#growing up in polygamy

[ashtcnirwin]

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[mellosdrawings]

The N2 Children

Koffi

A spry little girl who has far too much energy.

After a lengthy discussion, the N2 squad agreed to try for a kid. Leona now being the only one who doesn't mind mingling with another partner (polygamy is a staple for royalty in Sunset Savanah), he finds a good lady within the palace (probably a high ranked guard, very independent and energetic) that agrees to bear his child.

Koffi spends most of the time with her fathers but she does regularly hang with her mother too, though she calls her "Auntie" since Vil is her "Mama". Vil and Jamil are very friendly with Koffi's mother and they regularly have meals together.

Between her mother, Jamil, and Leona, Koffi has all the fighting training she needs to protect herself (and her brother).

Jamil is very good at handling Koffi since he has ADHD himself and is always moving (plus he is still used to Kalim’s antics.)

Urcon

A very curious and sweet child.

Vil just came home from a shooting one day with him in tow, and neither Jamil nor Leona questioned it.

Urcon learned cooking from Jamil and can't have enough of it. He also has a very weird obsession with poisons that neither Jamil nor Vil are responsible for, so they both have to regularly warn him against poisons. It doesn't seem to work at all though.

While he isn't one to fight, too busy having fun in nature to bother with annoying people, regularly wrestling with Koffi and Leona has taught him the basics. He is already pretty tall for his age and, as he grows up, the regular training gives him a rather impressive muscle mass.

Urcon gets along VERY WELL with Uncle Rook.

Koffi takes her role as big sister very seriously and regularly tells bullies off from her baby brother. She can be a bit loud and obnoxious about her role, sometimes butting in even when she is not needed.

Those two can become very competitive, to the point their fathers have to bodily separate them before they start throwing hands.

Most of the time though, Urcon is the one to keep Koffi from fighting. He drags her to come check anything he finds interesting, from little animals to his baking. Koffi doesn't always understand Urcon's interests ("Why are you showing me an acorn?") and can lose patience fast, but she does her best to still be supportive.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Entangled. // Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader x Alys Rivers

MDNI ; reader discretion is advised.

Summary: after so much loss, you had been betrothed and later married off to aemond as a means to put an end to the war, he takes you to harrenhal where you meet his mistress, Alys rivers. What can possibly unfold?

WARNINGS: dubcon (I'm not sure but I'm adding it just to be safe), unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, tiddy sucking, m/f/f, cunnilingus, threesome, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, polygamy(?), witch stuff, aemond x alys, alys x reader, aemond x reader, canon typical incest, war, loss, slight angst, slight fluff, contains spoilers for fire and blood, canon divergence, reader doesn't have a description. + not proofread.

A/N: here's a fic as promised before I leave for 2 weeks due to mid terms! hope you all enjoy it! // divider credit: @cafekitsune

WC: 2.8k

The war was devastating to you and your siblings, having lost both luke and jace, you were terrified for your life as well as your younger sibling's.

You watched as your family fell apart, slowly but surely, all of them ended up dying, leaving you and your younger siblings alone and estranged. The moment you heard your stepfather, daemon's, death; you knew that it was over, there was no more winning anymore.

Especially with Aemond surviving the fight.

Loss, Grief, and Sorrow were emotions you became familiar with.

You had to anyway.

Because with war, there would always be the plague of such pessimistic emotions that would follow, with every news it will only grow stronger.

Alas, the greens ended up winning the war.

And Alicent, as a way to make sure none of this repeats again, has quickly betrothed you to her second son, prince regent, Aemond, while your younger brother Aegon III was betrothed to Jaehaera.

It's not as if you and Aemond were on bad terms before the war, it would rather be described as more… tolerable. Aemond didn't hold any feelings towards you, neither negative nor positive.

Is what you had taught.

Until you found out that halfway through your wedding procession that it was Aemond who proposed the idea of marrying you to him, Alicent had only planned for Aegon and Jaehaera's betrothal.

You exchanged your vows half heartedly, and as soon as the wedding had ended, Aemond wasted no time and immediately whisked you away with him to Harrenhal, which he inherited and resides there to rule rather than at the keep.

You had not spoken a word to him ever since the departure. You did not want to.

Harrenhal looked and felt ominous, everything about it screamed danger, whether it was the rumours about the curses that surrounded this place, or just the overall aesthetics and appearance of it, it scared you.

You knew that it was destroyed and basically melted during Aegon's conquest, but it seemed Aemond had tried his very best to rebuild the place, yet the result was more horrific than it was ‘fixed’ you would've preferred if it had been just left untouched.

Aemond, wanting to go all the way with the formalities, he gave you a tour of the castle, before stopping in front of his chamber, a private residence where only he is allowed, “This is our chamber.” He said.

Ah yes, it also belongs to you now, doesn't it? You are his wife after all. You nodded, not wishing to speak to him, the guard opened the door.

As you both entered inside, there was already a woman who seemed to be waiting, as if she knew you both would be coming. “Aemond, you have returned.” She stood up from her seat, putting the book down, addressing him informally.

Not your grace, my prince or any formal title, just Aemond.

You took note of her appearance, hair as dark as the night sky, eyes that resembled emeralds, donning a valyrian steel necklace.

Alys rivers.

Aemond's mistress.

“Alys, I have not permitted you to enter my chambers.” Aemond speaks calmly, not realising the awkward situation that has occured with you in the room. “Oh come on Aemond, do not be so cold, Is she your wife?” She turned the conversation to you and you wished the ground would swallow you whole because of the tension in the air.

“Yes, she is.” Aemond confirms and she hums, “And you must be his mistress.” You speak, breaking the silence you maintained all throughout, acknowledging her presence, catching her by surprise. “Oh? You're know of me?” she asks and you nod, “How can i not? When there's words of your presence infiltrating every corner of the world, after all, Who could the prince have taken as a mistress after his betrothal to Floris broke?” You question, eyebrows raised, you see Aemond visibly tense, likely feeling the tension now.

“What have you heard of me, Princess?” Alys asks, tilting her head to the side, “That you are very beautiful, eyes that shone brightly like the stars amidst the night sky; that is your hair.” You tell her truthfully making her lips break into a smirk, “And what else?” She doesn't break eye contact, it's your turn to smirk now, “That you must wield powers, which you had used to bewitch the prince.” You watch as her smirk turns into a smile, “What exactly are you implying princess?”

“That you are a witch.” You put implication on the word ‘witch’, Aemond coughs awkwardly and her chuckle breaks the silence and you giggle as well, “And what do you think of it?”

Why was she so curious to know of your opinion?

“Mhm, I cannot speak for everyone, but I do not believe it, I can say that for sure.” You tell her your opinion, “And why is that so?” she asks, “Because- it's just my opinion.” you shrug and she smiles.

“Alys, you can leave now.” Aemond interferes, kicking her out and you give her a smile which she returns as she leaves the chambers. “I apologise.” Aemond expresses his apology. You simply ignore him, not wishing to speak to him.

He sighs in annoyance, “For fucks sake why can't you just talk to me? You were speaking a lot to Alys when she was here.” He breaks his formality and that's when you turn to him, “There you are uncle, I was getting bored with the formality you have shown me, pretending as though nothing happened, that your family did not just kill my family.” You say in anger.

“It's over now.” He says and you scoff, “Over?! What do you mean over?! What about the grief that I carry? The loss of my brothers, my mother, my father??! It's destroying me from the inside out!” You shout and Aemond stands still, looking down as if in regret.

“You are not the only one that has experienced grief.” He murmurs and before you can say anything, he lifts his head up and looks at you in the eyes and you immediately stop yourself from speaking.

That's right.

You aren't the only one that has experienced grief, you suddenly remember helaena and jaehaerys. You bite your lip in thought.

“I'm aware that you have experienced more loss than me, more grief than me, some directly caused by me, but that doesn't mean I'm not a victim of it either.” He sighs, “Either way, there is no use of dwelling over the past, we need to put our differences aside and make this work, you saw what happened. War will only make it worse.”

You hated that he was right.

You watch as he comes closer and you don't move away, he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, it feels so comforting, when was the last time you were held like this? You hug him back, burying your face into him, breathing his scent.

“I, I know this will not solve anything that has happened, or bring your brother back to life, but I apologize, I hope we can put our past behind us.” You hear him speak as you zone out in the comfort of his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Ever since then, you and Aemond had grown closer a bit, trying your best to make everything work, he had bedded you during the days that followed, consummating your marriage. But he still laid with Alys.

You did not mind, because though you had gotten closer, you didn't always want to be around him and Alys helped you greatly with that, keeping him away from you.

