#female pronouns

[throwbackgaylor]

april 23, 2019 | five years ago today

while performing ‘new year’s day’, taylor changed the lyrics twice:

“i want her midnights, but i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Hiii! I saw your demon141 post and was wondering if maybe this time you could do a version except reader is a demon like them? It’s fine if you can’t! I just love your works, thank youu 🫶🏻

hello!! TYSM that's so sweet for you to say (literally crying) here's a work about reader get changed into a Demon like Demon!TF141, I hope you enjoy this! :D afab!Reader, including female pronouns word count: 1.4k cw: swearing, pet names Demon!TF141 Thoughts Reader becomes a doll instead

“Welcome to hell, love.” You look around to observe the surroundings, lit candles circling in inside with a magic circle and languages you don’t understand, then you move your gaze back to Price, who first talked to you when you woke up. “How do you feel?” He asked. “kind of...... energetic?” You could feel an indescribable power floating inside your body, a tail you still haven’t figured out how to control is wiggling behind you. Keep processing the new things about your body, you bite your lips out of habit. and oh, that stings, now you realize you have two little fangs. “Ye got blood from all ‘f us, so ye gonae have some of our power.” Soap’s standing beside you, you turn over to look at him, and you can see Ghost and Gaz observing you outside of the circle too. “But how do I know how to use them?” Turning back and facing Price again, you frown at the information you are given, but you only receive a pat on the top of your head. “We’ll teach you how to use it.”

Face to face with Price, who’s now your leader plus other complex relationships, you finally ask. “Uhmm, Do I really need to sit on your lap when you teach me?” “That’s a must, doll.” His right hand resting on your right thigh kneading your flesh while he answers like it’s not a big deal. “Why?” “You’ll know it later.” You doubt that he’s just taking advantage to make you sit on him, and slowly pushing the situation to you cockwarming him, but look at the seriousness on his face, you almost feel sorry for having suspicion on him. “Now, take a deep breath, imagine you’re smoking a cigar, then let out your breath slowly.” Price indicates, left hand patting your back to instruct you. “but I never smoked a cigar before.” but You still try. Take a deep breath, imagine you’re smoking, then slowly let out the breath... okay, you get nothing but acting like a little dumbass. “Stop laughing at me! I’m doing what you said!” You smack at Price’s bicep when he chuckles at how adorable and silly you look when you’re trying so hard. Price manages to stop his laughter “You can do it, love, try again.” He encourages you. You concentrate again. You can do it, just inhale, imagine, exhale... you could feel it, the power in your body starts floating under your skin, blow it out now...! “Fuck you, Price!” Blushing like a tomato, you jump off of Price when the man bursts into laughter when you fixate for over 1 minute just to get a tiny wisp of white smoke out of your mouth. “Come here love, get back here.” He beckons and coos at you. “Why don’t you show me?” reluctantly dragging yourself back onto his lap, you pout when the grin’s still lingering on his face. “You sure abou’ that? dove?” “Why not?” you retort. “Well.” You should be aware of the mischievous glint in his eyes, because the next second, the whole room is full of white smoke. “holy shit... that’s too many! Can’t y— &@:&-...” Price watches your unconscious body slump on his, your face still has a smear of pink, but little snores are already coming from you. “That’s why I said sitting on my lap is a must, luv.”

Not only Price’s power, the powers you inherited from the other 3 men are powerless as fuck. Ghost teaches you how to control the shadow. You watch him playing with the shadows easily, as if he’s just having his daily tea, meanwhile, after an hour of struggle, what you achieve is summon a little hand from your own shadow and trip yourself over it. Which makes the gruff man laugh and surprise you, leading you to accidentally lose the control of the shadow and slap the little hand right on your face. Soap can shift into a more devilish form, you watch him become over 7 feet tall, eyes glowing in the dark, beautiful horns sharp and grow on the side of him, making him more intimidating and glorious. and you look at yourself in the mirror, a longer tail that makes your naughty and uncontrollable one even harder to straddle it close to your body, and a slightly bigger horn shines dimly. “that’s it?” You raised your eyebrow. “I guess so.” The mohawk demon cheerfully replies “At least ye look sexy, bonnie.” “Shut the fuck up, Soap.” Maybe you can learn some useful things from Gaz, you thought, although you always question how he gets that wacky power. “It’s easy, baby, just think about someone you love, then express it out.” His arms snake around your waist. “Price said the same thing before and all I get is nothing.” “You can think about me.” His breath fans on your ear, damn it, this man’s voice has enough charm itself, he doesn’t need that power to seduce others. “Go fuck yourself, Gaz.” “I can make you fuck me, babe.” You’re not even surprised when you tolerate Gaz’s constant flirting for hours, but the only thing you seduce is a bat outside your window. “I’m done with these bullshit!”

You didn’t tell the men you need to go out to breathe some fresh air, they definitely will insist on going with you, but after all those tedious practices, you just want to have a moment of silence. but what you haven’t learned is, that the hell follows the principle of ‘the survival of the fittest’. “Fuck fuck fuck...!” You swear to God or Satan or whatever rules the hell that you’re running as fast as you can, but the demon who see you as a poor lamb once they laid their eyes on you sprints towards you, and chase you like you’re the first prey they seen in days. “Jesus Christ!” You look at the dead end in front of you, and a scream rips from your throat when the demon pins you on the wall. “There’s no Jesus here, little girl...” The hand on your neck becomes tighter, you claw at their hand, and your vision starts getting blurry as you kick your legs in the air. No... I can’t die yet... wait I’m already dead, then where will I go when I die again...? “aauuhh!” The demon’s grip on you suddenly disappears along their yelp at the pain, you drop from mid-air, preparing yourself to smash on the ground. but the ache you expected doesn’t hit you, instead, numerous black arms emerge from your shadow, and catch you in their grasp. “Our little bunny escapes. What a naughty girl.” scoop you up from the shadow arms, Ghost holds you tightly in his embrace. “I- I’m...” “Shhh. Honey, it’s okay, we got you now.” The tender eyes of Gaz’s meet yours, and he croons softly at your shaking form.

You don’t say a word or try to scramble out, staying obediently while they carry you back to their mansion — your mansion. They put you on your bed, Ghost grabs his favorite tea from the cabinet to make you a cup, soap helps you change into your pajamas, whilst Price and Gaz sit on the edge of your bed, whispering sweet nothings and assurances to you. Taking a few sips of tea, you eventually feel safe now, because there are four men besides you, the men that you bond with your blood, and you know they will keep you safe, forever and ever. “If you're tired, have some rest, eh? we’ll stay with you.” Gaz caresses your cheeks with softness, you surely feel tired, a bit of an urge to cry. but abruptly, you feel your body start to heat up, and you squirm. A sweet whine slips out of your lips as the heat starts pooling at your cunt. “You forgot your voice could seduce others, Kyle.” Price smirks at you reaching out your arms and start pawing at his pants. Gaz smiles deviously “Sorry, Capt.” he apologizes, though there isn’t any regret in his tone. “Taking care of our bonnie’s need is our job too, aye Ghost?” Soap “can’t let our princess wait any longer.” The last thing you remember is Ghost pulling your panties down, and the sight of him burying his face between your thighs, but you know there’s heavenly bliss waiting for you, and the night never ends in hell.

[trashytoastboi]

Hello! I've loved so mich your nsfw scenario about Killer and s/o first time together, could you do something similar for Kid and female s/o please? Thank you if you'll write it!!

^^ Heyya! 🍞🍀 sorry for the late reply on this! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and of course! Hope you enjoy~

NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

(Female Pronouns) 

Warnings: NSFW {Virgin, Body worship, Fingering, Missionary} + Soft Kid (Because why not)

Word Count: 2,626 words

🛠 Eustass Kid 🛠

 

From the get go of the relationship it’s been evident to say that Kid is a very affectionate person by nature. Emotional intelligence and thoughtful conversations were not his forte. He willfully chose actions in lieu of words. Everything about conveying intention through action felt more honest, and genuine. At least in Kid’s mind. Even now, he expressed his own unfamiliar feeling of attachment and what he speculated to be love in the impulsive manner of abundant affection. Kid’s kisses grow a little deeper, more passionate, more driven and intent. He pulls {Name} closer, eliminating even the faintest distance between their bodies. 

“K-Kid” she mumbled between the barrage of kisses, Kid looked at her with question in his eyes. Unsure why there is a faint shaking present in her voice. She appeared anxious, “What’s up doll?” Kid inquired between a few more pecks. She flashed an awkward smile “Just nervous.” Kid raised an eyebrow at the word nervous, “You’re acting like this is your first time or something.” Ah yes, the sharpest hammer in the shed, an apt term to describe Kid. Sometimes he hits the nail on the head without realizing the extent of a situation. {Name} gave him that knowing look that basically confirmed it, Kid genuinely surprised himself with that one and did not expect it. “It’s really your first time?” Mild panic set in, considering he wasn’t really one who could be gentle nor one with patience. At least with how he saw himself in matters of lust and desire when he worked solely towards his own carnal satiation. Kid took a moment, and inhaled a deep breath to steady himself. Silently begging whoever, whatever for the necessary restraint. {Name} is different, she is not a one night stand, a random tavern hook-up with a stranger. She is his partner, someone he grew to care so deeply about that it came as a surprise to him more than anyone. 

Kid had already had his fair share of fantasies, imagining them being intimate together and watching how {Name} would writhe and moan with pleasure. Clawing at him, begging for more as he- “Kid?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, he lifted his hands to his head. “Doll, I really want this to be good for you but I’m not sure how to do that. I’m not exactly the most gentle.” Kid searched through his previous experiences, he knew the ins and out. Yet his previous experiences could not provide the information he wanted, he hadn’t really slept with anyone he shared a connection with, most of those people he didn’t even know. Two strangers trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Yes, there were the generalized tools of trade, the common tricks that could get anyone to where they needed to be. However, Kid wanted more from this exchange than that, he wanted to learn her body just as {Name} wanted to learn his. In a way, this would be an equally new experience for Kid. Who up until this point had not shared a meaningful connection, he so easily gave his affections and poured them onto {Name}. She probably could never guess his thoughts and hesitation that gripped him in this moment. He is a clumsy, rough around the edges asshole to the world, who truly meant well to those he is loyal to. 

