sad

Like imagine Teruteru gave up cooking because he also lost his biggest driving force that made him want to to cook in the first place (his mom).

Or Mikan starts to doubt any and all of her medical knowledge because she doesn't trust herself as she did before in treating other peoples wounds and is afraid she'll only hurt them further.

Or Fuyu giving up being a yakuza.

Wait well....actually no that might be a good thing for him. That might be an improvement actually.

#bunpiry #danganronpa #ur kaz drawing made my heart cry ;0; pls hug him #idk much of anything about the digital circus except for the jester girl but yes #fala replies #a e i o queue #everyone else: figuring out what to do now that their biggest trait/purpose #is something that brings them shame and trauma #but still fighting the desire to do the thing they used to love #Fuyuhiko: man...guess I'm going to have to stop being part of a criminal organization #Hiyoko *bitter*: oh the tragedy poor baby whatever will you do now that you can't ruin peoples lives?#Fuyuhiko: okay first off fuck you #Nagito *apathetic to it all*: huh wonder what its like to be able to decide to just not have a talent...must be nice...#Hiyoko: we get it your life is an ongoing tragedy goddamn

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doom-dreaming · 9 months

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oh i forgor how scary the leadup to the flood reveal is

#chief i am so sorry i play you like an anxiety-ridden dog #its just i know whats coming #idk if scary is the right word #but the atmosphere and environmental clues are. something #the point where you stop seeing covenant #and then start seeing covenant bodies #and then start seeing random discarded unsc weapons #and then that poor marine who just shoots at you #and yells that he 'doesn't want to turn into one of them'#This Game Has Good Environmental Storytelling #you know something's not right (tm)#anyway i"m making this post instead of going into the next room #idk if i'm actually gonna liveblog my playthrough(s)#but if i do i'll use the tag #ash plays halo #if you want to filter #although at this point with my queue full of halo #idk why this would be the final straw #but whatevs

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quincyhorst · 11 months

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HE'S IN

VOTE FOR QUERARDO NAVAL!!!! Vote for the lionboyyyyy!!! 🦁

Update without RBing: I've decided to share my Tumblr post, not sure if that'll help or not (I was just tired of all the QRTs dissing Queraldo just because he was winning) ;_; The poll is 50/50 most of the time...

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #I am not delaying the queue today. Have 2 posts ;_____;#I can foretell he's not winning this honestly. Poor thing got set up #Whatever </3 I still want to see if there's a chance #Btw if you developed a sudden attachment to this character (like me) please do NOT read the QRTs #It's people just being angry bc Li Hao is losing #ASDKSDÑAÑLFFDS #God I wanna share my Tumblr post talking about him there but not sure what could happen #At the end of the day he's a character with the unfortunate connection of a negative stereotype and no inner ramblings will change that #SPECIALLY to the huge spanish audience Ina11 has #It's sad #But I want to stay till the end nonetheless #(Toritos Rojos)

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theminecraftgay · 2 years

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The golden child and her twin

#poor Sora #he tries #noaka kane #sora kane #my art #to victory comic #queue be or not queue be #they’re not really good people but they’re not the worst ya know?#they just do what they’re told and that’s not always the moral choice

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honorhearted · 1 year

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Don’t mind another ask! Himself or André?

Send my muse two ( or more ) names for them to honestly admit which one they like the most and why. / @rhogeminid

"I feel as though I should plead the fifth," Ben replied, incredulous. "On one hand, I like to think I've served my c.ountry well and in due measure, but on the other, André was arguably a man of valor just doing his duty. I could never begrudge him that. There is honor in fighting for what you believe in, and giving your life for that Cause. Still..." He shrugged, looking overhead, "I regrettably did not know him well in the end, and I would like to think my sense of self is not so wholly abysmal as to choose a near-stranger."