You were sitting in the library of Harrenhal, reading on the chaise until you heard the door open and watched as Alys entered the room. “Greetings Princess.” She bows slightly and you raise your eyebrow, “You can drop the formalities Alys, you referring to me formally while being informal with my husband will make it seem like I'm that one mean wife who has forced herself between two star crossed lovers.” You close the book you were reading and she chuckles, “As you wish, Y/N.�� she refers to you by your name and you smile. “What is that you require from me?” You ask and she shrugs, “I simply wanted to see you, see how you are doing.” She says and you nod, “Hmm.” you hum.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are delectable?” She suddenly says and you look at her, “I've gotten compliments, yes, but not to that extent.” you tell her honestly and she hums. “Well, you are extremely pretty. Almost makes me want to-” She interrupts herself with a cough and you raise an eyebrow, “Make you want to?” You question, and she looks at you, “Have you for myself.” She says directly to your face, catching you off guard. “Oh?” You smirk, “You wish to steal me from the prince? He might see it as an offence.” you tease and she chuckles, “Maybe.” She smirks and suddenly it feels as if the entire power dynamic has changed. You clear your throat in an attempt to deviate from this conversation and try to start another one.

Encounters like that had become more frequent with Alys, she was being flirty indirectly, she had even done it in front of Aemond to which he didn't bat an eye to.

You had tried your best to remain composed, only to find yourself in a situation you didn't quite expect.

Your legs were held spread open by Alys as she laid behind you, your back against her chest, you could feel the softness of her breasts against your back as she kissed your neck.

You gaze falls on Aemond who was currently undressing, he was taking off his breech which revealed his hard cock, to which he gave a few pumps to ease the tension, “Come on Aemond, don't take way too much time.” Alys coos and Aemond obeys, lining his cock to your cunt, sliding it down your fold, gathering the wetness on his cock and later placing his tip against your entrance.

He then slowly pushes inside, causing you to gasp and grip the sheets below, Alys’ hands travel up to your torso and she grabs your breasts, playing with the nipple as she continues placing kisses on your neck.

Aemond fully sheaths himself inside you, grunting when he feels you clench around him, “Fuck, I love this cunt so much.” He groans before drawing his hips back and pushing forward, thrusting. “I know right? Been wanting to taste it for a while, let me at it when you're done.” Alys replies to him, she turns your face sideways and presses her lips against yours, kissing you.

Aemond's tip prods at the sweet spot located inside of you, causing you let out a loud moan into Alys’ mouth to which she chuckles, one of her hands leave your breasts and go to your cunt, she rubs small circles on your clit, elevating the pleasure you're feeling, and before you know it, your orgasm hits you as you come all over his cock, clenching him, causing him to moan and eventually finish inside you. He pulls out slowly, his cock beginning to soften.

Alys is swift in her movements, moving from behind you to facing you from the front, she pushes you further up the bed before lowering herself down to the level where she is face to face with your cunt, she hums in delight as she watches Aemond's spend ooze out from you.

Her tongue collects some of it before she licks a long stripe up to your clit, before engulfing it completely with her moan, which causes you to throw your head back in place. Your hand flies to her head to grip it, your fingers locked in her tresses. You whimper as she pulls on your clit with her mouth, nibbling it. She travels a little down towards your hole and pushes her tongue inside, fucking you with it, her nose rubbing against your clit.

You watch as as Aemond begins to harden again, he positions himself behind Alys, grabbing her by her hips and lifting her lower body up, You feel Alys moan against your cunt as she feels him enter her, her body rocks back and forth as he thrusts into her, she uses your thighs as a leverage to keep her steady, annoyed by the fact that he's using so much force to the point her face keeps leaving your cunt, her tongue swirls around your clit which causes the band in your stomach to snap, you gasp out her name and she moans into your cunt as she reaches her orgasm, teeth clamping down onto your clit but not too harshly yet enough to cause slight sting. Aemond pulls out before he can finish inside her, finishing on her back.

Why did he not finish inside her?

The thought flies over your head as they swiftly change positions again.

Another round? You're already too overstimulated from the previous pleasure.

Aemond lays down and pulls you on top of him, you lay your hands flat against his chest and balance yourself, he lifts your hips up and lines his cock against your entrance again before sinking you down on it, letting out a groan. “Seven hells, I just can't get used to this cunt no matter how many times I take it.” He grunts, “Sit on my face, Alys.” He looks at her and she smiles, immediately obeying, she faces you and you watch as her cunt hovers right above his mouth before she descends to it, his tongue immediately capturing her sex.

You slowly start moving your hips, causing Aemond to groan against her cunt, one of his hands remains firmly on your hip as the other travels to Alys's thigh, gripping it for leverage.

‘This is what heaven probably feels like’ Aemond thinks.

You bounce up and down his cock, Alys leans towards you to capture your lips into a kiss and you let her, your hands roam all over her body before reaching her breasts, you give a slight squeeze to them, making her breath hitch. She kisses downwards your neck, to your breast before taking your nipple in her mouth.

She suckles on your tit while maintaining eye contact with you, and you can already feel the third orgasm of night beginning to build up. She moans with your breast in her mouth causing pleasant vibrations to shoot up your skin, it seems as if she had reached her peak.

She quickly get off of Aemond's face and he sits up, fully focusing his attention onto you now, pressing a kiss to your lips, you can feel the taste of Alys’ essence on his tongue as he shoves in your mouth, deepening the kiss, he ruts into you at a speedy pace and pulls away from the kiss, to watch your tits bounce up and down as he thrusts upwards.

His mouth descends onto one of them, tongue playing with the bud, flicking it up and down, “I can't wait to see these swell with milk when my seed takes, I bet you'd taste so fucking good.” He growls, biting your nipple making you wince.

And it isn't long before you reach your third orgasm of the night, moaning his name loudly as you finish on his cock, and he once again finishes inside your cunt, filling you up with his seed, painting your walls.

You fall slumped onto his shoulder, exhausted from all the intimate acts you have committed with Aemond and his lover, and practically your lover too now.

He pulls you off him and lays you down next to him gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you watch as Alys lays on your stomach, and she turns to press a kiss to your lower abdomen, right where your womb was located and whispers some words which you couldn't make sense of.

She then climbs up further and lays beside you, hugging you close to her chest and Aemond pulls you both into an embrace.

“She'll soon give birth to children that will look like the three of us.” Alys says to Aemond and he hums, “How?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows and she chuckles, “Maybe that being a witch rumour wasn't false after all.” She says and you gasp, “Though, I never really bewitched the prince, I never had to.” She chuckles and leans over to kiss Aemond before falling back to place.

You thought Alys was just bluffing and joking at that time, until you gave birth to twins months later.

Who ended up having features of all three of you, your son, having one emerald green eye and one purple eye with your hair colour, and your daughter with platinum blonde hair with your eye colour and facial features of alys.

You wondered how she'd done it.

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook/Taehyung

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [teaser]

Humanity is facing serious problems- extinction, to name the worst. Introducing Project: New Generation- where polygamy is strongly encouraged, and relationships are 'matched' by irrefutable data. Though some people prefer it the 'old fashioned way'...

Tags/Warnings: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, no taekook action tho sorry, futuristic AU, romance, angst, smut, fluff, more TBA

Type: Oneshot

Wordcount: not yet set

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It's like you've reached the final finish line with them both. They've finally turned into two people unashamedly being themselves, no longer keeping themselves locked away because of what they've been told is meant to be kept hidden- no. These two are proud, confident, and all the safety and comfort you always longed for.

"Jung-" you start, trying to stay quiet, but Taehyung behind you doesn't seem to think at all about his partner next to you.

"Is sleeping. Like a rock." He chuckles into your neck. "And I doubt he'd get upset being woken up by a sight like this." He just comments, before his hand moves in between your legs under the covers.

"I'm awake, actually.." Jungkook mumbles with his eyes still closed, moving a little to stretch his legs. It's only after a few more breaths that his eyes finally crack open, watching you, before his hand reaches out to brush some hair away from your face. "You're always so slow.." he says, while Taehyung laughs.

"And you always tire her out too much.." he argues teasingly, while his hands still have you entirely under their control.

"Hm, but she likes that, too.." Jungkook chuckles, before he leans in to kiss you, completely shutting off your brain it feels like, as you can't concentrate on anything else than what your body feels anymore.

And maybe that's what you always wanted in the end.

Love, so much of it that there's no space for anything else in your head. Who cares if humanity faces extinction? At least in this moment, none of you do.

You should feel bad about this. Bad about 'wasting' Taehyung's 97% rating on the fertility scale. Bad about not 'making use' of Jungkook's healthy genes. Bad about contributing nothing to the Project, and basically working in favor of humanity's downfall- you should feel terrible knowing that all three of you will most likely just throw your best years of life out the window in favor of love-

But you can't bring yourself to care.

One day, the project will realize that the system is fundamentally flawed. That it's being exploited by people like you, who just want to exist, and not have to worry about anything. But right now, they've got other problems to face.