His hand rested on her hip, while the prosthesis he composed with all the random metal components had a cold touch, he cradled her face and she leaned into the coldness. She stifled a small laugh at seeing him so perplexed, Captain Kid, the very man who dives headfirst into everything and somehow always had to have the last word. Right now, he seemed lost to the point of stagnation over figuring out how to touch someone he cared about. “Just do what you normally do Kid.” {Name} suggested hoping it could give him the necessary push. Kid remained silent, allowing his hands to do the talking. He pushed her back onto the bed, his large form engulfing hers beneath him. He tugged off her shirt, taking no time to struggle with the clip of her bra and opted to rip it off altogether and toss it off to the side. Kid instantly occupied his mouth with the soft flesh of her breasts, his hand roughly squeezed and kneaded one, while his tongue took care of the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple, using his teeth to bite and pull at it. {Name} hissed with the minuscule hurt, wanting to roll her eyes when she saw how Kid looked so amused and enticed by her actions. For {Name} most of all this was a first, an alien feeling and he wanted to take the opportunity to tease her. Kid got up, swiftly attempting to take his clothes off at lightning speed and nearly tripped over his pants in doing so. After the heap of clothing on the floor only grew the more he took off until there was nothing left. He focused on her remnant clothing, underwear and all. Kid paused, taking a good look at his partner, to really drink in and appreciate the sight of her naked form splayed on his bed, even better yet under him. After really appreciating the sight, his lips turned up into a grin. “So beautiful and all mine.” He whispered, running his fingers down her chest and stomach. {Name} shifted under his touch, the view from where she was laying is a feast to the eyes. She blushed at her own perverted thoughts but considering everything, there was nothing wrong with a little day dream. 

Kid leaned down, {Name} sat up quickly and accidentally caused them to collide and hit their heads. “What the hell?” Kid muttered while rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. {Name} looked at him, “I wanted to touch you too.” She said it with such conviction despite the tears pricking her eyes from the bump and Kid smirked. He opened his arms as if showing off “Go ahead.” {Name} reached out, first touching his shoulders. Dragging her hands down his chest, lingering longer than intended. “Huh, never pegged you as a tit person.” Kid mused, cackling when she blushed. She shook her head trying to get over the bashfulness, her hands ran along the taut muscles while caressing his abs and sides. Kid tried not to giggle or move around too much, he didn’t want to admit that his sides are ticklish. {Name} marvelled at his body and loved every single moment touching him. 

 He found the sensuality of it all to be such a turn on. {Name} fixated on exploring every inch of his skin with her fingers as if exploring newfound territory. Her fingers grazed over the jagged flesh of his scars, Kid jolted slightly. The sensitivity of his scars was a new discovery. Her hands headed lower and suddenly stopped. Kid glanced at her with curiosity, she didn’t know where to direct her gaze and looked flustered. Kid looked down, ah…he realized where she was staring. “Anymore staring and you’ll make me shy.” He teased, his comment snapped her from her daze when {Name} realized how utterly fixated she was on seeing his cock for the first time. 

“What’s the look of surprise for? Is it the size or the piercings?”

“That- well, um…” She stuttered and failed to actually provide a coherent answer. Kid caught her off guard with a sudden kiss, a series of shallow and passionate kisses to her lips, down her jaw and down her neck. “You done exploring?” He asks, she nods. Kid hooks his hand behind her thighs and pulls her, causing her to fall back into the bed. “My turn.” His mouth traces down her navel, her thighs and Kid looks up to see the shallow breaths that disguised her soft breathy moans. He figured he was doing something right when he pulled her thighs apart and could see {Name} practically overflowing with arousal. She squeaked in embarrassment and tried to shut her thighs. “Now, now. No need to be so shy.” Kid kept her thighs spread apart, the cold metal of his hand that rested against her thigh contrasted against the warmth of his hand that inched closer, he paused. Very unceremoniously he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them one by one. Making sure she watched everything. Kid pulled them out with a pop, his almost wicked smile paired with the smudged lipstick made her gulp at the sight. He slid his fingers up her slit slowly, waiting to see how she would react. The first touch already elicited a moan from her lips and she hid behind the arm she draped over her face. 

Kid gave another long stroke and watched how she jerked when he bumped against her clit. He already knew it would pull such a vigorous reaction. He still wanted to watch her writhe with silent impatience not even knowing what kind of touch she wanted or where she wanted to be touched. “Oh? Here.” Kid feigned innocence, pretending to just by chance stumble across her point of sensitivity. “Kid~” She mewled, his name came out stuttered and interrupted by her moans that fell from her lips. Kid kept his focus on rubbing her clit, just a little more. He moved a little lower and prodded at her hole before tentatively pushing a finger inside. He worked it in, the heavenly feeling that greeted him only rushed to his already leaking cock. “Tell me how it feels.” 

“It’s weird…” {Name} admitted, Kid let out a low laugh, “Weird huh.” His finger moved with intention and insistence, his thumb prodded and clumsily rubbed her clit while working a second thick finger inside. “Oh-” she whined, “Oh?” Kid repeated it for effect while he kept working her over. {Name’s} body twitched and her insides clenched around his fingers. “Fuck that’s hot, you have to do that around my cock.” He moved his fingers with perfect rhythm, seemingly searching for something. He slowed down, watching every tiny reaction as he pulled a little away from {Name}. His thumb stopped its motions, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in. Curling his fingers a little more as he pulled them out, “Ah-!” she blurted out, his hand stopped dead where she had shown such an intense reaction. “Here?” He cooed, returning to his faster pace as he focused on prodding that one spot. His thumb began rubbing her again and {Name} started falling apart, not knowing what to do with herself. Her hand shot down to grab his wrist, “Kid wait- it feels strange.” 

“Does it feel strange or does it feel good?” he asks, {Name} leaning back and shutting her eyes. It felt good, it could not be articulated. “Should I stop then?” Kid stalls, “N-no” she pleads, That answers his question, he moves faster and watches how she comes undone. {Name} blurted curse words in the sweetest voice as her body trembled and stills on the bed. Kid had the cockiest grin on his face when he looked down at her and pulled his fingers out. He was more than ready, practically aching and made his second discovery of the night. He had the potential to be patient. “Um, should I change positions or?” {Name} asked. “There are a lot of positions I’d like to see you in but I think we should just keep it like this for now.” He hums, settling between her thighs as he stroked his cock. Rubbing the head along her slit and coating it with her juices, “Remember to breathe doll.” Kid pushed into her while making sure to keep it slow. {Name} winces from the unfamiliar pain, the strange stretch and the feeling of being filled, only adding to the unusual sensation she is experiencing for the first time. Kid stopped when he saw the look of pain flash across her face. Gritting his teeth to hold himself back from slamming everything inside her. “You alright there?” Kid inquired with concern, and she nodded. He held her close, Kid really wasn’t one for all the sappy bullshit but this is one of those times that needed it. He could save his kinky asshole routine for another time. Kid kissed her gently, distracting from the pain as his metallic hand stayed on her hip and held her steady. His other hand held her head, “You’re taking me so well doll, just a little more okay?” An understatement considering he had a little over half still to go. Though nothing like a little reassurance, his quiet praise comforted the pain. As odd as the feeling, it paired with a searing pleasure in her body. 

“So good.” Kid grunted, slowly rocking his hips to work his way in a little easier. He was determined to bottom out or at the very least try to. {Name} could tap out if it got too overbearing and he would gladly accept what she gave him. Finally to the last little bit, his patience waned and his hips snapped, roughly slamming into her. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry you feel too good.” {Name} panted and whimpered, a few tears fell from her eyes. Kid kissed her, keeping still until he couldn’t take anymore. His hands clenched the blankets, trying to give himself stability and restraint. He shallowly rocked his hips, {Name} perched her hands on his shoulders “K-Kid you can move more.”

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Kid growled and held back a rumbling moan, “I’m okay Kid…” she reassures and convinces him, he nods and starts moving more. He developed an uneven pace, slowly pulling his cock out, leaving no spot untouched and slamming it back in roughly, Kid chuckled when he found her unintentionally clenching down on him. {Name} tried to move with his time, unconsciously seeking out her release. “Relax babe, I’ll get you there.” Kid chuckled, leaning back to look down on her dishevelled figure. His metal hand grabs her breast with a rough grip, while his fingers pay attention to her clit and thankfully he knows how to multitask. “Just like that”, he pounds into her harder and becomes aware of the blooming heat in his stomach. He knew he had the stamina but felt the oncoming surge approaching faster, {Name} just took in every new sense, feeling an unknown pleasure that bubbled in every part of her being, she logically knew there were various words, descriptions for it but she couldn’t think. {Name’s} attention failed to drift anywhere aside from the physical touches of Kid. If it wasn’t the cold metal contrasting against her skin every time it touched her, or how his fingers unsteadily and roughly rubbed her clit that sent shocks down her spine or the continuous feeling of being stretched and full to wanting and empty if even for a brief moment. Kid’s thrusts grew sloppy, he tried to keep himself steady while thrusting hard, he knew he was close already. Kid refused to give into the feeling, not until he felt her cumming around his cock. {Name} digs her nails into his shoulder as she hits her high, vision turning white and rocked by the pleasure. A deep groan escapes Kid’s throat, who instantly feels his own orgasm about to overtake him. He quickly pulls out, and covers {Name} in his cum. He ran his fingers through his dampened hair and grinned down at her. She looks a little dazed, she sighs and smiles with tired eyes. Certainly a first to remember and a gateway into oh so much more. “Catch your breath, we’re not done yet.” Kid smirked. 

[pockeymcmockey]

ℑ𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 | 𝓐𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

Summary: During Aegon and [Name]'s feud, something drastic takes place...

Warnings: Almost murder, violence, poison, sex, penetration, a woman's virtue being taken with consent, breast worship, talk of motherhood, dirty talk from Aegon, angst

Author's Note: Not the nastiest I could've written but good enough! Based on this request.

ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔞 𝟷𝟸𝟼...

When Aegon Targaryen the Second was born, his sister [Name] was born just moments afterwards; they were twins. They did things just as twins would. Wherever [Name] went, Aegon would follow and vice versa. The twins loved sharing their nameday, they had the biggest celebrations and would receive the most lavish of presents together. When Alicent would pick Aegon up, little [Name] demanded to be picked up as well. The two even shared the same bed. But things change.

[Name] assumed Aegon was jealous of her, afterall, their father did prefer the more feminine twin. As they grew older, Aegon noticed the small changes of his sister. Her hair grew longer, her face sharpening, her violet eyes filled with vibrancy and her figure vivacious. [Name] noticed changes in Aegon as well. He cut his hair, shorter than shoulder length and his curls almost non-existent except for the hairs on the back of his head. His face was no longer oval-shaped but square instead and all the more alluring.

Of course, things did get heated between the two when Viserys was told to choose Aegon as heir. Their aunt Rhaenyra was already his chosen heir, however if he were to give that title to someone else, Alicent wanted Aegon to be heir. [Name] could tell from the beginning that Aegon did not carry the same maturity as she, her wanting the title of heir so desperately while it was practically being handed to Aegon on a golden platter. The twin with the longer hair began to resent her brother, him being given everything without the labor for it just because he was male and she was not.