#rhogeminid #who do you like most meme #//lol he's like does everyone think i have poor self-esteem?#or too much of it???#he does like andre but i don't think he liked him enough #to choose andre over himself lol #if that were the case he might've fought to get him spared #fight for what queue believe in

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viikingwitch · 1 year

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why do you hurt ?

this isn't enough for you

the words creep into your head in the dead of night one night and you cannot get rid of them. 'this isn't enough for me anymore'. you thought this was enough for you at some point, or maybe you hoped that it would be, but it isn't, and it hurts. you need to change something, or die trying. this - life like this - does not make life worth living. there is a lump in your throat that demands attention every waking moment of the day. there is pain in your body like a cavernous maw you cannot keep balance over. this is not what you wanted. you need to change. you can't stay here. it is not a character flaw you want more.

Tagged by: stole it from my other blog Tagging: you >:)

#quizes >> call freya out won't you #about >> the world is a bad place and sometimes we have to do bad things to survive #// look i'm not saying this is freya realizing just fighting for her immortal family isn't enough for her ( and feeling super duper guilty #about it ) but that's what i'm saying //#// 'poor girl; you searched a thousand years for family and in finding them they will be your undoing' //#// i will make a post about it at some point //#queue >> queue defines you even if it does demand drafts

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karmaphone · 1 year

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it's all 'your life is your choice and you can choose to change it at any point' until y'all get to someone in an actual shitty situation and double down or go 'well sucks to be you'

#like. getting out of impossible situations is (get this) impossible #I'm sick of y'all dismissing ppl in shitty situations as deliberately trying to find a way around ur positivity #'oh you can turn your life around whenever' with what resources. with what money #if you don't have a legal address and/or a job you have nothing :) I can't even get mail :)#'oh you can choose your hobbies' WITH WHAT MONEY #we can't even pay for half of our streaming subscriptions ('oh just pirate it' maybe my disabled as an doesn't want to spend half an hour #finding every episode online for free when I can queue it up easier)#how do I craft? how do I do anything when I don't have a car and there's no bus lines??#how do I dress how I like when I can't even take a bus to a store to steal?#it's almost like y'all hate poor people :)

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armatization-a · 1 year

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Drags hands down face

#↻┊ ooc ( out of character. )#tfw nano idea isn't going well and you wanna drop it so bad #the plots i have that ive jammed together don't work well and I'm very upset #they'd work fine separately but i need two plots for this idea to work #ughhhhhh #'you should have plotted it first' i did that #I'm a big believer that any idea works. there's only poor execution. and boy this is badly executed #it looked good on paper but written out? ughhhhhh #i need to stick to plain domestic but I feel so dull doing that even tho it's my fave #idk im upset over writing again #I've only just reactivated my queue so. this is why i haven't replied much at all #i dunno if i want uwu asspats. i don't know what i want #well. i want a decent idea. but that's never gonna happen is it #negative /

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 11 months

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141 + König Where Reader Surprises Them With Tik Tok Leggings

Based on a request from anon- I accidentally posted this from my queue, and I wasn't finished yet🥲

Warnings: swearing, spanking, mild sex references

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You and Simon were headed to the gym for the first time this week, and you thought this was the perfect opportunity to show off the new leggings you bought off of Tik Tok.

Simon held open the door for you, and you made it a point to walk just far enough in front of him, for him to get a glimpse of the pants.

"Those new?" Simon asked, eyeing up your legs for the first time since you put them on.

"Oh yeah, heard about them on Tik Tok. I thought I'd give them a try." You gave him a warm smile before taking off your jacket and hanging it on the treadmill.

Simon's jaw fell slack as he was now able to see fully how the leggings accentuated your backside. "Uh uh, absolutely not."

"What's wrong with them?" You asked, stifling a giggle.

"What's wrong with them? Absolutely nothing, other than the fact that every man, woman, and child will be staring at my wife's ass. An ass, mind you, that's mine and mine alone to look at." He looked around the gym to find, in fact, there were people already looking at you as you climbed on the treadmill.