You know for a fact that the world will collapse way sooner than you three will grow old together-

So why not make the best of it while you still can?

[sailor-aviator]

Two Birds Masterlist

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Series Warnings: Violence (Guns, Fists, Knives, etc.), Alcohol, Some dubious consent (reader is into it, but is coaxed into things), Sharing, Polygamy, Polyamory, Drugs, Threats (against others and at times the reader), Criminal Activity, Kidnapping, Torture, Murder, Cursing, Smut, Dom/Sub vibes, Fluff, Angst, Drama. Chapters will have their own individual warnings.

Just to be safe, though: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! Seriously, there will be some VERY dark themes in this fic. You have been warned.

All posts related to this story will be tagged with "TB" and "Two Birds".

Meet our heroine!

*Denotes smut!

Masterlist

Series;

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Coming Soon...

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Kingpin by @bobgasm

[n30nwrites]

Rewind (Bridgerton)

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma, Penelope Featherington x Colin Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Kate Sharma x Reader, Penelope Featherington x Reader, Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Soulmate AU, Polygamy, Reader is autistic

Warnings; Mentions of homophobia? Mentions of absent parents, Christianity but the Reader doesn't believe in God, Talks of Unwanted touching, Talks about canonical child death and sickness

This is just a small excerpt because no one else will fulfill what I need because I am very much in love with the people surrounding Bridgerton. IDK if I'll continue it.

You weren't the eldest son, nor were you the youngest. A Classic middle child, having your older brothers torture you and your younger ones followed in their footsteps soon enough. But all of your siblings wanted one thing.

Your parent's attention.

Your father, The King George, was a mad men, at least he was considered one. Your mother was too busy ruling England and keeping everything picture perfect to really care about you guys.

Well you didn't really count yourself as one of your siblings.

Simply because you weren't meant to be here.

When you were first taken to this universe, you had been a babe, just freshly born. It was strange, to have full consciousness when being a young'en. The minute you could, you were walking and talking, far earlier than any other babe, but you had too.

By the time you were five, you had been considered a spectacle. The prodigal son, they claimed. You had your wits, you were respectable, truly the perfect gentleman.

You played your cards right, up until you couldn't.

Growing older meant more siblings, and you took care of them the best you could. But you hated these new rules. You couldn't be alone with a woman who wasn't a relative, your brothers were rude and loved it, and your sisters were innocent. Naive really, which you felt was a strange thing. To know about Sex but they couldn't. You tried to teach your sisters as well, education was the future.

But it was all useless.

Eventually you became a recluse. You stuck to yourself, in your room with instruments. Your English guitar, harp-lute, piano, and even the improper ones like a violin, cello and flute. You had to make the best of a situation, and that was what you did.

Even well into your adulthood, your brothers were still your biggest bullies. They thought you were a prude for never having Sex, which frankly if women couldn't without being criticized and shamed, then you shouldn't either. They said you were secretly a woman, or queer.

Well you could attest you weren't a woman, and well you kind of were queer. Bisexual, but they wouldn't know that word.

But you were brought into this universe for some odd reason. You weren't sure why, you didn't really get into Bridgerton like everyone else. Not that you were different from others, you just couldn't commit to watching a tv series, but you had seen the edits.

It just made no sense for you to be the one. It wasn't until the marks appeared that you understood.

Soulmates. That was a new adaption. Apparently they were rare, rare enough that out of all your siblings, you were the only one to have one. Your mother said it was a gift from God, though you thank she only said that because the bishop was there when you got them.

Them as in multiple, that put the bishop out of his head. He said it was blasphemous, you were too entranced with them to care. A matching soulmark would tie you to these people. 5 people.

That was a lot of people to keep happy. Especially when this century wasn't very happy with queer couples and polyamory. After that, your mother had insisted you hide them, and you weren't willing to risk a Romanov situation because people were too religious.

Your mother didn't like that you weren't religious, but she didn't bring it up again after one intense arguement that caused you to leave for a few weeks.

But you agreed with her, you wouldn't tell others. You were here to find a way out, you already had some ideas, one being a specific spot in the woods where you found something from the future.

A portable Radio/Cassette player. Wasn't that far in the future where you were, but it would work. You had headphones with it, and you finally felt some sort of sanity. Music in this era wasn't nearly as relaxing as yours was.

Keeping to yourself was easy after that. Every servant was ordered to knock on your door loudly by you, and to stop any sibling that would come your way just in case they caught you. Your servants were almost your friends, you knew they were reqired to be there, to be kind to you, but it was the closest you had to an actual relationship.

You stayed away from your mother on days like this. She's irritated, you don't know why, you don't care to ask. Your siblings are stomping around the palace but you don't move from your room, you instead walk around your room, shirtless, listening to your music. Your favorite servant, Zelena, is behind you, just watching you. She's always been touchy with you, your hair, your chest, you assumed it was just the way she communicated. And while you were uncomfortable with it, your mother had told you that you couldn't afford to be rude to people.

Zelena stayed next to you while you played the English Guitar. You knew enough about it in your old life, having made adjustments to the strings to be able to play older songs. The ones you could remember (Which you wrote down because eventually, you wouldn't.)

You ignore the knock at the door, simply nodding your head to Helena, who opens the door gently.

A gentleman is at the door, he's staring at you the minute he walks in. Like he's almost amazed at you, you didn't understand.

You never did.

He seems to look at you yet avoids eye contact. You set the instrument down to the side, gently. "Can I help you sir?"

He says your name, and you nod your head. "Can we be alone?" He asks. Your mother said it was improper to be with women alone, not men. So you nod your head and your maids walk out of the room. You figured this man was a duke or something, he had to be important considering he was in the castle. Perhaps a suitor for one of your sisters.

"My name is Benedict Bridgerton."

"Bridgerton? I've heard stories about your family before from my mother. She enjoys the drama that surrounds your family." You tell him, "Last I heard the Viscount found a wife."

"My brother, Anthony." He confirms.

"What brings you to my room?" You question. "Surely it's not to tell me about your family?"

"I just had to meet you."

"You really didn't." You frown slightly, to be fair, you knew a bit about Benedict. You weren't the biggest fan of his story, kidnapping a bride from her wedding day and tying her to a pole. It was strange, but you couldn't change the writers opinion. At least you think that was his story, TikTok could only tell you so much and it's not like you read the books.

You could only hope that it was different in the tv series, considering that's where you were right now. The actor himself you knew very little about as well, but you didn't really care for actors. You stood from the couch in your room, "Why is the artist here?"

"You know of my work?"

"I know a lot of things Sir." You take a few steps away from the couch. "Can you get to the point?"

He seems unsure now, fiddling with his fingers. "You're my soulmate" He tells you, and you look down at one of your marks.

"Which mark are you?" You question, and he looks hopeful. He pulls up his sleeve, the little feather on your wrist, in matching spots. You looked at your own and slightly traced it.

"Benedict!" The voice is angry and your door opens. You glare at the person who opened it. He didn't knock. It's Anthoyn Bridgerton, looking angry. "Benedict what are-"

"Next time Viscount I would ask that you knock instead of rudely interrupting." You cut him off, glaring at him. He seems to have brought a group of people behind him. Benedict stands up and walks right next to you. You put your hands behind your back, picking at your wrist. "It seems you've brought company." You tell Benedict.

"I was about to explain." He tells you, but you look at Anthony, more specifically behind him. You can see your mother through the crowd.

"If we must speak, we will not do it in my room." You grab Benedict's wrist, still refusing skin-to-skin, and pull him with you. Your glare causes the eldest Bridgerton to move to the side, he walks next to his wife.

Outside your room is a lot of people, it's almost overwhelming. There's the Featheringtons, really you only recognized Penelope but you knew by the yellow dress that they had to be her relatives. You could guess they were her sisters and the eldest-looking was her mother. You then saw your own mother, with what seemed like all of your siblings behind her. You rolled your eyes, your eldest brother seemed to glare at you. He hated you though, and you didn't particulary care. You just hated the drama that came with them. Then the Bridgertons. All of them, it seems. The eldest Bridgerton son is there with his wife, Kate. As is their mother, then Benedict who was next to you, Colin who seemed to glance between you and Penelope, Daphne with her husband, Simon. Eloise, Francesca (you truly hoped she got a better story in this show than the books), Gregory and Hyacinth.

"Brimsley, a pleasure to see you again." You avoid everyone to speak to your mother's right-hand man.

"Perhaps if you came out of your room more sir."

"Ah but if I did I might just die." You smile slightly, "Especially if I see William's face." Your brother takes a step towards you but quickly faltors at your mother's expression. "What have I done to warrant a family meeting without me."

"Being born really." George remarked and you smiled at him, cruelly.