[Name] would avoid her brother now, ignore his advances of conversation and reject his every offer. Aegon was oblivious to his sister's resentment toward him, only focusing on how cold she began to act without asking her why. Then when their mother, Alicent, arranged their marriage, [Name] exploded with raging emotion. Alicent sent her to her chambers to calm herself, the Princess rambling to her handmaidens who sat with her on her chamber floor.

"He's a spoiled, dimwitted twat and I'd just about kill myself if I have to conceive a child for that idiot!" The Princess complained to her handmaiden, Lorraine, as she lay her head down in her lap. The other handmaidens rubbed at her skin, massaging her tense muscles. Peaking through the crack of her door was Aegon, clenching his fists against the iron handle before storming off to his own chamber and slamming the heavy door shut. After hearing the malicious words of his sister, Aegon vowed to make her life a living hell, whispering these exact words into her ear during the wedding.

During the day, the twins were at each other's throats, annoying the entire castle with their antics. Aegon would step on her robes whenever she decided to walk with her younger sister, Helaena, her gown ripping down the middle exposing her bare arse to him. [Name] would get him back with ten times the power by pouring milk of the poppy into his soup until he was drunk off his mind then smothering his face into the bowl. The both of them would sleep with a dagger under their pillow or in their hand, cautiously waiting for the other to sneak up on them during the night.

There was one night when [Name] successfully reached over her husband for a pillow and tried suffocating him until he grabbed the dagger from under his pillow and nicked her. Another night, Aegon brought in a rock from when he was sauntering in the courtyard and hit her over the head with it. The Princess screamed painfully before jumping from her bed and tackling Aegon to the floor, her dagger to his throat until he called a surrender.

Months passed and their teasing was yet to diminish, including the scar on the Princess' temple from Aegon's rock. Sometimes she would get migraines throughout the day, almost falling ill at one point, Aegon berated by their mother for taking his tricks too far. Things stayed this way for many more months to pass until one day when Aegon caught his sister lying limp on the floor of the council's chamber with a chalice in her hand, liquid spilling from the golden cup. He only thought she was drunk and napping when he kicked her side, expecting her to wake up and shout at him.

Aegon was relentless in his gentle kicks, noticing she had yet to open her usually glimmering eyes. The masculine twin began to worry, kneeling before her and placing a finger under her nose, noting the blood that dribbled from her nostril. His heart hammered against his chest when he realized she wasn't breathing. He picked up the chalice and took a quick whiff, Long Farewell, he noted. The poison was one that, just as said in the name, took a while to kill in a matter of days if nicked on the skin but digesting directly could only be an hour before death starts to creep up on a man.

Aegon carried his wife to the maesters, revealing the cause of her frail state and demanding them to feed her the antidote. Aegon—but most importantly [Name]—was lucky the maesters had the exact antidote incase a member of the royal family was to be poisoned. The Princess was force fed the antidote until she awoke with a deep, long inhale. When her vision repaired she turned to get a look at Aegon until her expression turned cold, her eyes avoiding his gaze as she hopped off of the pedestal.

Aegon chased after her, wrapping a thick hand around her arm and pulling her into his chest. He finally got a good look at her and could see the war going on inside of her. "Where's my 'thank you'? I saved your life, you know?" Aegon teased, smirking at her, however it fell when he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. A frown etched onto his face as his gaze flickered across hers, confusion evident in the way his eyebrows were furrowed. "What's wrong, sister?" Aegon asked softly, rubbing a thumb against her cheek.

"You almost had me killed and you want me to thank you?! You are so full of yourself!" She smacked at his chest, his expression even more confused then before. He went to open his mouth to speak when he decided against it, choosing to just stare at her. "The handmaiden that brought me the chalice said it was from you, a gift of truce..." She sniffled before continuing; "I thought our banter was only teasing, I did not realize you held such intent toward me that you would act on it." She wiped her tears that began to fall.

Aegon shook his head vigorously, explaining to her that he'd been in the training yard with their brother Aemond and had no contact with any handmaidens. When the twins informed their mother of the treason that has taken place, Alicent relayed the news to the King who had ordered his men to bring every single handmaiden and staff to the throne room. Aegon stood next to his brother with his sister-wife between him and Helaena as their father, King Viserys, interrogated the staff in the room.

Those who did not comply with the King's questions were executed on the spot, [Name] having to look away and hide in the chest of her husband who kept a protective arm around her. When one of the cooks admitted they were asked to brew a poison, they were asked by who. The cook turned to look at one of the handmaidens, one the Princess recognized immediately. She felt betrayed as the handmaiden came forward, staring at the Princess with regret.

"Lorraine, how could you do this to me? I thought we bonded, I thought a friendship was blooming?" [Name] cried to her handmaiden, the one who would listen to her all day and all night, the one who would sing to her and listen to all her stories. Lorraine sobbed loudly, the room going silent until she spoke up: "I'm so sorry, Princess. I had to, they would've taken my brother!" [Name]'s eyes widened but before she could ask who, Lorraine was executed.

Aegon and [Name] spent the rest of the day in each other's company, still bickering but getting along nonetheless. Well, sort of. Aegon threw an apple slice at his sister, her returning the motion with a full loaf of bread. The only difference was that they were actually enjoying this moment, cackling and smiling at each other. When the Princess leaned in to push away her husband, he grabbed her wrists, keeping them where they were placed on his chest. [Name] smirked and licked her lips enticingly before dragging her twin brother to the bed that lay in the middle of the room.

Aegon unlaced the ribbon attached to her robe, letting them slip from the knot easily. Aegon forcefully ripped her gown down the middle, grasping her now visible breasts in his hands. [Name] moaned as she helped Aegon out of his clothes, both of them falling back onto the bed. The Prince suckled on the bosom of his sister, groaning as she reached a hand down to his cock and squeezed it gently. Aegon roughly flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her ass up to him before landing a smack against one of her cheeks.

The recoil of her ass enticed another groan to come from Aegon's lips, pushing her head into the sheets and arching her back more. The slick of her cunt was used as lubricant for Aegon's swollen cock, the tip of it pushing into her slowly. [Name] gasped with wide eyes, this new feeling of her cunt being breached earning a moan from her. Aegon knew his sister had never been mounted, so he tried to be gentle until she got used to him, and when she did he let his lust take control. His hips never reluctant with pounding into her cunt, grabbing a fistful of her platinum locks and wrapping them around his hand like a leash.

Everytime he would pull too hard and lift her head up involuntarily, he would push it right back down, smothering her face into the sheets as he leaned over her. His teeth nipped at her ear, licking at the space behind it before whispering the nastiest of words to her. "When these breasts are full of milk, our child will have to find an alternative 'for I shall be the only one drinking from them!" He jested, feeling her breasts as they were smushed against the mattress. "I'll fuck my sons and daughters into you and make you a mother." And with those final words, Aegon spurted into the womb of his sister, her following shortly after.

Aegon rolled onto his back, pulling his wife close then kissed her head. The Prince caressed her naked skin before jesting once more; "how do you think Mother would take news of being a grandmother?" [Name] laughed before softly punching her husband, snuggling up to him with a hum and closing her eyes. Aegon smiled down at her, rolling onto his side and resting his chin on her head as they both fell into dreamless sleep.

[ssadumba55]

The Guys Overhear You Defending Them on the Phone

Request: Hello my darling friend! Can I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Reid overhearing their black female S/O arguing with her mom over the phone because she disapproves of their relationship?

A/N: Hopefully this is okay! I tried my best!

Hotch

Aaron is used to this by now, he's met your mother several times before and even though on the outside she always pretends to be inviting, it doesn't take a profiler to figure out her disdain for him

He never says anything to her, mostly because it's none of his business and also because he doesn't want to ruin the relationship you have with her

Still, he can tell it's draining for you and it hurts to watch you suffer, especially when the cause of that suffering is in a way him

The two of you had gotten engaged the weekend before and you'd posted pictures of the engagement party the team had thrown for you on social media, where your mom had seen them

That's why she was on the phone with you currently, and even though Aaron was on the other side of the room he could still hear her voice through the phone, saying all these rude things

Your eyes meet across the way, and he mouths that he's sorry

You roll your eyes good naturedly and hang up the phone

"Why don't we go for a drive before Jack gets home."

"She's not going to like that you hung up on her."

"Do I look like I care?"

Spencer

Unlike Hotch, not having your mother's approval will bother Spencer a lot. He will devote time to trying to please her, to making her happy, but all of his efforts will be for naught

It's not that she doesn't trust your choice in men, she just isn't keen on him, ironic considering any other mother would be head over heels grateful their child chose a man as clean and educated as Spencer Reid

You try to minimize the amount of time they spend together. It's not like you really care what she thinks anyway. You love Spencer and that's all that matters

Still, you can't help it when he overhears her on the phone. He's clingy and almost always close to you and you answer before you realize that maybe it isn't a very good idea

He is definitely not going to say or do anything while you're on the phone, but the situation will upset him. Even if he doesn't directly say so, you will be able to tell.

Instead of apologizing for your mother or making up some lame excuse, you decide that the best way to handle this is Doctor Who and take out.

He won't forget those harsh words, his memory will make sure of it, but at least you can let him know that you don't agree, that you'll always be in his corner

Derek Morgan

Unlike the other two, Derek isn't quiet by nature. When he sees/feels injustice, he has to say something

So he will definitely just rip the phone out of your hands and end up in a lowkey screaming match with your mother. You can't even say you blame him because the things she was saying were downright rude and callous

The phone call will end up with Derek hanging up on her

He decides somewhere in his anger that he doesn't want to deal with this and instead just wants to spend time with the person he loves

He jokes you should just cut off your mom and let his own mom adopt you and you consider it, her food is amazing and his mother and sisters adore you

The two of you won't even talk about it or think about it after that, you stop taking calls from her and eventually she just stops calling altogether

Oh well, it's not really a loss in either of your opinions

[the-old-witch-writes]

“even in her helplessness” (Sanji x afab!Reader) 18+

title: “even in her helplessness”

fandom: One Piece

pairing: Sanji x afab!Reader (with she/her pronouns used, as well as pussy/cunt to describe genitals)

rating: MA/Explicit (minors/age less blogs dni)

content warning: consensual somnophilia (with drugging), implied established codes & scene negotiations, explicit sexual content, obnoxious use of petnames…and tea; also a somewhat blatant reference to Anne Rice’s The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty

also on ao3! posted as anonymous because i'm anxious abt using my penname on there

almost immediately after dinner that evening, everyone in the crew drifts from the galley, intending to spend the rest of the evening wherever they please aboard the Thousand Sunny. usually, you tag along with Nami and Robin as they head down to the aquarium lounge, but tonight, you tell Nami that you’ll be heading to bed early, after you have some special tea Sanji prepares for you. 

despite pouting at your response, Nami sighs and lets you go—“You better join us tomorrow night, hun! You owe me a drink, after all.”—and although you already feel your wallet sobbing, you can’t help but giggle and promise to do so.

towards him, Nami coos sweetly, “Make sure to bring Robin and I some dessert when you’re done, Sanji-kun!”

he spins to her instantly, his eyes glowing with all the love and affection that arises from him whenever she, you, and Robin—or any woman—are around him.