You were beyond amused at your husband's antics, as it wasn't often you were able to get him riled up. "Si, nobody will look."

"Damn right, nobody will look." He huffed in frustration.

You looked back to retort and couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips when you saw Simon standing guard in front of the treadmill, blocking you from anyone's line of sight.

"My hero." You giggled. "Do you at least like them?"

"Yeah I fuckin' like em." He grunted, clearly upset that he had to share this view with anyone else.

Needless to say, he followed closely behind you the rest of the time you two were at the gym that night.

König-

Poor König. He'd just sat down for a peaceful breakfast and was munching on his bowl of cereal while reading the morning paper when you'd strolled in.

You'd just recently bought those viral tik tok leggings that made your backside more prominent, and you were beyond excited to gauge his reaction to them.

You strolled over to the fridge, making a show of bending down to allow König a full view of your ass.

He glanced up from his paper with a mouthful of cereal when his eyes fell on the leggings. His jaw dropped, sending the contents in his mouth pouring out on the table.

"Good morning, Kö!" You exclaimed cheerfully, whipping around to find his mouth still wide open. "Shouldn't chew with your mouth open. It's not polite."

"M-Morning M-Maus." He stuttered, finally regaining his composure. "Those are...nice."

"You think?" You asked, struggling to keep a straight face.

He nodded his head feverishly, causing you to let out the giggle you'd been holding in.

You walked over to him and grabbed his cheeks playfully before placing a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away a moment later, his cheeks burning red.

"Could you...could you maybe turn around again?"

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

The minute you saw the tik toks, you knew you had to buy the trending leggings. Your bum had never been the biggest out there, but you'd be lying if you said these leggings didn't make it look like twice its size.

You walked past your boyfriend, who was peacefully watching his show on the couch, playfully swaying your hips as you pretended to dust the TV stand.

"Steamin jesus." Johnny called out as his eyes landed on your ass. "What in the bloody hell are those?"

"Oh, these? Just some leggings I got." You shrugged your shoulders in feigned ignorance as you continued to wipe away the invisible specks of dust.

"Come here. I need to inspect them closer." He waived you over, and you obliged with a soft chuckle.

He placed his hands on either side of your waist and positioned you so your ass was directly in front of his face.

You felt his hands grab at your ass, massaging the flesh there roughly. "Yep, it's confirmed."

"What's confirmed?" You asked in reply.

"That these pants make your ass look fucking amazing, lass." Johnny said as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. His cock began to strain in his pants the longer he looked at you. "You don't know what they're doing to me."

"Why don't you show me?" You teased.

Johnny stood the second your words left your mouth and threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful smack to your ass. "Oh, I plan to."

John Price-

"Y/N, love, have you seen my..." John stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. There you were, in your brand new tik tok leggings, your ass looking more voluptuous than usual.

"Your phone? It's on the couch where you left it." You called over your shoulder as you continued to empty the dryer.

He let out a low whistle as he sauntered up to you, landing a firm slap to your ass. He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he watched the flesh jiggle from the impact.

"Forget the phone." His voice was laced with lust, and his eyes didn't leave your backside. "You look delectable."

"Like my new leggings? Got them just for you." You turned once more to throw your husband a sly smile.

"For me, huh? Trying to get my attention, are we?" He asked, pulling your frame against him. You could feel the prominent buldge of his hard on pressing into the small of your back. "It's working."

"Yeah? Figured you may like them." You moaned as he began to press soft kisses to the side of your throat.

"Oh sweetheart, I love em." He said before getting to his knees in front of you.

You braced yourself against the dryer as you felt John tug at your pants, pulling them clean off you in one fluid motion.

You could hear him chuckle darkly behind you. "Shame, think I ripped 'em. I'll have to buy you a new pair."

"DAAAAAMMMNNNNN!" His voice rang out from the kitchen entryway as he immediately caught sight of your leggings.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Babe, I'm home!" Kyle called as he walked through the front door.