"Brother you make me wish I wasn't and that instead I was with Charlotte, Amelia, Alfred and Octavius." What you said was cruel. Amelia died of tuberculosis, Alfred and Octavius died of smallpox, and the young Princess Charlotte who you weren't really sure how you died, you were barely there during the funeral. George (The fourth?) seemed to quiet down, looking sad. You were being rude, you didn't care. They back you into a corner and you attack, like always. "Edward! If you want to strike me you might as well try, but we both know you lack in that department, and many others."

"Quiet." Your mother tells you, and you wish you could care but you didn't. "This doesn't pertain you." She says your name gently, as if convincing you to calm down.

"Obviously it does if it has my soulmate running towards me." You jest towards Benedict. "What? Now that my attraction to men is out we must kill them all? It's not like it's been a secret."

"It is not godly." One of your brothers say.

"God is not Godly." You dennounce him, "You follow a book that has been rewritten multiple times, through many different languages. I do not believe in your God, you know that."

"Hush." Your mother calls your name and you just stare at her. "This was for the better of the Kingdom."

"Why does the Kingdom matter more than I?" You question, "Frankly, none of this does. But why are the Bridgertons and the Featherington's here?"

"You know who we are?" One of the other Featherington sisters say, she seems hot, considering the red to her face.

"I know of Penelope." You looked to her and nodded. "Who wouldn't? She's absolutely beautiful." You notice the looks that you recieve after you say your words. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just think its best-"

"She wants to discourage us from going after you." Benedict says as he grabs your wrist causing you to look at him.

"Us?"

[darkside-writing]

Madara replacing his infertile wife:

WARNINGS: 18+ Only, infidelity, breeding, misogyny, pregnancy mention, Cucking, Mean husband!Madara, Polygamy, Unnamed Wife, Reader is referred to as the “Bride”.

This brings me back to the concept of Konoha’s Breeding Program. Madara would most likely be stuck in a loveless arranged marriage for the sake of Clan alliance and be stuck with an incompetent wife, whose sole duty was to provide him male heirs. However he would soon find that she is useless and unable to accept his cum to get pregnant. It enrages the Uchiha because he has expectations from his clan to create an heir, soon calling to question his authority and manhood for having an unpregnant wife. The Uchiha suspects she was threw away by her former clan because of her disgraceful infertility, being unable to marry her off to anyone. He takes out his frustrations on his wife without holding back, her life is a living hell. Madara sees this as a sign of deceit and an insult to his manhood. She tries to fulfill her wifely duties by cooking, cleaning, and even offering her body for his pleasure only. However, Madara is too disgusted to even get his cock hard around her because of her infertility. He soon searches for a second wife to bring into their home. He needs a young, fruitful woman to take as his new wife and provide him with strong Uchiha children. The Uchiha does not even tell his first wife of his plans, she is of no importance to him. His first wife will be brandished as nothing more than livestock, her marking would be placed somewhere visible for the common eye to observe. Everyone in Konoha will see this useless woman as a mere object. She is only Madara Uchiha’s wife by legal name, but he will find another woman who will be the first and only in his heart who will fulfill all his desires.

It is likely Madara would find a beautiful, bountiful woman he has admired for awhile. Regardless if she is a Senju or not from a strong clan, he must have this woman and impregnate her immediately. The Uchiha elders grant Madara’s wish to take a second wife, they are also enraged over the botched marriage their clan was given. They were promised many sons and they will have them one way or another. To convince the woman’s family for marriage does not take long. Not many can deny the advances of a strong man like Madara Uchiha, known across the Land of Fire for his merciless battle prowess. The woman will be swiftly taken from her home and injected into his life. She is now his favorite wife and breeding hole. The Uchiha man does not care if his First Wife is greatly insecure over this new addition to their household. He tells her that his Bride will become head of the household when he is not around. She must obey his Bride’s every demand. The poor First Wife quickly becomes a slave to her own marriage. She is forced to watch as Madara happily fucks his new Bride in their shared bed. He has no qualms letting his First Wife know that this new Bride’s pussy feels better than hers. He is vocal about how much he is filling up the new woman with fertile sperm–guaranteed to plant a seed to grow into a strong Uchiha son.

Madara is a cruel husband. After long sessions of fucking his new Bride, he will call onto his First Wife and demand she clean them up. He smirks while watching the way tears brim his First Wife’s lashes, as her hands delicately swipe away her husbands precious cum with a rag from the Bride’s swollen pussy. If he is feeling particularly crude, he may even demand she clean with her tongue. Something about making his useless First Wife eat out his Bride makes his cock stir, ready for another round of ruthless breeding. Madara cannot get enough of wetting his cock with his Bride’s fertile pussy. She was a tight virgin when they married, now he has molded her into the perfect cock-hungry slut that constantly begs for sex. The couple does not bother hiding their sexual encounters. Often times the First Wife watches as Madara rails and completely fucks the brains out of his Bride. Her moans carry around the entire estate and Madara’s groans are music to her ears, she has never even heard a sound from him when they consummated their marriage. The final nail in the coffin would be when Madara has his Bride ride his cock in the middle of the night as his First Wife sleeps, however they all know she is awake and knows what is happening. It is laughable how the First Wife accepts her new life.

The Bride, while reluctant at first, feels a peculiar bubble of joy over having power to run her own household. She may not be cruel to the First Wife, but she isn’t afraid to flaunt her favoritism around the home. She doesn’t clean up the cum running down her legs after a quick fuck with Madara, allowing it to show freely to the First Wife as she cooks dinner. The Bride will even offer to have the First Wife join them in bed, but merely only as a joke. Knowing fully well Madara cannot keep an erection around the woman. After Madara arrives each day, his first objective is to check in on his Bride and give her a healthy load of cum. They are trying for a baby again. She is bound to be pregnant already but the man just can’t get enough of her pussy. After a quick fuck he will demand his First Wife to serve them dinner. Of course, she is not allowed to join them at the dinner table, her spot taken by the new beauitful, radiant Bride.

The Uchiha Clan is elated to finally have a woman to bring pride to their honorable clan. They disregard the First Wife and completely ignore her as Madara’s wife, the Bride is the true beauty of the clan. When she is heavily pregnant, they absolutely flock to her side and spoil the Bride. She is given extravagant kimonos to accommodate her ever growing belly and fed only the best food. Madara is beaming with pride over his Bride. She will birth him as many sons as he needs to carry on his superior Uchiha genes.

[nateezfics]

29+50+146+san seonghwa if possible><

29 — “wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”

50 — “how about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”

146 — “you’d sound so good begging for it.”

smut/nsfw; threesome; anal/double penetration; hint of polygamy; daddy kink (slight); mdni

“oh, look how cute you are!” seonghwa kissed your temple.

“so adorable!” san chimed in, pressing a kiss into the inside of your thigh.

you huffed. you wiggled, but you were kept in place by seonghwa’s arms. you felt small under their attention, and felt so helpless in this position. seonghwa shushed you, cooing into your ear and holding you tighter against his chest.

“it’s okay, sweetie,” seonghwa assured you gently. “now, tell us what you want.”

when you only whimpered, san chuckled. his face was near exactly where you wanted him; it was so obvious what you wanted, but of course they had to play around with you first. “come on, be a big girl and use your words. how can we give our precious girl what she wants if she doesn’t tell us?”

even with all their gentle pushes, you were only able to offer small moans and whimpers of their names. “i want you,” you managed to let out, referring to both of the men at once.

one of seonghwa’s hands kneaded your breast, eliciting a moan from you. he watched your legs fall apart even wider from over your shoulder. him and san shared a look. “oh, that won’t do,” he said. “how about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”

“come on, sweetie. beg for it, beg for us.” san’s hands gripped your thighs. you whimpered.

“wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?” seonghwa’s voice was now much lower. he was growing impatient; you knew san probably was, too.

san smirked. “you’d sound so good begging for it.”

you sighed. “please, i just want my daddies to make me feel good, and make me cum. i wanna be your little toy; please, please, please!”

both men groaned and the sound made arousal pool between your thighs. “that’s more like it,” san praised. “but sweetie, be more specific. how do you want your daddies to make you cum, hm?”

you bucked your hips upward, causing san’s eyes to glance over your glistening sex. “i want your cock,” you breathed, clarifying further, “i want both of your cocks.”