“As you wish, Nami-swan~! Just let me finish these dishes and take care of my Princess here, and I’ll be right with you!” Sanji declares, throwing you a pointed look that sends heat searing down your spine.

letting out a giggle, Nami exits the galley, leaving you alone with him.

he goes back to doing the dinner dishes. there’s a bit of a bounce in his movements now, as he’s likely looking forward to meeting up with Nami and Robin to give them their dessert later—when he’s finished with you, of course. 

you stare at the expanse of his back, heat rising to your neck and your mouth suddenly dry as you take in the line of his shoulders, how his almost gold hair settles at the nape of his neck. you recall how, just a few minutes ago when you spoke to Nami, his blue eyes darkened knowingly when you mentioned wanting tea, how his warm, lovesick smile widened into a ghost of a smirk.

he already knows, you think, heart hammering against ribs. the two of you have been doing this off and on for a month now, already have a system in place when it comes to this sort of play, but you never fail to feel the thrill of it all. just confirm it with him.

but Sanji breaks the silence first.

“You really wanna turn in early, Princess?” he asks, his tone casual—like he’s talking about the weather—but the bass he puts into his voice hints otherwise.

again, that infernal blush that floods your face, you just can’t help it. by now, this dance is familiar to the both of you; and yet he still insists on hearing you voice your desires. it’s embarrassing and frustrating, but it also makes desire simmer in your blood.

so, you nod while saying softly, “Yes.”

he pauses for a second, right in the middle of drying a plate. then, he turns his face the slightest—still not facing you, but enough to see the curve of his cheek, the slope of his nose, a hint of his smile. (a smirk?)

he still asks, just to make sure you’re both on the same page: “Which kind do you want tonight?”

And you make sure to give the correct answer, so he understands what you’re asking for: “The passionflower blend, please.”

again, he pauses, revealing nothing of what he feels for a moment. then, with a slightly shaky exhale, he places the plate he’s dried atop the pile that’s already clean and ready to be placed back in the cabinets. you watch him then dip his hands in the sink again, his movements almost too meticulous, too slow. it feels like a tease, like the very string of sanity within your mind is being pulled to its limit. slowly, as your gaze takes in his beautiful hands, you swallow hard.

“Just let me finish this last one and I’ll get you your tea,” he tells you.

“...Okay.”

your hands clench together in your lap, palms pressed together and fingers twisting around each other. your teeth catch your bottom lip as you watch him. how he acts with you right now, as he’s acted during the other nights, is such a contrast that it steals the breath from your lungs. after sailing with the crew for two years, you are already quite used to Sanji being flamboyant in his affections; seeing him spin and cry out those nicknames at you and the other women have started becoming a comfort, even. those early days of him getting you flustered from his constant praises, and embarrassing flirting, are dead and gone. but these moments? when he’s in control of your reactions and he knows it—it’s different. it’s new, every time. it should be embarrassing, and to some degree it is; but it also offers a whole other layer of comfort. 

it reminds you that you can always trust Sanji to care for you—to make sure you’re fed, to make sure you’re unharmed by any nearby enemies, to make sure someone’s there to listen to you in case the night terrors become too much sometimes, to make sure you feel loved, even by someone who loves other women so freely and fervently—and to make sure you get everything you need from him.

just like tonight.

you’re pulled from your thoughts when his hands finally place the last plate down, when they move to fill the teapot with cold water, and then—once the water inside begins to boil—when they search the cabinet for a packet of your favorite tea. after a minute, the teapot clicks to signal that the water is boiled, and then Sanji removes it from the stove to pour into the mug where your tea will seep. by now, your hands are atop the dining table, fingers tapping almost furiously against the wood.

Sanji takes notice, of course he does, his one revealed eye darting to you. he hums softly, smiling as he goes back to preparing your tea.

“You still need to work on your patience, dearest,” he tells you while removing the teabag—the water now a light and fragrant, near orange color—and then adding a little something extra to your tea. “Things like this shouldn’t be rushed.”

you shrink back a little, shoulders hunching. “I know,” you say, voice small. “I-I’m sorry. I know I ask so much from you—”

“Oh, no, I have no problems with that. Sweetness, I’d do anything for you—anything,” Sanji says, his gaze warm. With a glance at the mug, he picks it up and brings it over to you, taking a seat across the table from you. With a sly grin, he reaches out and strokes his finger along the curve of your cheek, eventually bending it under your chin. “But you are a bit of a brat.”

a smile spreads across your face, a mix of sweet and cheek, as you say, “Only sometimes.”

“That’s enough, isn’t it?”

“Well, if it bothers you that much, you could always do something about it.”

“You shouldn’t tempt me, I might take that offer one day.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you reply, heat rising to your cheeks. “I trust you, Sanji.”

he pauses to level you with a stare, his eyes suddenly resembling the ocean during a storm. you watch his chest expand as he takes one breath, then another, the tips of his ears turning hot pink.  then he nods towards your steaming mug of tea.

“Drink your tea,” Sanji says, a gentle command that has you sitting up straight. “Before it gets cold.”

you reach for the mug instantly and tilt the opening towards your mouth, the first sip of tea dripping onto your tongue. you taste the bittersweetness of the passionflower, mixed with chamomile and other herbs, along with that other special ingredient. after swallowing, you rest the mug down and pause to lick your lips, looking Sanji right in the eye all the while. there’s a tense moment where you two stare at each other before you lift the mug again and take another sip.

it isn’t long before your cup begins to empty, but it will still take some time for the tea to take effect. to help pass the time, you decide to start a conversation with him.

“I really liked how you made that dish tonight,” you say. “I’ve never had anything like it. How did you learn to make it?”

his eyes light up instantly—Sanji is always ready to talk about his craft, though he does keep some secrets to himself—and he goes on to start a story about a time when he was still working in Baratie. his voice is full of excitement, nostalgia; you almost feel like you were there, like you can see the restaurant that was his home for much of his adolescence. 

it’s a beautiful story—any time Sanji opens up to you about Zeff and Baratie, you are immediately engaged—and you can’t help but feel soothed by the timbre in his voice. it’s easy to let it all wash over you as you finish your tea, as the drink settles in your blood and begins to weigh heavily on your bones, your eyelids, your mind.

you don’t remember the end of Sanji’s story. you don’t even remember falling asleep.

…

…

…

there’s a story you once read, not long ago. it’s about a princess who was cursed by an evil fairy, to sleep for a hundred years after she came of age; this curse also spread to the kingdom. for a hundred years, this castle stood with its sleeping inhabitants, gathering dust and wearing down to time as the land outside moved on without the former monarchs and their court of nobles.

then one day, a prince arrived. he intended to break the curse, and he knew precisely what needed to be done. so, he broke through the vines that had begun to grow along the castle; he swiped through the dust and spiderwebs, climbed the long spire of stairs to head to tallest tower; and when he finally found her chambers, he came into the room like a fog after the storm.

he took in the beauty sleeping in her bed, his hands caressing her face for a moment. then, he began to remove his armor until he was only in a tunic and his leather breeches. next, he undressed her, ripping away her nightgown and then squeezing at her bare body like she was a ripe fruit perfect for picking. after taking in more of her beauty, he began unfastening his pants; and then he slid into her bed.

it’s a rather horrifying story, honestly, both during this and after this moment in the book. it’s a tale of a Beauty and her Dark Prince, his demanding mother, and the many princes and princesses that are left at their mercy. it should have disgusted you—but you read on and on, until you had the entire novel memorized.

…

…

…

when you stir not long after, your mind is in a fog, your vision blurry. despite this, you still feel him forcing your thighs apart with his own, moving his long, turgid cock inside you at a near relentless pace. you hear how he groans his pleasure and adulations in your ear, how the movements of his body make the bed creak underneath you, the very wet smack of his thighs against yours. you feel how his mouth sucks and nips at the base of your neck, no doubt making bruises bloom there. his hands are everywhere, leaving trails of heat in their wake as he toys with your body. 

for a moment, you wait for the panic, the kind of existential horror of it all. that’s the right reaction, correct? no one should want this, let alone enjoy it. many would argue that it’s a spit in the face of many survivors of this type of abuse. and let’s be honest, it’s a little fucked up. you are fucked up—that’s what a normal person would say.

but remember, you are not normal. 

(and that’s okay.)

breathing deeply, you are further embraced by the smell of spices, some sweat, and of course, the faint smell of cigarettes. as you turn to bury your nose in his shoulder, a soft sigh leaves you, just enough to make it seem like you’re still sleeping. he’s not being gentle tonight, which is rare for him and a surprising treat for you. no, you realize with a little whimper, feeling the swollen tip of him brutally kissing the deepest part inside your pussy, his length dragging against every inch of your walls, forcing pleasure to nearly spill from your body. usually Sanji is sweet and gentle, even at his most passionate—but it seems something got a hold of him tonight. even when he thinks you’re still sleeping, tonight, he is being relentless.

a little moan leaves you at a particularly deep and rough thrust of his cock, his pelvis grinding right against your clit, driving you higher and higher, setting your whole body on fire. your trembling hands grasp at the back of his shoulders, then moving to curl in the open collar of his shirt.

“S-Sanji, Sanji,” you whimper into his neck, making him freeze, his moan choking in his throat. 

“Shit, Princess, sorry, I thought—” he starts to say, lifting his head to look at you with worried eyes, his whole face red. “I didn’t realize how rough I—”

but with your hands still on the collar of his shirt, you drag him down to your lips, moaning as you start giving him fervent kisses, your hands moving to cradle his face.

“Faster, please,” you beg against his mouth. “Please, please, please…”

Sanji lets out a deep groan and kisses you back one more time, then places his mouth on the side of your temple. his arms wrap around your waist, your hands right on your ass as he adjusts your hips the slightest, and the—Oh. your head falls back against your pillow, wide eyes on the ceiling, clouded with lust and blank of any thought. Oh, god—!

the sounds leaving your mouth are so shameless, it’s embarrassing but you can’t help it with how he batters inside you, using all the strength you can handle from his legs. every time he forces his body to meet yours, you see stars and colors. your hands scrabble along his arms to keep yourself grounded, until one rests near his elbow while your other squeezes his shoulder, nails nearly ripping into the cotton of his shirt.

somehow, Sanji manages to keep enough composure to speak to you as he presses gentle and sweet kisses on your face.

“Like that, baby? Does that feel good?”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm,” you whine back, breaking off into a moan.