"In the kitchen!" You yelled back, unable to control the grin that formed on your lips. You'd just gotten the pair of tik tok leggings you'd been waiting for in the mail today, and were beyond excited for your boyfriend to see them.

"What?" You giggled, watching him practically sprint over to you.

"Those look amazing on you, holy shit babe." Kyle said, bending down to get a better look at your backside. "Go on, give me a spin."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from your chest, as you did as he asked, giving him a slow spin. "You like?"

"Oh babe, I love them. You'd be lucky if I ever let you take them off." The smile that lit Kyle's face was contagious.

"Shame, I was wondering if you wanted to come shower with me." You bit your lip and let your eyes rake his figure before slowly making your way to your shared bathroom.

Kyle quickly ran over to you and pulled your backside against his crotch. "Hmm, we might just have to see if these are waterproof then, won't we?"

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#simon riley imagine #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #konig x reader #konig imagine #konig mw2 #john price #price x reader #price imagine #soap mctavish #soap imagine #soap x reader #gaz imagine #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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adams-angels · 2 months

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reader and sick adam idk yay

This is perfect because both me and my partner are sick atm and unfortunately for him I'm a total baby when I'm sick. I wrote this one slightly differently?

Also it's a bit short, sorry.. 🧡

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Poor baby

Big baby

Like the biggest baby when he's sick. I'm not kidding.

The slight tickle of a cough and he's at home in bed snuggled up.

Will text lute he's dying again

Won't do anything for himself. Not like he ever did anyway. But now he's extra bad.

"sex will is the best medicine" queue coughing fit.

Extra needy

EXTRA NEEEY

Extra need means extra cuddly too

Also grosser than usual

Will show you his snotty tissue telling you how gross it is while you try not to throw up

Will want to be touching you constantly

If he's not in a position to be cuddling into your chest he will want to hold your hand

Even though he's ill he'll still talk nonstop

Will talk himself to sleep

Loves being babied but will never admit it

"Poor, baby. Poooooor, baby Adam." You coo'ed with a smile, bringing the man some soup. "Shut up..." Adam groans pulling the duvet over his head. You were both sick. In fact, you were sick before him but no, his is much worse. 'Man flu' and all that.

"Oh, don't be like that my love." You pulled the duvet off his face. It was really the only times you'd see him without a mask on. You brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead, he whimpered at your touch. "Poor boy." He scowled, "man. Poor man." Correcting you. "First man." Muttering to himself. You can't help but chuckle.

"Come on. I brought you soup." You place the bowl on his night table. He looks over to the bowl and whines. "Feed meeee." "Seriously, Adam?" "I'm not weeellll..." "I'm not well either you know? You know what you did when I was ill? Got me to suck you off." "But it's meant to heeelllpppp." You stare at him unamused. "Please, y/n?" He knew you'd say yes if he said your name. He'd always call you "babe", "sweet tits", "Adam's Apple" so he'd say your name when he really wanted something. You roll you're eyes. Not really at him. More at yourself for giving in so easily.

You pick the bowl back up and sigh, "fine. Sit up." He did as he told, but if course with small whimpers and whines because in his words "his body is extra sensitive right now." You stirr the soup before bringing the spoon to his mouth. "You're such a baby." You smile softly at him.

Once he's fed his sighs in satisfaction. You blow your nose because, again, you also have this cold. "baaaabe.." you looks over at him in the bed, tucked in, looking all cozy. "Where are you going? Come to bed." You can help but smile and crawl into bed next to him. It takes seconds before Adams arms are wrapped around you, pulling himself into your chest. His wing covering your body as he purred in comfort. "You know, Lute says that you need to take better care of me." "Oh? Really? Because Lute told me that I baby you." He removed his face from your chest, "what?!" His voice cracking. "You- I - she did not!" He burrows himself back into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, tightly holding you in place. You could hear a very muffled "shut up."

You run your fingers through his hair with a smile.