“both? what a greedy little girl you are. so cute.” seonghwa kissed your temple again before urging you to sit up. “now, go sit on san’s cock for me.”

san reclined himself back onto the bed just as you climbed over him. “come here to me,” san invited sweetly, hands raising to your hips to help balance you as you straddled him. “sit on my cock, sweetie. just like seonghwa said.” he cursed when you finally sank onto his cock, your pussy taking him with ease with how wet you were. you moaned, hips stilling to savor the fullness of him.

behind you, seonghwa prepared some lube. he prepped your puckered hole well, and you hissed at the coolness of the sticky liquid. he pushed himself in slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. he groaned as your tight little hole took him inch by inch until he was sheathed all the way. “fuck, sweetie. so damn tight for me.”

your mouth hung open in a silent moan as you took the both of them. they both moved in sync, fucking both of your holes with reckless abandon. choruses of praise came from the both of them as they fucked you. you never failed to take them so good, so well. you really were their little toy, and just as seonghwa said, you were a greedy little girl.

when you said “san seonghwa if possible” i didn’t know if you meant san or seonghwa, or san and seonghwa….i went with the latter. hope you don’t mind :)) and god, i never write anal stuff. forgive me if that part wasn’t too good…i don’t have much practice writing that ahshhs

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓤𝓼

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐇𝐢𝐢! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴘᴏʟʏ! ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ʀᴏɴᴀʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: polygamy, pregnancy, motherhood, this time instead of Ronal being pregnant is the reader, mentions of war.

Author’s note: Since I didn’t get much detail on this, I had a little hard time but I managed to came up with something, sorry that its short, I hope you like it :)

It’s always been the three of you, since the day you were all children. It was always Tonowari, Ronal and Y/n together. You were all always spotted together by the whole village. Whether it was training, on the water with your ilus, you were always together.

As you grew older, the subject of mates came up, specially for Tonowari due to being the chief’s son and successor, he needed to choose a mate. It should be an easy task but he was conflicted, he could not choose between you and Ronal, the two of you had always been a part of him, without one of you, he would feel like he was missing a piece of himself.

Then when it came time to announce who his mate or mates were, Tonowari had choose both you and Ronal, this was new to the clan, normally a one mate was chosen and that mate will forever be their mate even after death. Everyone was caught off guard but no one questioned his decision on having two mates. Thought only one can be the Tsahìk, you thought that Ronal should be the one for that role since you were already a warrior. It was settled Tonowari is the  Olo'eyktan, Ronal is the Tsahìk and you the warrior.

The years passed, you had began to receive your tattoos just like your two mates, your face was almost covered like the both but what mainly took most of your body covered body, due to tasks only a warrior is able to perform. 

Ronal was the one to conceive children, when she was pregnant with her first child, you were the one to tattoo her stomach, this tattoo was a symbol of beauty, when the child is born the first thing that they’ll see is their mother who was the beautiful creature who kept them growing in their stomach. You had to admit, Ronal always looked beautiful but when it came to children, she looked even more beautiful.

During her pregnancies, she was stubborn, when you had requested her to rest, she refused and continued her tasks as the  Tsahìk and healer that she was. Tonowari thought the same thing, that Ronal should rest, but of course he never tried to get her to rest. She made it clear to the both of you that she is not fragile as she seems, she is also a fierce warrior, pregnant or not she will join a battle if needed.

You saw both Tsireya and Ao’nung as your children, they were the most amazing kids anyone could ask for. Sometimes they’d ask you for help of any kind, when Ao’nung would get into trouble, he’d try and get you to convinced them to not have him grounded. 

This time, it was you who was pregnant, you had never saw yourself being pregnant before, but it was a very nice feeling, knowing you had a life growing inside of you. This child was yours, Tonowari and Ronal’s. Your mates and children were happy that you’re with child. You also got a tattoo on your stomach just like Ronal when she was with child all those years ago. It was painful but worth it knowing that your child will have a mother.

Then a family of forest na’vi came to seek refuge, Tonowari was already their as you and Ronal made your way over to see them. Your husband was about allow them to stay until Ronal began seeing their differences, how thin their arms and tails were. How two of them weren’t real na’vi and had demon blood, you understood but they just wanted to be safe from the dangers. Ronal was about to protest some more but then she looked at Tonowari then at you, you all had a silent conversation, finally agreeing. 

You and Tsireya showed them the village as well as help them with their stuff to be taken in a marui that was unattended. Once they arrived at their new home, you saw how the older woman didn’t seem happy like her mate was that they were able to stay. “We’ll let  you settle in” you said Tsireya followed you.

Once you returned to the Marui you saw your mates having a conversation involving the Sullys, sitting on the floor of the marui. “What if they bring their war here? We’re at risk Tonowari” Ronal said as Tonowari spoke “we already accepted them, we can’t tell them to leave now.” You walked over to Ronal and sat next to her “Ronal, at least give them the chance, they will learn to be like us” You said making your mate turn to you with a look of worry.

“It’s just that, I don’t want for our people to be caught up in a war that doesn’t involve them” She said looking down at your growing belly and placed your hand on it, feeling the growing infant. “I know, that’s what we all want, I’m sure that they won’t allow their war to be here.” You said as Tonowari then got closer next to you both. 

Ronal sighed and leaned her head down to your shoulder, allowing you to stroke her hair and kissing the side of her head. You all stayed like that for a bit, just holding one another in each others arms, as close as possible.

That night you after dinner you went to sleep. You in the middle being squeezed between both Tonowari and Ronal.  You all felt like teens when it came to this, since it was like a ritual that you all would perform when you all would sneak out to hang out at the beach. If anything were to happen, you were all willing to fight for your people, your children and for each other. 

[dullgecko]

(Just read your comment and thank you so much I’m so glad your enjoying my headcanons, also I would turn anonymous off but part of me just likes being known as the anon that signs their comments xx)

To go with your goblins having their tails touched being considered a flirty/ intimate thing or just something close family and friends do;

During that bit you wrote about riz being perched on Fabian when they’re being welcomed by a hoard of goblins and growling at anyone that comes too close, what if Fabian without really thinking about it starts playing with rizs tail (the same way someone might play with a hoodie string, ya know kinda just gently twirling and flicking it around).

Riz does know that tail touching is considered an intimate thing but thinks that since Fabian is a close friend and part of his hoard the other goblins won’t have a problem with it.

Which they don’t, the only thing is the way Fabian is touching his tail is basically the goblin equivalent to hardcore flirting. Combine this with the fact that riz is currently sitting on Fabian, his reaction to the other teen goblins flirting, his lack of reaction to Fabian’s ‘flirting’ and the entire hoard is now convinced Fabian and riz are definitely going out.

Also it’s great to think about riz being really hot by goblin standards, cause imagine your just some teen goblin and one random day a group of elders bring in this group of tall men and a random smoke show goblin you’ve never met before with exotic clothes and accent.

So of course every single teen (and some that aren’t, polygamy a thing) shoot their shot, some more aggressively than others, only to get completely rejected and later find out that oh he’s definitely dating the half elf.

Also I know you wrote about everyone having a hard time eating Goblin food, but I’m thinking since gorgug is a half orc who canonically ate raw meat as a baby he’d be fine and actually enjoy eating goblin food.

Plus since he’s so big he definitely put a lot of it away, that is to say imagine a bunch of tiny goblin grandmas being delighted by gorgug, fussing over him, continuously offering to have him try various dishes and talking about how a growing boy needs food etc. xx

(Yaaaay xx hi! hi xx!)

All of his friends will mess around with the tail tuft if they get the opportunity, which they do because he often wraps his tail around their wrists or arms to stabilize himself while perching. He doesnt even think about it when Fabian starts fiddling with it, just readjusting his position slightly and dropping his head onto the other boys hair with a huff.

They werent exactly all hanging out in private, Gorgug can barely fit through the doors of the sleeping areas let alone fit in the interior rooms (goblins like their dwellings a lot more claustrophobic than gnomes so the half-orc has no chance), so the whole party had just been hanging out in a common-area plaza inside the cave where they'd set up their camping gear.

Riz DOES however notice the sideways glances, and body language shift of a couple of the younger goblins. Ears flicking up into a curious and alert position before settling back to a more confused cant. Clearly they just comprehended SOMETHING, but he hadn't been listening all that closely to what they were talking about.

Riz wasnt all that interested anyway, since it was probably more of what he was getting bothered by while not perched on Fabians shoulder (at least three of the female teens had asked if he wanted to go back to their living quarters, and when he turned them down one of the males had fully groped him and made a lewd comment about joining him instead). He was starting to prefer the total LACK of flirting he got in Elmville at this point.

It was more fun watching a group of elderly goblins rushing backwards and forwards with various food-stuffs to Gorgug, who was very happily sorting through what they were handing him and eating most of it. Apparently they had made a bit of a game of working out what the huge, sweet, green lad (Riz was belatedly realizing that oh yeah, Gorgug WOULD be considered kindof hot by goblin standards) would and would not eat and the answer was 'almost everything as long as its not too old, but definintly not any mushrooms or berries'. Which was smart on Gorgugs part, because while he could digest the meats they were handing him Riz clocked at least four things in the 'not eat' pile that were definitly a little bit toxic to half-orcs.