“Me too. Fuck, you’re always too good for me, so perfect,” he rasps, his mouth spreading into a grin against your jawline, unable to hide his excitement. “Getting close?”

gasping, you nod a little too fast, too eager to care about how it makes you look. he chuckles and kisses your lips with a soft moan.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. Gonna give you just what you need,” Sanji says, moving one of his hands to thumb at your clit, his eyes drinking in how you arch into his touch, how what’s left of your control breaks under his touch. “You’re so beautiful…”

you can’t reply beyond the cries that leave you, a mix of words and praises that you don’t really think about before saying. you can barely think at all. all you can do is clench your eyes closed and hold onto him as he makes your body explode, your little pussy clenching and gushing around him as he draws it out, forcing wave after wave of your pleasure out of you.

as your voice grows strained, your throat rough and post-orgasmic fatigue (and remnants of the drug in your system) fogging your mind, Sanji finally moves to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing you against the bed. he fucks into you with absolute abandon now, intending to lose himself inside you. the force behind his thrusts makes you whimper into the side of his neck, your pussy still so sensitive, that boundary between pleasure and pain wearing away. Sanji makes sure to hold you close to him, soft and sweet, despite it all.

“Just a little more, a little more,” he is promising in your ear, his voice strained. then, about a moment later, “Shit—!”

with a turn of his face, Sanji presses his lips to yours, parting your mouth with his to deepen the kiss as you thread one of your hands through his hair, tugging at the root. as your tongues twist together, you feel him flood you with his warmth, thick and gushing. groaning into your mouth, he thrusts inside you a few more until he’s completely spent. 

you both stay in place for a few moments, enough for you both to regain control over your breathing. Sanji takes a deep breath and parts with you, slowly pulling out, and then turning to lay next to you on the bed. once the sense of calm enters your system, a giddy sort of feeling flutters from your belly, making you settle deeper against your pillow.

“That was good,” you almost purr, turning to face him.

Sanji chuckles, still a bit shaky as he looks at you. “Do you need anything, Sweetness?”

you think for a moment before a yawn crawls from your mouth, leaving your mind and eyelids heavy. you shake your head. 

“No, I think—I think I’ll sleep for real this time.”

“Okay,” says Sanji as he reaches out to stroke your face, his expression tender. “Go ahead and sleep, Princess. I’ll see you in the morning.”

you watch him a moment more, until your vision begins to blur and your eyelids begin to lower. you catch a glimpse of soft blue and a familiar smile before you allow sleep to claim you once more, knowing that no matter what and even if it’s only for a moment, you are safe and loved.

[baratiddyappreciator]

hello.I apologize in advance for the translator😅 I recently came up with an idea for a mini story or Hanayama's headcannon. What if he has a girlfriend who had never been involved with the Yakuza before meeting our Kaoru? she is very devoted to him and wants to get a tattoo sleeve (with carp, flowers, etc., well, that usually happens to the Yakuza) .to prove to him that she is also strong (she could have suffered something psychologically difficult in the past, for example). and Kaoru was initially against this idea, because then she would have to hide her connection with the criminal world completely, hide her hands from shame. She would have done it secretly from the master who did the hanayame tattoo. At first, Kaoru was angry that she had to experience pain and ruin her skin, but in the end he was very touched by his girlfriend and realized that she was really his woman from head to toe.

Don't worry, I think you got your point across just fine! It sounds like a really interesting prompt, and I'm glad you shared it with me! I hope I lived up with your expectations, sorry it took me a while!

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She's soft. That's the first thing that Hanayama thinks when looking at his girl. She's soft and sweet and she's definitely not cut out for this lifestyle, and he has to protect her, because some of the people he deals with would eat her alive. And yet, despite her being told time and time again that his world is a dangerous one and that she'd be safer not getting involved with it, or with him, for that matter, she still insisted. She'd asked him over and over again for a tattoo, to join him in this lifestyle, and each time he'd told her no. He really should have realised that her determination would make her sneaky. Of course, he knows that she's strong, she wouldn't still be arguing him about the sleeve tattoo that she wanted to get if she wasn't strong, but her strength was different than his. She was strong because of what she'd gone through, though he didn't know the entire story, he could gather that she's had a rough life. He was strong naturally, a born protector and fighter, that's what the others had said.

He respected her strength, of course, he respected her, but some things he just wouldn't let her do for her own sake. He didn't want her getting hurt, tattoos like that couldn't be done entirely comfortably for someone that hadn't ever had one if they weren't prepared for the inevitable pain that would result from it. He just wanted to keep her safe. Anyone that saw that tattoo would know that she was with him, and weaker, more opportunistic people would take advantage of her loyalty to him to try and get to him. She would have to hide, she couldn't flaunt a tattoo like that. Not only would there be repercussions from the criminal world, but there could be problems in her every day life! Not to mention that if she didn't like it, it would cost her almost twice as much, if not three times, to get it removed or covered up! But she'd seemingly finally given up on the argument, on trying to get that tattoo.

Despite that, he still had an uneasy feeling all day after she'd left their home to go about her day. She'd said she had errands to run and that she would be home before dark, and he could respect that, he knew that they needed to make a grocery run for a while now, but things kept popping up and getting groceries when they didn't really eat in that often was put on the back burner. The worry stuck with him all day, even once he arrived home. He didn't know what point she'd been home, but the fridge was stocked, groceries had been gotten and put away, the house was clean, no sign of a struggle. He had to find things to do while he waited for her to come home, so he eventually just wound up watching the news, though he wasn't really absorbing any of what was being reported on, it wasn't anything interesting. His knee bounced anxiously the entire time as the minutes ticked by, the sun slowly starting to sink over the horizon.

It wasn't until the door clicked open that he could feel a sense of ease as she stepped into the entryway, taking off her shoes, though her movements were careful, and she kept one side of her body facing away from him. His suspicions were up immediately, so after a moment of him watching her and her going about her routine after coming home, he spoke up.

"Hey." She jumped a little, but she still smiled at him as she always did.

"Hey! How was your day?"

"Fine. What did you do while I was gone? Looks like you were busy." He said, nodding at the now full fridge.

"Oh, just some basic personal errands, I met up with an old friend and a colleague, we talked, hung out for a bit. I know it's a bit late, but it took forever to finish saying goodbye." She rambled, and his eyes narrowed at the gray smudge on her hand.

"What's on your hand?" He simply asked, and she froze like a deer in headlights. His brows furrowed, concern lacing his voice. "Did you get hurt or something?"

"No, I uh... I..." She was hesitating, not meeting his eyes, her own darting around the room. A simply quirk of his brow was all it took for her to let out a shaky breath. "So uh, promise you won't be mad?" She asked, and his frown deepened as she walked up and held out her arm. There it was. A fresh sleeve, already unwrapped and cleaned, still red and raw, but already healing. He recognized that handywork, it was across his own back after all. For a moment, he was angry. "I know you didn't want me to get it, and I know I said I gave up on it, I understand why you didn't want me to get it, but I'm a grown woman! I can make my own decisions! And I'm choosing you, Hanayama! I want to be by your side, even if it means being in a gang!" She began, her voice shaking a little.

"Seriously? A whole sleeve? You went to him for a whole sleeve?" He asked, and she winced. "Why would you put yourself through that?!" He demanded, and she looked away, fidgeting with her fingernails, the skin there already raw and irritated, she'd clearly been doing that all day. "Do you really think that I'd be happy about you hurting yourself like that?" He demanded, and she glared up at him, her jaw set.

"I did it because I wanted to, Hanayama!" She snapped, poking a finger into his chest. "I did it because I want to prove to everyone that sees this that I am yours and yours alone, I'm by your side for all of it, no matter what! I did this because it's what I want for me! Even if we break up in the future, I still want to be by your side because you mean so much to me!" There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and he paused, watching one fall. Oh. He was the one that had hurt her this time. Not the needles, not the fear. He had upset her by not having faith in her. Wordlessly, he held out his hand, and she hesitated.

"Lemme see it, at least. I can't get a good look with you waving your arm around like that." He rumbled, and she put her hand in his. He didn't want to touch it, not yet, he knew that was bad for the healing process, and he didn't want to mar her tattoo with his hands. The colours were delicate, the lines flowing smoothly as a carp wove through some flowers on her arm. Good craftsmanship, fantastic workmanship. He knew that the old man knew what he was doing, but still, pride swelled in his chest that his girl had some of, if not the best art on her skin. "Looks good. Old man hasn't lost his touch yet. Suits you." He said, earning a startled look, before he sheepishly looked away, dropping her hand to stuff his in his pockets.

"...What? You don't hate it?" She asked, puzzled, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nah, I couldn't. It's objectively good work on a beautiful canvas, and it really does suit you. I just... I just wish you hadn't done it all in one sitting, that couldn't have felt nice. I didn't want you getting hurt." His voice took on a softer tone, something more sincere, before he paused and smirked slightly. "Plus, you're going to hate it when it starts peeling. Worst itch ever." He said, earning a scoff as she playfully punched his arm.

"Oh please! It can't be that bad!" She laughed, the tense atmosphere completely vanishing. Yeah, that was his girl alright. Soft, sweet, and a hell of a lot more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She was tough alright, and he loved her for all of it.

[thatwildnya]

Pov: you look and dress like Rika from Pokemon

no idea how tall Rika is but for these hcs imma say you’re 6 feet and just for fun you also have a clodsire named Muddy Buddy

notes: female pronouns used, images of Rika and clodsire at the bottom

Idia

he is winning in life and knows it

you are hot and cute and handsome and sexy all in one

does not believe in love at first sight but when y’all first met he might have changed his stance cuz dAMN YOU LOOKIN’ FINE AS HELL

happy he can hide behind you without having to bend down so much

loves the gap moe you have

your neutral expression makes you look so cool and dignified

then you see something cute and the way your face lights up makes his heart go into overdrive

Ortho also loves and adores you and Idia loves watching you interact

 please please please do something hot like kabedon or use a finger to make him look up at you he will melt

just make sure you have access to a fire extinguisher at hand just to be safe-

he loves your big goofy looking buddy too

finds the big goof fascinating and a joy to play with and likes to use him as a portable AC when it’s scorching outside

he used to lay on him then he discovered that Mud can make some of his bones shoot out of his back after he let out a sneeze

thankfully he didn’t have his whole body draped over him-

dress up in a butler cosplay for him he will be foaming at the mouth

Epel

has a love hate relationship with your looks

on one hand you look so cool and awesome

but on the other you look so cool and awesome

he wants your gender give it to him

everytime without fail people confuse which is the girl and boy between you two

you do your best to help him pick outfits that will make him look more masculine

unfortunately you somehow always end up picking outfits that just make him look more feminine

it’s very weird and frustrating to both of you how does this keep happening

appreciates your height he can hide behind you when needed like Idia

you are the only person who can come up from behind and pick him up without warning

you have an unspoken agreement of how y’all cuddle

if you’re laying down he’s the big spoon but if you’re sitting up he’s snuggled into your side

met Muddy Buddy before you, his mama sent over his weekly crate of apples and he dropped some