"Poor, baby."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader

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targaryen-dynasty · 8 months

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COMFORT.

Daemon Targaryen x valyrian!Reader

You understand the Rogue Prince like no other, and so it's your task to put his mind at ease again when he stumbles into the brothel.

WORDS: 1.5 K

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; DUB-CON, ass eating, handjob, balls worship, size kink, squint and you'll miss the breeding kink, valyrian!Reader (has pale skin, silver hair), bastard Valyrian/High Valyrian

NOTES: I KNOW I said I’d leave for some while, and I’m not really active on here besides setting up a queue but I just couldn‘t let go of the thoughts of some good ol‘ ass eating with our uncle-daddy. This work is not meant for educational purposes, but please wash yourself before doing sth like this.

It was a lacklustre affair.

Daemon had been thrusting and thrusting for quite some time with little effort or enthusiasm, arousing nothing but awkwardness and deep desire for it to be over.

Perhaps it was your faked moans of pleasure or perhaps the disheveled state he was in when he stormed into Chataya’s, nevertheless, he was disgruntled as he pulled out of you, clearly frustrated by his poor performance.

As he sat down on the sill, quilt wrapped around his hanging shoulders, you were quickly reminded that the usually confident, self-assured and strong Rogue Prince that didn’t much care what anybody thought of him actually very much cared, and was nothing more than a tender man who was wracked with doubt.

Getting on your feet, you prowled toward him, standing between his parted legs. You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to look up at you.

“It is possible the Queen will give birth to yet another girl,” you tried to cheer him up, grabbing both his large hands and caressing them with your thumbs. Alas, the attempt did not bear fruit, the dragon in front of you merely scoffing. It seemed there were a few more layers you had to peel off tonight to figure out what truly plagued him, though you suspected something–or someone–particularly to bother his mind.

You squeezed his hands before pulling him onto his feet, despite him seeming rather reluctant. “Allow me to put your mind at ease, my Prince,” you hummed, and guided him back toward the bed.

When he lay down on his back, you tsked, “va ao iemny.” On your stomach. It was your Lysene origin that granted you the ability to speak a version of bastard Valyrian, and was one of the main reasons the Prince had chosen you a few moons ago. That, and your pale skin and silver hair.

His lilac eyes widened ever so slightly at your bold command, but he complied. The bed barely dipped beneath your knees as crawled between his parted legs. You sat back on your haunches and trailed your ring clad fingers over his sides, starting at the top. A few of the scars were traced by your fingertips, and you relished in the way he shivered under the gentle and teasing touch.

Keeping a close eye on him allowed you to spot the way his upper body moved in sync with his heavy breathing. What surprised you the most was that he held his eyes closed, visibly enjoying your ministrations despite them being barely there.

“Bisa iksis daor mirre,” you said, the smirk on your lips reflecting in your tone, “iksan daor gaomagon.” This isn’t all. I am not done.

Reaching for one of the more firmer pillows, you grabbed his hip to raise it a bit before shoving it underneath his lower stomach, angling his hips and giving you the best possible access to his rear and cock. Daemon was open-minded and had ample experience up his sleeve, and it wasn't the first time you paid attention to anything other than his cock.

You bowed forward, your lips finding the sensitive spot in the nape of his neck that always had him purring like a cat and bending to your every wish. Lingering there for a few moments with your teeth nibbling on his skin, you eventually licked over the faint mark that followed in your teeth’s wake, before departing down.

While open-mouthed kisses were pressed to his spine, both of your hands began to tease his buttocks. At first, it was only gentle caressing, but as your mouth traveled lower, the bolder your hands got. You squeezed his flesh, and gently parted his buttocks to expose his arsehole to the warm breath you exhaled.

Your eyes flickered up to gauge Daemon’s reaction for a split second before you gathered some saliva and spat it onto his unprepared hole. His muscles tensed slightly with the sudden wetness, but when your index finger circled around the rim, he relaxed just as quick.