At least one of the nonnas had broken off from the feeding group to come over and ask if Gorgug was single, because he was such a sweet and tall lad and her granddaughteer Skeklen was looking for a mate but definitely didnt want children so it would be a good match. Riz had thought for a moment, ears flicking as he did so, before shaking his head at her question. "No, i think he's spoken for? And before you ask i'm not sure if he's open to polyamory either."

Fabian had paused in his fiddling with Riz's tail when she came over, but since he couldnt understand anything had gone back to working the tangles out of the hair in the tuft quickly enough. Jumping a little when the elderly goblin gave him a fond pat on the knee before toddling off.

"Oh well, that's a shame. Make sure you tell your lovely elf lad here he's doing a good job of taking care of you, but if he wants the others to back off he's going to have to make a bigger show of it. I know they can be a sort of delicate folk but he needs to be more outwardly forward." She laughed, wandering back to the group of other elders to amuse herself watching Gorgug taste another goblin dish.

Riz was just very confused by that little comment, plopping his head back down as he yanked his tail out of Fabians hand. The tail-thrashing recommencing as he rotated the mystery in his mind. What the hell could she mean by 'more forward'?

[misguidedasgardian]

Desire & Duty (4)

4. Repercussions

MASTERLIST

Summary: You go back to King’s Landing to face the repercussions of your unsanctioned marriage

Pairings: Aemond x Targaryen!reader x Helaena

Warnings: Medieval ASOIF Customs, canon incest, cursing, polyamorous, incestous polygamy, Aemond is obsessed with his girls on girl love 😂,  mentions of war and death, SMUT, Ffm, threesome, this people are HORNY

Wordcount: 2,7 k 

Notes: This is a short story, no more than ten chapters, so we are going to pick up the pace! a little bit…

You realized this was your favorite position rather quickly. 

You moaned when you snapped your hips, feeling the head of Aemond’s cock rub against that special spot he himself had found inside of you. But your moan was drowned by Helaena’s needy mouth who kissed your lips hungrily.

She also moaned in your mouth right back at you, as she was seated on Aemond’s face who was, apparently, devouring her with a need as big as yours, who were riding him roughly. 

It’s been ten days and you believed you were as wise in the love making world as a woman of the skin trade. You three never left your chambers, barely a couple of times, once a day, but you were always in each other's company.

Not that you were complaining. 

He cummed inside you, again.

Were you with child already? Aemond certainly never lost a chance to cum inside of you, planting his seed in your womb

You were so excited about it.

But as Aemond left you and Helaena to hold each other, he went to prepare for your trip back to the capital.

You and Helaena shared the same fear of what was waiting for you when you returned to the capital, but for now you were going to enjoy the last hours you three had alone.

With Helaena it all started innocently enough, you started hanging around in her chambers, seeking her calming figure, her sweet company, she then searched for yours, until one day… It was a cold night and it had grown late so you didn’t want to make the walk to your own chambers, and Helaena was in a bad place after Aegon seeked her bed with the intention of siring more children, so you stayed the night to comfort her.

And it became your habit, to share your nights, only cuddling, keeping her close, holding her and she holding you back. your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

One thing led to another

One special night she looked into your eyes and kissed you gently, her sweet, soft lips touching yours barely so, it felt so good, only with a feather-like touch you melted in her arms, begging her for more.

The rest is history.

She taught you everything she wanted to be done to her, for you to be soft, kind, gentle, loving, careful, you learned the softest of touches, the sweetest of caresses 

Aemond found you cuddling in the bed

“It is all ready and set for our departure”, he said softly, “we shall go in an hour or so, our dragons are fed and ready”

The servants had brought you food to break your fast later in the day, and you were famished, you needed to eat something before your journey

You raised from the bed and helped Helaena do the same, and after you three, together, broke your fast near noon.

You ate quietly, but Helaena had a hopeful smile on her lips

“Can’t wait to see the children”, she explained, “they love you both so much, they are going to be delighted to have a new father and a new mommy”, your chest got warmth with love, you only had devotion and love for those children

“Can’t wait”, you said softly, and Aemond smiled, pleased

“And I bet they will love to have more siblings to play with”, he teased and you smiled, drinking wine diluted with honey

“I bet they would”, Helaena said softly, looking at you

It looked like it all depended on you…

The sight of Dragonstone from the air was breathtaking, still you felt a bit of mixed feeling when you saw it grow smaller by the distance. You had been so happy there with your spouses, and you also knew it was a big chance everything was going to change once you went back to King’s Landing…

Aemond breathed heavily behind you, he insisted he wanted you to ride with him, he placed his strong arms around you as he grabbed the reins to the mighty Vhagar, but one of his hands landed in your lower belly

“Can’t wait for you to grow with my child”, he whispered sweetly in your ear, and you giggled as the warm breath tickled the back of your neck.

You were weirdly excited too, to have his child

“Mee too”, you whispered, he could still hear you, as he held you tighter against him. Kissing the top of your head.

You felt so loved in his arms, so protected, like no harm could come to you.

You shimmied more between his arms, until your back was completely taped to his chest, and he hummed approvingly, the journey that way was more fun and comfortable to everyone involved. 

You saw Helaena from afar, flying in the back of her dragon, and she looked back at you and smiled.

Everything was going to be alright, you had your siblings, your sister-wife, and your husband-brother, what could anything do to you?

You also got the feeling that Aemond knew more than he let on, that he had everything sorted out, you didn’t know how or why…

But you liked that prospect, especially for the possible backlash you were going to face with those people in court that were more… conservatives

Before your fears could sharpen into more particular dark thoughts, Vhagar was descending over the Dragonpit, your dragon followed after Dreamfyre 

Soon you stepped foot on the sands of the Dragonmount, and a huge comitive was already expecting you.

“King Aemond Targaryen and his Queens”, presented one of the King’s guards  

You guessed it was out of the bag now.

A huge carriage, the royal carriage was expecting you, Aemond helped you both inside and then jumped in right behind you

“Is this what you meant when you said you had it all sorted out?”, you asked, and he only nodded with a sly smile

“You are both my Queens, are you not?”, he asked, amused 

He had certainly taken care of things, as a huge group of people were ready to receive you as you passed the gates of the Red Keep. They were all there to receive you, and they applauded and cheered once the White cloak announced Aemond and you both as his Queens.

Everybody knew

They bowed as you approached them and passed by them, as Aemond chose the entrance to the castle to be the one trough the Throne Room

The entire hall was decorated exquisitely, and you and Helaena looked all over with wonder, eyes wide open, and as you approached the Throne, you soon knew what was about to happen…

There it stood three King’s guards, each of them had a crown in their hands.

It was a Coronation

Aemond had set it up

He grabbed the first one, the crown of the conqueror, and he placed it over his own head, he then turned to his right, and took another crown from another white cloak’s hands.

It was a beautiful Valyrian steel crown, with rubies, like the one of the conqueror, but it was thinner, more than a crown it was like a band.

“With this crown, made of the Valyrian steel sword of Dark Sister, I, Aemond Targaryen, King of the seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm, I proclaim you, Queen Helaena Targaryen, first of her name”, he said and placed the crown on top of Helaena, who fall into place, as Aemond climbed only one step to be above you, Helaena bowed her head as Aemond placed the crown around her head. Everyone in court applauded, he then took the other crown, a twin of the second one, and you took Helaena’s place pretty quickly

“With this crown, I, Aemond targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men, I proclaim you, my sister wife, Queen of the seven Kingdoms”, you looked directly at him, and he smiled down at you as he placed the crown in your head.

It felt heavy, but a good heavy

It was beautiful, similar to the one of Helaena, but a different design, more to your liking, Aemond knew you, he probably had it made himself.

“I present to you, the Queens of the Seven Kingdoms”, he said aloud, and they all clapped and cheered

It happened so fast, so quickly, so unceremoniously 

But you guessed it was for the best 

“Let's greet our people”, Aemond whispered to only you two, and he took yours and Helaena’s hands on his.

You walked until you reached the third story balcony, from which you could see the streets of King’s Landing, and were it was common for the sovereign to appear to greet his people

You were not blind, nor an idiot, it was a risky move, what you had done, to marry not only your brother but your sister too, the people might riot, they might call you names and rebel against you. It was possible, it was more likely.

Nothing prepared you for the incredible chants and love the people screamed at you.

You forgot how Loved Helaena was, you forgot how your grandfather Otto managed to let all the people know what you and Aemond where doing to win the war and “keep them safe” from the “tyranny” of Queen Rhaenyra 

The people loved you, their protector, they loved Aemond, the King Regent, and they loved Helaena, the gentle

And it helped that Rhaenyra wiped out most of the followers of the faith the year she became Queen during the war, so the faction that could resist this, were almost extinct 

So here you were, happy tears running down your cheeks as you waved at your subjects 

Aemond kissed your temple

“I told you”, he said, and now you knew every time he left your chambers in Dragonstone, he was preparing all of this.