Mud happened to be nearby and since Epel didn’t want them to go to waste he let him eat them

Mud would be waiting for him every week when he came to pick up his goods to get his share

Epel is more than happy to feed the big goof more often than not there are always some leftovers that go bad

Riddle

did not realize you were a girl until the post blot battle

why you ask? because your shirt got torn and part of your bra was on display

the speed of him tying his cape around your chest would make a nasa race car envious

it’s a bit awkward after that but it gets worse after he fixes your tie during chapter 2(correct me if I’m wrong-)

he gets a nice close up of your face for the first time and realizes you are very attractive and it’s all downhill from there

his crush is very obvious and everyone is teasing him about it left and right

how do y’all end up an item? well when he heard you were staying with Leona cuz your dorm had been snatched he left so fast there was a dust cloud left behind in his wake

he’s all winded from his sudden marathon but that doesn’t matter

you are promised an actual bed and no chores

unfortunately for him it’s the night before azul’s overblot so you have to stay where you are for one more night

he was going to put you in his room and let you use his bed

once y’all finally get together you become a powerhouse duo

gotta do 14 stacks of paperwork bigger than grim? ha you’ll be done before dinner

you cannot tell me Riddle prefers to be the little spoon

he likes to snuggle into your chest and curl up

same as Epel you are the only one who can pick him up without warning and not get your head chewed off

Muddy Buddy is your son and is spoiled rotten between the two of you

Riddle makes he always gets a share when dessert is involved

one time he went to a study group with the other second years and Mud tagged along cuz you were busy

Kalim brought a cake (made by Jamil) to share during break but to Riddle’s horror there wasn’t enough available for Mud to get a share

as any good parent should do, he gave half to his son

Mud was delighted and to say thank you he gave his pops a big hug

study group was cut short due to Riddle almost dying of suffocation

Vil

you are the envy of every fashionista couple in the world

if the dictionary had a picture next to gender envy it would be you two

the moment you walked into the room for ch.5 auditions he knew you were going to be apart of the group whether you liked it or not

in this timeline Grim is the manager not you

y'all'd've slayed the competition but since Vil has to loose during the overblot fight you sprained your ankle or somethin’ or whatever idk you just don’t get to dance oof

you went to one of his modeling gigs and immediately got roped into doing a shoot with him

he 100% knew this would happen

now you are making bank and don’t have to rely on the crow for money

Crowley did bring up rent once but immediately retracted that after when an angry mob of teens showed up outside his office

his favorite thing to do with you is clothes and makeup shopping even if you whine and grump half the time

let him run wild every once in awhile he loves styling you up

has a love hate relationship with your pet to be honest

yes he is very sweet and cute but he is so messy dear seven

the derpy baby is not allowed inside until he was been rinsed and dried, has to be hand fed since food will get everywhere otherwise, and under no circumstances is he allowed anywhere near anything that holds Vil’s precious Gucci and Porsche clothes

one time Mud got a bit too excited and accidentally ruined a pair of his heels

naturally Vil got mad and in the heat of the moment yelled at him

of course he apologized once he cooled down but poor Mud was now scared of him and this broke Vil’s heart

he knows how much you love your derpy blob of a pet and that if he can’t fix this the two of you would end up separating

so he sets a master plan in motion

you get a distressed call from Epel about Vil having lost it and when you arrive you find that your beloved has turned an area of the dorm into a huge mud filled paradise complete with a pond and sprinklers

and to top it all off Vil has designed clothes specially made for him to play with Muddy Buddy

in that moment you knew you were going to marry this man

oh and he collects Mud’s poison but nobody knows what he does with it

Azul

power couple tm

you are the classiest couple in the school

loves that you’re tall he is 100% a clingy sleeper and there’s plenty for him to grab on

you help out with duties at the lounge ranging from paperwork to serving to bartending

he has 100% noticed an increase in sales whenever you're serving. the reason? you look damn good in the uniform it shows off all your best traits and your personality only increases your attractive meter

this was a win for him until customers started flirting with you and kept you in one place for longer than you should be

you were moved to the bar but that was even worse

the last straw was when one of Those kind of people got a bit too cocky and thought it would be a good idea to give your buttocks a slap

whether or not the twins were there to step in didn’t matter neither you nor Muddy Buddy were going to put up with that

nobody knows what the two of you did to the student since you dragged him into an empty room but he had transferred out before the end of the week (this happened on a Thursday)

and speaking of Muddy-

Azul has adopted him as his son and baby talks him but will never admit it

any leftovers goes to him without question

always buying him new toys to slobber over and gets him little hats to match with both of you

even tho he refused to let you do anymore serving it wasn’t a huge loss

thanks to your child both of you are making bank

one of the VIP rooms was cleared out and turned into a room made specifically for spending time with Mud like some animal cafes have

because Mud is smart and loves his mama he only cooperates if 75% of the revenue goes to you how sweet~

Floyd constantly gets poisoned by him because he likes to squeeze him and Mud does not appreciate this so Azul forbids him and Jade from being left alone with the baby

why is Jade not allowed to be alone with the baby? you found out he was secretly collecting your son’s poison and he refuses to tell you the reason

[notlelesposts]

𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — nanno

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genre: kinda angst i guess..?

cw: not proofread, afab!reader

notes: this is my first post, constructive criticism is appreciated

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the warm summer breeze was desireable after months of winter and hardwork. nanno only had a week before she would start heading to summer schools, so a break was much needed.

nanno was sitting on the edge of a rooftop, her legs swinging over the ledge.

soft footsteps appeared behind her, and she knew it was you. “daydreaming again, are we?” you chuckled lowly. “youve seem to be doing that a lot.”

nanno didnt respond, so you took that as an invitation to come closer to nanno. you crouched behind nanno as she began swinging her feet.

you brushed her hair behind her ear before whispering into it. “get your act together. your becoming weaker, youre to worried about useless distractions. be focused.” your breath fanned against the shell of her ear, causing her cheeks to involuntarily redden.

nanno continued to be silent, staring straight ahead. the conversation ended there, as you got up and walked away. although nanno wished you hadnt.

if only you knew that everytime nanno daydreams, shes daydreaming about you. youre the one causing her to lose focus, youre the one making her weak, youre the useless distractions.

• • •

[burnieblanders]

The boys react to the fact that mc never wears a bra♡

Lucy- attempts to force her to wear them. Fails miserably. Shell wear one just for him to see tho♡ he folds and doesnt bring it up again lol

Mam- gets flustered and jealous, but also loves seein it so he doesnt argue with a good thing

Levi- gets flustered and stares too long with no subtlety but doesnt say anything

Saty- says nothing but loves to sneak plenty of glances,  maybe hell make a snarky comment to deflect away from how much it turns him on

Asmo- puts pretty, lacy and sexy ones on her just for photos and sexy looks...like...a bra with a suit coat and dress pants and pointy pumps....thats the only time she'll wear a bra for longer than an hour lmao

Beel- loves it. Says nothing

Belph- loves it but is a dick about it lol, makes the old, "cold in here?" Comment when he sees the nip... he also tries to flick them

Dia- loves it. Says nothing lol

(When handing out t shirts for events he purposely gives her too small of a size, keepin tight shirts on those tits♡)

Barb- loves it. says nothing

Simy- tells her she should probably wear one but shes like nah honey and he never brings it up again lol

Sol- "jeez its always so chilly around solomon, its like hes a ghost" he be subtly castin cold breeze spells so them nipples are ALWAYS hard honey lpfbdldhfldsbtlkjksjks😂😂😂

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Spider Webs Part 2 - König*Fem!Reader

Let’s play a game with our colonel.

Part two of my previous writing:

content warning: 18+, mdni, phone sex, masturbation, monitoring

100% will have part 3 because this isn’t what I’m planning first and I accidentally made myself need to write another chapter to finish this work, but hope you enjoy! :)

part 3 bonus chapter 1

Since the day König discovered your obsession with him at your home, your relationship shifted from “superior and subordinate” to something much more intimate, between lovers and predators with their prey.

Who is the predator, and who is the prey? Nice question.

You would feign that you were going to give him his favorite latte and report some “important information”, went into his office, and came out 20 minutes later.

“gott, your hands... so tight... shit...! ahh...”Your delicate hands wrapped tightly around his cock, moving at a swift pace, and after you gave him a playful squeeze on the tip, König came with a moan in your hand, cum splattered on your black shirt.

“Oooh, colonel.” You said with a fake concerned tone “You’re too loud, and you stained my shirt. Do you want your comrades to know what a slutty pervert you are? Cumming hard in your assistant’s hands behind the door of your office?”

“Nein...” 

His voice was raspy, weakly spoken due to the exhaustion of post-orgasm.

You took out your handkerchief — the one you hid before so he would come to your house to find it — wiping the cum from your hand and your clothes while maintaining eye contact with König.

“Let’s play a game, colonel.” A mischievous smile appeared on your face. “From now on, no more self pleasuring, no more helping each other, or even sex for us."

“Whoever breaks the rules first needs to listen to the other person's order.” He watched you fold the handkerchief into a perfect square, put it on his desk, and left him panting on his chair.

You didn’t give him a chance to reject, not like he wouldn’t oblige though.

You gave him three tiny monitors and told him to set them up in his office and his room, of course, no blind spots were allowed. In return, you gave him access to those monitors you set up before to catch him sneaking into your house.

With these monitors, you both were able to see what the other was doing all the time.

Including the bathroom, because you both were sick perverts.

König’s libido wasn't that high until he met you, so he thought he might be able to beat you by imagining what he could do to you as a reward for the longtime self-control he maintained during your dangerous game.

But apparently, you weren’t an easy competitor to be beaten.

Sometimes he opened his laptop, clicked on the app for the monitors, and saw you walking in a black nightgown, the silky and close-fitting one that hugs your curves and challenged his self-control.

Well, you should admit he was doing much better than you estimated too.

You bought a second monitor for your computer, just for you to watch him every moment, and he really didn’t do anything sex-related.

You praised him right into his ear when he sat on his office chair, noticing him clutched onto the armrest hard enough to make his knuckles white, but he still played the game pretty well.

But no matter how he well performed, it’s still your game, you would win, eventually.

König came back from a two-week mission at night, it’s not arduous, but it’s an annoying one.

He walked to his office, took off his gear, and sat on his chair with a tired grunt.

The curtains were down, avoiding any moonlight pouring into the room,and he sat under the dim light of the lamp, eyes flickered around, finally lying on his laptop.

What were you doing now? 