A faint hum was audible, coming from the Prince in front of you, and when you pushed the first digit in, it was replaced by a groan.

“Fuck–”

“How does that feel, my Prince?” you purred.

“Good,” he rasped.

That was encouragement enough for you to spit into your other hand, coating his cock in it and using the slickness to tug on it with ease. Being penetrated on both ends had him releasing wanton moans in no time, only increasing in volume as you bowed forward and replaced your finger at his arsehole by your lips and tongue.

If it wasn’t for your mouth and tongue being occupied by sucking and lapping at his hole, you would’ve chuckled as he desperately pushed his hips back against your face. You dragged your tongue over the rim, and kept your blue-lilacish eyes on the Prince beneath, watching carefully what worked best and what not.

One of your hands spread his buttocks, allowing you to keep your lips against his ass as your tongue pushed in. You stilled briefly, but were spurred on when you heared the strained groan he released.

“Sīr sȳz, gaomagon jāre,” he panted, “... kostilus.” Hearing him beg was new, but you couldn’t deny that you found a certain liking in it. So good, keep going. Please.

As you felt his cock twitch in your hand, indicating that he was on the verge of peaking, you released it and instead processed to fondle the sac of his stones, squeezing it.

The whine that escaped his throat as you pulled back to spit into your hand was the epitome of pathetic, and he obviously had your teasing coming. “Skoros massitas naejot se nēdenka dārilaros, mh?” What happened to the fierce Prince, mh?

“Jorrāelagon nyke naejot–” The threat died on his tongue as yours dove back into his arsehole, returning to its task with vigor. Need me to–

Just like his cock, his stones were coated in your saliva, making it easier to fondle and squeeze them. Daemon started to rut his hips, and it was clear what he was doing or rather chasing. With his hard cock rutting against the pillow, your hand fondling his stones and your tongue fucking in and out of his hole, he felt his peak slowly building at the base of his shaft.

If it would’ve been any other patron, you would’ve stopped your ministrations and thought about a punishment to put him back in his place, but it was no normal patron lying in front of you. It was a Prince, and a dragon in flesh at that.

Your tongue and hand were tireless in their motions, determined to push the rogue over the edge, and judging by the way he was writhing and rutting as if his life depended on it, he was close to toppling over.

The strained groan he wanted to release, the one that always came whenever he spent himself, was replaced by a gasp, caught off guard by the way your tongue curled up on its way out, tugging at the rim in a way that drove him insane.

“Seven hells,” he grunted, and was quick to wrap one hand around his twitching member, tugging on it to embrace the approaching release that threatened to undo him.

“I–I’m–” the words cut off as his peak crashed over him. His other hand fisted the covers tight enough for his knuckles to blanch, while his hips and hand worked in tandem with your own and your tongue to coax him through the pleasure.

His orgasm tingled at the spot where his sac met his cock, and it was almost ridiculous how much of his spent squirted out and coated the sheets and the pillow below. It was such a shame it went to waste, because you knew at least one spot of your body where you would’ve preferred it.

You had withdrawn your mouth from his hole not long after the peak subsided, and crawled up and hovered over his tall frame. Collapsing on top of him, he merely scoffed at the added weight, but was quick to hum as your lips pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek. A tired smile was adorning his features, and his lilac eyes were closed again, relishing in the bliss he felt.

“How do you feel?” you asked, and though your blueish eyes twinkled with mischief, the genuine concern seeped through your words regardless. Daemon kept on smiling, reaching up to gently cradle your face before he grabbed your body, keeping you steady on top as he turned to lie on his back. His head was propped up on a pillow and yours was resting on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into calmness.

“Iksi henujagon syt Zaldrīzesdōron isse se ñāqatubis,” he mused. We are leaving for Dragonstone in the morning.

And when you looked at him with utter confusion written all over your face, he elaborated further. “You are foolish if you think I would go into exile without you.”

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