In your short hours back in the capital, you had seen all the people in court, people loyal to the King Regent and your family, all of them, and their families

The only one you haven't seen… 

Was your mother 

Helaena walked in front of you, almost sprinting down the corridor, it was time to see the most important people of them all…

She opened the door and she was received by her two children, now, your children as well, Jahaerys and Jahaera

“Mommy!”, cried the girl, as she hugged her tightly 

“My dearest loves!”, she greeted, as she kissed them repeatedly in their cute faces, “I’ve miss you so!”, Helaena’s mother side was so full of light, so warm, and lovely.

Then the twins turned to you, and to your surprise, they ran towards you as well

Jahaera, ever the daddy’s girl, ran to Aemond’s arms, and your nephew ran towards you.

You hugged him tightly against you as you kissed the top of his head

“I’ve missed you too, you know?”, you giggled as he giggled too against you

“We have something important to tell you”, Helaena whispered with a soft smile, the children looked at you curiously

You and Helaena sat by the children in a long chair, as Aemond stood in front of the fireplace

“We are married”, Helaena said softly, “the three of us”

“Really?”, asked Jaehaerys, “Like Aegon the Conqueror with his sisters?”

“Exactly like that”, said Aemond, filled with pride

“Now we have three parents?”, asked Jahaera, with the cutest smile on her face

“Yes”, you said with certainty

“And soon you will have more brothers and sisters”, said Aemond confidently 

And now the children were in on it too

It was too good to be true

You had dinner with the kids and then tucked them into bed, they were excited, specially at the prospect of having more siblings to play with

When the night had already setted upon King’s Landing, you entered the chambers of the King, Aemond had them restored, as Aegon had restored from his father 

“We are going to need a bigger bed”, Aemond purred as soon as you entered

But strangely, you weren’t in the mood, here you felt watched, you felt judged 

“Where is mother?”, asked Helaena, her, as you also noticed her absence

“I don’t know”, he said simply, walking to the table in the corner of the room and pouring himself a cup of wine

“You told us you were going to send her away”, you said carefully

“I haven't gone through with it yet”, he said, sipping on his cup, “are you both not happy?”

“I mean, I’d could use a warning”, you said mindedly, “I might have wanted a nicer dress”, you said, looking down at your riding attire

Helaena give her husband a shy smile, but nodded, agreeing with you

“But it was nice”, she whispered, “what you did”

“It was”, you said as well, smiling, “thank you”

“You are my Queens, I eliminated all doubt, didn’t you see it? the entire city and court is for us, the three of us”, you smiled softly, barely 

“Thank you”, you repeated as you went to him and kissed him in the cheek 

“I’m so relieved!”, said Helaena, as she ran into his arms as well

Aemond though you both looked stunning, with your hairs messed by the ride here, and the crown in your heads over your rebel silver strands, your rosy cheeks

You took yours off your hair to look at it, it was beautiful, the detail of the Valyrian steel always amazed you, and those rubies shone bright, someone must have spent a while polishing it, it was beautiful and it fitted you perfectly, along the ring you could see designs that alluded flames, like the material itself.

“Did you really melt Dark Sister to make them?”, you asked, not knowing if that idea horrified you or filled you with pride and joy

“Why wouldn’t I?”, he asked then, “I hold the Conqueror’s blade Blackfyre, and our uncle Daemon wielded that sword to try to kill me”, he said, defensively

“It is alright”, you whispered, “its fine, they are beautiful”, suddenly the lovely atmosphere that existed between the three of you, wasn’t as such anymore

And you struggled to figure out why; He had crowned you as his Queen, both of you, he had proven the love of the people to you three, the acceptance of his reign. He had done something beautiful for you all, why did you feel this way?

So what was wrong?. Aemond walked towards you, you warmed up at the sight, you smiled up at him as he took the crown from your hands and placed it in your head again, were it belonged 

“I can’t believe it”, you three turned to the sound of your mother’s voice, “you three, here”, she looked disheveled, she looked like she didn’t sleep a second all the days you had been away

Her hair unruly, the first traces of age painting it white slowly, severe lines on her face, she looked like she aged ten years in the last ten days

“This are the chambers of the King”, she whined, you all looked puzzled, and didn’t find the need to tell her that the King was Aemond, “they were the chambers of your father, and they shall not be used for your depravities”, she spilled with venom in her voice, “you should have kept in Dragonstone for all I care”, she said then

“Aemond’s place is here”, you said, “and our place is with Aemond”

“You three disgust me”, she said

“The court and the people took to us, unlike you said, why don’t you”, Helaena pleaded

“Because I’m not an ass licker, or dim-witted’, she said with disgust, like everything you remember ever saying as she spoke to you or any of your siblings 

“Mother”, Aemond spoke with severity, “I crowned my sister-wives in front of the people today, they are your Queens now, and they shall be treated as such”, he spoke to her like he was speaking to any other member of court, and that amazed you and scared you at the same time. 

That sunken feeling you had in your chest moments before it was due to your mother, now you knew it.

She only shook her head

“I lost all my children in the war”, she lamented, and exited the room

It couldn’t be all perfect, couldn’t it?

@dreamingofyourmoons @aelora-a

[greetingfromthedead]

The Favorite (Sinister!Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: It's the darkest timeline. Knives succeeded in remaking his brother, twisting everything Vash used to be into a sinister monster who relishes in violence and pain. Vash has a garden on women to cultivate his seed, yet you have always been his favorite and his sinister ways have rubbed off on you.

Series: Will probably get a Part 2 once I've recovered

Pairing: sinister!Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags / TW: no use of y/n, asphyxiation, begging, belting, biting, blowjob, bondage, breeding kink, BSDM, choking, clothed sex, clothes ripping, cock warming, creampie, dacryphilia, darkest timeline, death threats, degradation, doggystyle, dom!Vash, domestic violence, edging, emotional manipulation, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, hate fucking, impact play, implied polygamy, jealousy, kidnapping, orgasm control, orgasm denial, p in v sex, punishment, pwp, reverse cowgirl, rough sex, rutting, sinister!Vash, sinister!you, smut, spanking, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

Word count: 4.7k

Author's Note: Idk if my awareness of a digital footprint is a blessing or a curse to my readers cause I tone down my BS quite a lot because of it. I'm not sure I'm proud of this, not only could it do with some more editing, but I feel like I need to hide in a cave.

"So she is one of his whores?" A voice speaks up from the back of the room, where the heavy door just clicked shut. You can't see anything through the blindfold, but it is a new voice, not among the group that captured you.

"Not just any whore; this one is his favorite." A different voice answers, this one more familiar given he hasn't left the room since you were dragged in here and bound to a chair.

"I find it hard to believe a monster like him could care for any human considering the genocide they unleash on us." A third voice butts in. "Are you sure this plan is going to work?"

"Oh yes. He will want his little gem back, and for that, he will need to come here. Once he's here, we'll have him right where we want him—a town filled with traps to finally corner him and put an end to the terror of that freak!"

"Or he will level this whole place with us in it." The newest man says it with an almost bored tone as he takes a few steps closer.

"Well, I, for one, would like to know what makes her so special." You recognize the rough voice as belonging to one of the men who snatched you. His large, sweaty hands took every opportunity to grab you, leaving bruises on your skin. His fingers gripped your breast while his other arm held tightly around your stomach. "Why is she considered the Humanoid Typhoon's favorite? Is it her tight cunt that he can't resist? Or perhaps a talented tongue? How about having a little taste?"

You feel his fingers trace your jaw and pull your face up as he stands behind you. His reeking breath brushes your ear as he leans closer.

"What difference does it make in what condition that monster finds his little toy? He despises our kind anyway and will find no mercy in his heart even if we don't manage to kill him. I say we fuck this little thing to the verge of death. Let's feast like that monster does."

You whimper at his words and try to pull away as you feel a hand press between your legs. The fingers stroke over the leather of your pants as you thrash against the ropes holding you in place. You feel his breath on your lips, hot and putrid, as he leans in closer. His hands get greedier, but you're saved from feeling his lips on yours by a distant hum. The room goes quiet, and you're let go. The melody grows louder, and you hear it even over the cocking of the guns.

A moment of silence. And then chaos erupts. The metal door slams open, and the room is flooded with shouts and gunshots echoing back from the walls. You just sit there calmly until everything goes quiet again. You hear moans of pain and agony, some prayers whispered under people's breaths, and the faint gasps of those who can't believe their eyes. Heavy steps move across the room towards you until familiar metal fingers grip your chin like a vice and you know exactly who stands before you even as your eyes are still covered.

"You're here early," you say with a grin as you stand up, the ropes you loosened from around yourself falling to the floor.