He missed you, he hadn’t seen you for two weeks, he missed the little praises you whispered to him, missed the heart-warming smile you gave to others, which only turned to a fetching one when you looked at him with evil glints in your eyes.

Open the laptop and clicked on the app he opened countless times before, he searched over the monitors to find your figure.

and there you are, lying on your bed, wearing a silver-white nightgown this time.

Your chest rose and fell at a steady pace, your facial expression was calm.

You looked divine in his eyes, like a goddess.

But his gaze moved down, to the place the strap of the nightgown fell down your shoulder, and down to the part of your skirt riding up, revealing your thigh.

König felt his body was consumed by fire, burning fiercely at the sight of you, even though you looked serene, the dirty thoughts about you were unstoppable in his mind.

How eager he wanted to kiss your soft lips, grab your thighs and ram into your pussy with an unforgivable pace, and left a bite mark on your shoulder until you cry out his name loudly.

He looked at the monitor again, you hadn't moved an inch, dead asleep because it was already midnight at the moment.

He hesitantly put his hand over the obvious bulge his cock made in his cargo pants. You wouldn’t discover if he pleasured himself this time, right?

but when he touched his shaft over his pants, he knew it was unable to stop right now.

He quickly pulled his cargo pants to his knee, letting his cock spring out with how hard it already was, the precum made a mess to his palm when he started moving his hand at a quick speed.

“Hmm...so gut...” He closed his eyes, recalling the memory of you falling to your knees, pink lips swallowing his cock, and he could almost hear the squelch sounds when you took him deep down in your throat.

but his breath hitched and a stuttered groan left him when he opened his eyes again.

You stared right at him through the camera, the corner of your eyes crinkling as your lips formed a cheeky grin.

Oh, he was so fucked up.

He watched you reached your arm, opened the bedside drawer, and took out your phone.

His work phone rang a few seconds later.

“Good evening, sir.” Your happiness was obvious in your voice. “What are doing now? Hmm?”

“I’m sorry, Schatz...” König moaned out, but his hand only became quicker once your voice flowed into his ear.

“Don’t feel sorry, colonel.” You cooed, and his eyes were glued to your body when you sat up on the edge of your bed, eyes never left the camera.

“Just came back from a tough mission, right? I know, don’t worry.” Your leg are placed over the other. “Let me help you, okay?”

“Bitte... I need you, h-help me...” König’s hand shakily holding his phone, and he knew he must sounded pathetic.

“I missed you so much, König. You know that?” You shift your hips a little bit, pulling your nightgown higher, and higher until fully expose your lacy black underwear to him. 

“How much I want to lay my hands on you..... feel your cock twitch under my touch......” 

You opened your legs. König can see it clearly even through the monitor, your panties were already been soaked by your arousal, making a darker spot at the clothes cling to your pussy, and he moaned out at the sight.

“When you come to the office in the daytime, what should I do to you as my trophy? Should I make you lick all my juices when I sit on your face, making your hood dampen by them? Or should I bring you a collar with my name on it, and make you mine forever?”

König already felt like he was about to cum, too long without having any relief, without seeing your pretty face and hearing your sugary words,making his orgasm build up much faster than usual.

“Ja! Make me yours! Bitte... Mach mich zu deinem...verlass mich nicht...ahh” (Make me yours...don’t leave me)

He tumbled over the edge with a high pitch whine, lukewarm cum spilled all over his skin and his abdomen, and in his hazy mind, he could only hear your enchanting voice, telling him the thing he wanted to hear the most.

“Good...So good for me. Now, ready for your punishment, yeah?”

[trashytoastboi]

Hiiii

I’m really glad to hear that I’m not being rude to u (I was really worried about it (>_<))........i didn’t really thought through about which character to pick....(sorry about that) so i hope I’m not asking to much if i ask for law ;-;

Ps.i really appreciate ur writing~<3 i want u to know how cherished u are so u don’t forget u always be loved UwU (i always want to say that to u :D)

Heyya! 🍞🍀 I'm really glad that you enjoy my work! Sorry for the long wait on this one and hope you enjoy!

Headcanons: Law x Shy! F! S/O – Trying to seduce her lover.

(Female Pronouns)

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Law enjoyed teasing {Name}, mostly because her animated reactions always made Law smile. She was so shy even after being together for so long, she still seemed to react to his usual flirting and seductions with the same shyness. Seeing how she got all bashful and stumbled a little over her words. “What’s wrong {Name-ya?}” he asked innocently, acting as if he had nothing to do with why she was blushing so much with how cheekily he stole a kiss. 

🍄 Well after so much teasing and being on the losing end of having Law poking fun at her, {Name} decided it was time for her to stand up and turn the tables. Maybe for once she wanted to see Law being the bumbling, blushing and bashful one. She tried to plot for how she would actually do that, every idea had her getting so embarrassed just by the thought alone that {Name} wondered if she would actually be capable of pulling it off for real when the time came. 

🍄 Plan one of {Name’s}, flirting. Simple yet effective but {Name} failed. Mostly because she is not as witty with her words as Law who easily turned it back on her and made her speechless. She was unable to utter anything in response. Seeing Law’s smug smile, riled {Name} up. Curse Law and his handsome face. 

🍄 {Name} decided to move onto her second plan, she heard about something that a few people tried. When she had the opportunity, when {Name} and Law were alone she decided it was time. Oh he was so excited to see what she had up her sleeve this time. “So? {Name-ya} now you have me all alone.” {Name} could feel the heat rising to her cheeks but she couldn’t get distracted before trying. Her fingers hooked into his belt as she pulled him close, {Name} smiled thinking it worked when there was a lack of remark. {Name} looked up and she was surprised by Law’s kiss. “Wha-?!” she stuttered, Law smiled. “You made it so easy dear.” Law kept his cool but that actually did surprise him when {Name} did something so bold. 

🍄 Law watched her crumble again, “So cute…” He thought to himself. Seeing how proactive she is being in her quest to reverse their roles made him look forward to when she would actually succeed. Well, technically she had. Law just managed to keep his composure better than {Name}, internally he had reacted the same when she flirted with him, or pulled him in close by his belt. “She’s honestly too adorable for her own good.” Law muttered to himself. 

🍄 Plan three. {Name} gave Law a rather perfectly executed, adequately dramatic kabedon. Law mused, “Oh? What’s your plan love?” {Name} kisses him, more than a peck and she deepened the kiss before pulling away. Law swipes his thumb across her lips, as he grabs her chin and lifts it before pressing another sweet kiss against her lips. “A good attempt but not quite enough {Name-ya}” {Name} blushed and buried her face in his chest as Law just held her and chuckled lowly. 

🍄 {Name} ran out of ideas quickly after they all got foiled by Law. She soon got frustrated by her lack of progress, unknowing that everything she did actually worked and in fact she charmed Law so much with how cute her antics were. Law already knew she was not the most apt of flirting, but her sweetness and adorable nature made up for it. Maybe she didn’t seduce him in the way of wiles and wit, but she still managed to charm him. Well, he takes that back after seeing all the stuff she pulled. She was definitely capable of seduction. 

🍄 {Name} hugged Law, no extra embellishment to her action. Aside from a pout as she looked up at Law, “I want a kiss.” She asked, there was no reply. When her eyes curiously peeked up at Law she noticed the faintest blush on his cheeks, “Yes, yes {Name-ya.}” Law agreed and gave her a kiss. She had successfully flustered him. Her face lit up with the victory. Law noticed her smug little expression and had to stop himself from clutching his chest and exclaiming that she is adorable.

[pockeymcmockey]

𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 | 𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

Summary: With [Name] trapped in the Red Keep, Rhaenyra comes to her rescue—or is it the other way around?

Warnings: Major character death, violence, blood, manslaughter, kidnapping? HEAVY angst, marriage, wounded by sword, ooc Aemond? That's it, just a lot of angst.

Author's Note: I have NOT read any of George's books so I have no idea how the story of Fire & Blood ends, so forgive me because I know none of this happens AT ALL in the book. 💀 Also, I have an alternative ending in the making!

𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ𝔙 | 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

What anyone fails to realize is that during war, sacrifices must be made. In this instance, Aemond had sacrificed his woman for revenge against the one boy who ruined him. Now, as she climbs the jagged rocks that led to the entrance of Storm's End, ignoring his attempts at talking it through, he realized that sacrifices cannot be taken lightly—or taken back. The half-sighted princess pulled herself to the top of the cliff, not wasting time to sit upright and brush sand off of her clothes.

Aemond the Kinslayer trailed behind the woman that held his heart as she stomped her boots against the stone road until they came upon Vhagar, nesting in the tall grass. The green goliath recognized the prince, her rider, and the princess whom she almost devoured. The Targaryens of royal descent hopped onto the back of Vhagar, Aemond pulling her reigns and flying them to the Red Keep. As much as the princess wanted to go home to her mother, she knew the death of Lucerys would ruin her.

The kinslaying prince landed his colossal dragon outside of the Dragonpit, climbing off first then offering his hand to his wife-to-be. The woman ignored his act of decency and climbed down on her own, walking passed the one-eyed man into the usurper's home. Guards placed their lances in an 'X' in front of the princess until Aemond turned the corner, then they let her pass. Her expression remained blank throughout this trek, passing by servants, handmaidens, members of the kingsguard and even the Queen herself.

Aemond continued to follow her even up to her own chambers until she slammed the great wooden doors on his face, pushing a lounging sofa in front of it to keep him out. The prince leaned his head against the door and sighed, gripping at the hilt of his dagger before turning sharply and retracing his steps. When Alicent spotted her son returning from the hall that held [Name]'s chambers, she grabbed his forearm, her brow arched and her lips pursed. Aemond stared aloofly at his mother before she pulled him into an unoccupied room.

"Why is she here? Did she come alone? Where's Rhaenyra, did she come too?" Alicent bombarded her son with questions, spitting them out faster than a Targaryen could train a dragon. Aemond hadn't taken his eyes off the room's floor, his mind lost in thought about the last few hours. How is he supposed to tell his mother he lost control of Vhagar and murdered his nephew? She would be disappointed—if not furious—at him and would never let him leave the castle unattended like he was six again.

"Mother," Alicent spoke over her son, asking question after question and ranting with anxiety. "Mother!" The Queen stopped mid-question and stared at her son with eyes like saucers. "Enough. Lucerys is dead, as is his dragon. I lost control of Vhagar and she ate Llanerion. That's why she's here and she-" Aemond paused, caressing the holster for his sword. "She's angry with me. For killing her brother." Alicent nodded, one arm crossed over her chest and a hand covering her mouth as her eyes flicker across the floor. The Queen sighs and takes her son's head in her hands.

"Keep this to yourself, if anyone were to find out you lost control of a dragon then they'd think Targaryens were not meant to have them. And you are." Alicent kissed her son's forehead. "Don't let her leave this place," Alicent referred to the princess. "If Rhaenyra finds out, it will be on her own." The Queen parted with those final words, looking back at her son solemnly before leaving the room. Aemond stood unmoving, staring at the door where his mother formerly stood.

•⚔•

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙...

As the crowned Queen, Rhaenyra, planned their attack for the future, Daemon was pulled aside by a messenger. The man with the news whispered into the Rogue Prince's ear, informing him of Lucerys' death and the missing princess. Daemon waved off the man and let his head fall limply against the stone wall, winding his arm back and fisting the wall with a scream of fury and agony. Daemon did not dislike Lucerys, he was truly like a son to him, but [Name] was his legitimate daughter, his blood. His outburst attracted the attention of those in the other room surrounding the painted table.

Daemon—bloody fist and all—walked around the table that shed a glow of orange, mapping out the realm. He pulled his Queen over to the fireplace and leaned in, his chest still rising vigorously. When Daemon told Rhaenyra the news, she could feel her heart pounding in her own ears, she saw through her eyes with a red lens and she breathed through her nose maddeningly. The Queen turned to the guests at the table, knocking the pieces on the floor with a pained scream. Jacaerys stared at his mother, using his intelligence to decipher what made his mother so angry.

"Mother? Where's Lucerys? What about [Name], where is she? Mother, where's my sister!" Jace slammed his fist against the wooden table, tears threatening to fall as he struggled to keep them in. Rhaenyra ignored her son's outburst and stormed out of the room and outside, where Syrax nested. To see his wife ride on dragon-back with murderous intent would normally make Daemon grin with glee, but his daughter has vanished and he does not know if she's lying around in a corpses body.

The guests ran out of Dragonstone, following their Queen's order to ride on dragon and intrude the barrier of the Red Keep. Rhaenyra was clouded by bloodlust, her mind spinning at a dangerous pace. Her ears clogged with the blaring sound of the wind and the voices in her head saying to burn everything down; to kill them all. Daemon rides beside his Queen, his wife, and the mother of his children, his mind in the same headspace except the madness was slowly slipping out of control.

In the Red Keep, [Name] sat beside her windowsill like the morning of her mother's miscarriage. She's kept herself in her chamber since she was brought back to King's Landing. When the handmaids brought food and water, she ignored them. When the Queen asked for her presence and sent a guard, she ignored them. When Aemond knocked on her door and asked to talk, she ignored him. But when she saw a flock of dragons headed towards King's Landing she didn't ignore it. She pushed the lounger out of the way and ran through the halls, making it to the courtyard before she was grabbed and pulled back.

Ser Criston caged her in his arms with a hand over her mouth and dragged her to the Dragonpit. The Queen awaited her, along with three of her children; Halaena, Aegon, and Aemond. Alicent signaled to Ser Criston to release the princess, whom when was free turned sharply and punched the knight in his nose. She shook her hand, trying to alleviate the pain then turned back to the four that stood in front of her.

"I apologize, Princess, but I must have you stay here. Your presence on the battlefield would only cause more tension between the families, and possibly more bloodshed." Alicent held her by her shoulders, looking at her scarred eye and running a thumb across it. "When this battle has been won, no matter who ends up on top, we will allow you freedom, but until then you must stay hidden. Not as a hostage but as someone who must be protected." Alicent looked to her youngest son and nodded, Aemond placing iron cuffs on his betrothed whom didn't even put up a fight.

Aemond walked his wife-to-be to Balerion's skull and sat her down, allowing her what little rest she could get. The princess leaned against the shrine, her head resting against the pale bricks as she closed her eyes. Aemond paced back and forth in front of her, contemplating if he should say something. Anything to get her to talk to him. The prince ceased his pacing and glided over to the princess in chains. He kneeled before her and grabbed hold of the chain link that bound her wrists.

"Hear me, my dear, for I'm choosing to commit treason for you." Aemond whispered to her, keying the locks on the cuffs. When the heavy metal fell from her wrists, Aemond rubbed his thumbs over them, kissing the reddening skin. "When you leave, don't come back for me. Stay away from King's Landing until your last days. Do not yearn for me." Aemond kissed her lips, softly but sensually, and caressed her cheek before pushing her back toward the door, telling her to run from him, to run to her family.

The princess cried for her lover, their interlocked hands lingering at the fingertips when she pulls away. Tears streaming down her cheeks before she runs to the surface of the Dragonpit and to the castle where her mother awaits her. When the princess arrives, the battle has already begun. A brigade is stood in front of the castle gate to keep anyone without a dragon from escaping or intruding from the outside.

"Rhaenyra! Enough with this- this madness! You're being ridiculous!" Alicent hid behind Ser Criston whom shielded her from Rhaenyra's threatening hands and her husband's murderous stare. "Don't you realize how unreasonable you're being? Aemond meant no harm! It was supposed to be all in good fun! Please, Rhaenyra, call off your dragons!" The Queen Regent, Alicent begged the Queen Rhaenyra, pleading with her.

"You killed my son! You took my daughter and imprisoned her! I should take one of yours, to make it fair." Syrax spread her wings, giving the allusion that they were binded to the back of Rhaenyra. Alicent ordered her guards to protect Aegon, still hiding behind Ser Criston, while trying to negotiate with the Mad Queen. Syrax hobbled closer to Rhaenyra, hovering just above her, waiting for her to to give the order.

"Fair? Was it fair when your son took Aemond's eye and didn't lose one in return? You talk about fairness yet you slither your way out of the consequences!" Alicent fumed. Rhaenyra was about to give the order when her eyes took notice of the blind one staring back at her, fear laced in the woman's expression. Distracted by her daughter's presence, Rhaenyra did not see Aegon unsheathe his sword, charging toward her. Out of instinct and last minute decisions, [Name] ran to her mother, shielding her from the whetted blade pointed at her.

Aemond ran through door and hall to get to the courtyard, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, readying himself to pierce any man in his way. When the one-eyed prince made his entrance, his face fell at the vision of his brother's sword pierced into the back of his lover, whom was gripping at her mother's shoulders trying to keep herself upright. Aemond froze in his stance, his eye of violet narrowing in on the body of his betrothed. Mahogany seeped through the cloth she wore, soaking it from the waist, up.

Aegon the Second dropped his sword to the dust, backing up little by little until Aemond pushed through the bodies that crowded in front of the princess. Rhaenyra dropped to her knees with the body of her child, trembling hands pushing strands of platinum hair from her face. Droplets of tears splattered against her face, looking up to see her mother's sore eyes. The princess smiled weakly at her mother, wrapping both arms around her mother's neck to pull her close, wanting to feel the maternal warmth only Rhaenyra could give her.

"Forgive me, Mother. I should've protected Lucerys, but protecting you was the least I could do..." Her hushed voice whispered to her mother whom held her daughter tightly, lips involuntarily quivering. Daemon watched from the back of Caraxes as his daughter lay, dying, in her mother's arms. His stare blank, but his heart breaking. Resting limply once more, the princess turned to look at Aemond, as did the rest of the company standing in the courtyard. She held her hand out to him, disregarding the sharp glare of swords her mother gave him.

"Aemond, my darling, I want to get married. Right here, right now." Aemond closed his seeing eye, shaking his head and bringing his trembling hands to wrap around her body, stealing her from the arms of Rhaenyra. The one-eyed prince carried her back into the castle to stand before the Iron Throne, calling for a maester to wed them. As the two said their vows, their family spectating behind them, they sealed their marriage with a kiss. It was full of longing, tasting of death and life, a perfect balance.

When the prince pulled away, he expected to see her smiling lips, her eyes open with glee, but instead they were dull. Lifeless. Aemond held her against his chest and carried her once more to the Silent Sisters, asking them to wrap her with golden ribbons, only fit for a woman of her heroics. The Silent Sisters brought out the mummified princess, the Targaryen and Hightower family gathering upon the hill that sat behind King's Landing, looking over the raging sea. Rhaenys, Corlys and their granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena gave their respects, Rhaenys bowing to the only person she truly had faith in.

Alicent and Halaena next, Aegon standing behind them, too ashamed to pay his respects directly but doing so internally. Daemon, Rhaenyra and Jacaerys clustered close, all three placing a hand on the wrappings of their daughter and sister. And lastly, Aemond, who had yet to shed his tears, waiting until he's alone to let his resolve break and his vulnerability to show. The prince did the honors of sending the Targaryen princess to the gods. Uttering "Dracarys" to Vhagar who bellowed sorrowfully before sending her flame to the princess' corpse.

It was during this moment, when the Targaryens and Hightowers were occupied with the ceremony of [Name]'s passing, did she ever feel truly at peace. Her marriage to Aemond still validated by her heart—and his—and how it took her death to finally bring the families together, even if just for a night. Where the Queens really looked at each other, saw each other. Where brothers and sister were truly siblings, where uncles and nephews and nieces got along. Where two families were at the beginning of their reconciliation, their path to becoming one.

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𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑

[a-bio-hero-writer]

Okay here’s an idea, headcanon with Sidorak x female!reader. Where reader is his Queen instead of Roodaka, pre-Web of Shadows mainly.

I had no idea how to start this, but when I finally sat down it went quite smoothly - well… except for the gif but that’s normal. Hope you will enjoy despite the far-too-long of a delay :))

Fairly sure he met the, at the time, crush while trying to get a position at among the Dark Hunters

The said crush must’ve impressed him with a unique fighting style

He might or might not have got distracted during his training leading him to fail faster

But hey, he got to meet the one and only from his dreams, so he wasn’t exactly feeling let down

Simp

His darling wants something? It’s already purchased

“Is there anything that catches your eyes dear?”

“I was thinking about a gem from that material.” 

Cue the love interest pointing at the literal seal in which Teridax is trapped 

“Okay, now how big do you want the gem to be?”

“Big.”

“Alright, that can be arranged.”

Next day the thing is already delivered fully polished to the doorstep

For a person with so much power, he’s pretty much touch-starved 

He definitely enjoys hugs, but at the same time is sorta unwilling to ask for them, because reputation

That is unless he’s desperate

And let’s be fair, that can happen quite often actually

Fights rarely occur, but the horde is twice as careful when they, in fact, do happen

Here’s an actual conversation after the two had a fight, and so he reaches out to Vakama for help

“How do you lose a woman?!”

“You forget to cherish her.”

“Excuse you you little spiriah, you dare say I didn’t cherish her? ME?!”

“Did you?” 

He said it more as a joke but hey, that’s Sidorak we’re considering in this scenario, Vakama should’ve known better

“… Oh no, you’re right, I'm such a horrible person-”

Apologises with gifts but also pours his heart out into poems

A true hopeless romantic

He once legitimately cried after waking up from a dream

“Si, what’s wrong?”

“I had a dream I chose a different woman over you I’m sorry-”

He just loves with his whole heart and he doesn’t want anything to change