"Why did I have to come at all? You should never have let them capture you in the first place," his smooth voice growls by your ear.

"I wanted to see if I really am your favorite," you purr back.

"I have a garden full of flowers. Why would I care for one bloom more than the others?"

Vash's fingers slide down to wrap around your throat, his grip tightening as you feel the metal barrel of his gun stroke over your arm, hot from being fired. While you can't see him, you smell the scent of steel and gunpowder that follow him everywhere.

"You tell me," your labored breath carries your words, "After all, you came."

He chuckles, a low sound that reverberates through your body, sending chills down your spine.

"That's because you belong to me."

His hand pushes you back roughly, and you almost stumble over the chair behind you. With the same motion, Vash pulls the blindfold from your eyes, and you see his towering form standing over you, his bright red eyes filled with a dark intensity that makes your heart race. You rub your neck where his fingers left bruises and look at him with hunger.

"I shall punish you later for this," he growls, his voice sending a hot flash down your stomach.

"Please do," you answer with a grin before looking around in the large room. You see many dead, a few gravely injured, and some disarmed. Vash likes to play with his victims; a quick death often simply isn't enough. You see a stout man pressing himself against the wall, not far from you, so you walk up to him and crouch down. Taking a deep breath, the rancid smell of before prickles your nose and leaves no doubt who this man is. Your smile gets more sinister as you stand up again. You start heading for the exit.

"Leave that one alive. I want to keep him as a souvenir." You gesture towards the man from before, prior to leaving the room, followed by the echoes of gunshots and screams.

"Get on your knees." You hear Vash's command as soon as you're back in the stronghold you call home, the remnants of an old spaceship, claimed back from the humans who previously inhabited it. You keep your back toward him, choosing to ignore him. You can only take a single step before his fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you back towards him with a forceful grip. He turns you around, forcing you to meet his cold gaze, and whispers in your ear, "Where do you think you're going? I told you to get on your knees."

His red eyes seem to be burning with impatience as he pulls you downward by your hair, and you relent, dropping to your knees in submission. You look up at him before leaning closer, nuzzling your cheek against his crotch, where you feel the soft bulge of his arousal pressing against your face.

"You get captured, and make me come get you? Pathetic." His voice is hollow as he speaks.

"I didn't make you do anything," you answer, your hands running up his legs towards his hips.

"You need to be put back in your place," he growls, his hands gripping your hair roughly.

"Please do," you respond, excitement and anticipation building within you.

You run your mouth over the fabric of his pants, tracing the outline of his hardening cock. Your fingers push underneath the shirt he wears, feeling his cool skin beneath. He let you bring back your souvenir, who is currently locked up in a small, dark room, far from where you are now. Evidently, Vash isn't too upset with you.

"Or perhaps," you continue, looking up while pressing your cheek against the zipper, "I should have gone to your brother. You're just a stud horse in his plans."

He takes a step back and slaps you hard across the face with his right hand. Perfect. Your whole body turns with the force of the strike, and you rub your reddening cheek. From the corner of your eye, you see him undoing his belt and the front of his pants. A wicked grin spreads across your face as he pulls out his hard cock. He doesn't bother pulling his pants down further; he just gives his dick a few pumps as he marches towards you to grab the back of your head and pull you up with his free hand. He handles you like a rag doll, positioning you exactly where he wants you. You keep kneeling, grabbing hold of his legs for stability, as he thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag and struggle to breathe. You instinctively try to push away, but he is too strong, as he holds on to the back of our head. He pulls back a bit, twirling his fingers through your hair, before plunging back in even deeper. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you endure the rough treatment, with gurgles escaping your throat.

You let him fuck your face until some of the hatefulness dissipates from his rigid movements. Spit drips down your chin and onto your chest before you take a touch more control, moving one hand to the base of his cock and starting to jerk him off while keeping your lips tight around him. Vash lets out a moan, but his hand stays in your hair, making sure you can't pull away too far. You can feel his hips bucking slightly against your touch. You taste the saltiness against your tongue as you swirl it around the tip, letting the rough texture bring him bliss. The fingers of your other hand dig into the toned muscles of his thigh as you continue to pleasure him. Your grip twists and pulls around him as he moans aloud, his upper body leaning back as he pulls your head closer again. You moan out of pure joy, knowing you drive him crazy.

You feel yourself getting wetter as his forcefulness arouses you, a pit of lava forming in your gut. You release your hands to undo the front of your shirt, letting it fall down your shoulders, exposing most of your chest as you keep sucking on him hungrily, savoring every moment of pleasure. You feel a wave of ecstasy wash over you. His hands reach down to guide your head, urging you to take him deeper. The sound of his moans drives you wild, pushing you to match his intensity with your own. You feel a sense of urgency building within you, the need for more growing stronger with each passing moment.

Just as suddenly as he pushed you down, he pulls you back up, his eyes locking with yours as he whispers, "You will never run off again." The intensity in his gaze ignites a fire within you, making you crave more of him. His rough lips kiss your open mouth, and you moan into the cavity of his. The taste of him lingers on your lips, fueling your desire even further. He turns you around roughly and guides you to the edge of the bed, making you get on your knees on the very edge of it with your ass sticking towards him. He gives you a few rough slaps before sliding his hand between your thighs, cupping the growing heat of your sex through the leathery material. He gives it a firm squeeze, causing you to moan. His touch is commanding, stoking the fire within you that threatens to consume you whole. Every nerve ending comes alive with anticipation of what is to come next. The passion of the moment leaves you breathless, craving more of his intoxicating touch.

His hands roam back to the waistband, where his fingers hook underneath to pull down, revealing more of your bare skin. He leaves the bunched up fabric around your knees together with the soaked underwear before giving you multiple hard spanks to watch your skin take on a red hue. His long fingers knead your cheeks, spreading you open for his enjoyment. You gasp and moan in pleasure as his left hand slides between your thighs, teasing and tantalizing you with his cold, hard touch. His fingers move through your lips, spreading the collected wetness across your folds before finding your sensitive clit. He rubs small circles around it, making you shiver with desire, his palm cupping your mound as he continues to work his dark magic. You stick your ass up further, bringing your chest closer to the rough sheets, desperate for more of his touch. You'd spread your legs wider if you could, but the waistband around your thighs restrains your movements. He has you quite literally on the palm of his hand as he pulls more and more moans from your throat. The tension within you grows, threatening to snap with an explosion as your hands grab the sheets tightly, losing color where your nails dig into the fabric. Your body arches in anticipation, but instead of release, you get a sharp pain across your right asscheek. You yelp at the sensation, and he removes his hand. Another wave of pain shoots through you as the folded belt he pulled from his pants comes down hard on your skin. You can only imagine the red welts on your ass, but that thought is quickly wiped away by two fingers pushing into the cavity of your cunt.

His hand is rough as he fingers you with forceful intensity. He is taking what he wants, like he always does, leaving you to enjoy the ride. Your walls clamp down on him as a new pleasure builds up off the back of the last. You barely hear the squelching sounds of your wetness mixing with his fingers as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly, driving you closer to the edge. The pain of the belt and the pleasure in your pussy intertwine, creating a sensation that is both intense and intoxicating. You moan and gasp incoherently as your legs start to tremble, on the verge of orgasm, but he denies you again, pulling his fingers from inside you, a loud smack of the belt across your ass.

His right hand takes hold of the back of your shirt, pulling you up. You feel the brush of leather against your back and his erection pressing against your crack. The robotic fingers enter your mouth, and you taste your slick on them.

"I could keep you on the verge and deny you till the end of time, and I would still bring you more satisfaction than anyone you could run off to. You know that." Vash says quietly, his lips brushing against your ear. You shiver in response, your body craving more of his touch. He is still clothed; you can see the purple of his coat on the edge of your vision, and you feel the texture of his shirt against your bare shoulders.

"Who do you belong to?" Vash's voice is low and commanding, sending a thrill down your spine . The tension in his body makes it clear that there is only one answer he wants to hear from you.

"You. I belong to you." You struggle to answer with his fingers hooked on the corner of your mouth. You lean your head back further to steal a glance at his face.

"And you better not forget that. You're my slut and for me to use. Me alone."

He pushes you roughly forward again, your hands stopping you from falling face down on the mattress. For a moment, you don't feel him at all, but then the familiar, sharp bite of his belt crosses your ass again before his tip presses barely into your entrance. You breathe heavy with anticipation, waiting for his veiny shaft to impale you. His left hand grabs your shirt again, which has bunched up around your stomach, revealing your breasts and hard nipples. As he pulls on the fabric, your arms are forced backwards, your elbows on a trajectory to meet in the middle of your back. Your shoulders strain as your face is pressed into the bed, your ass up for him to slide into you. Vash sinks in with slow force, savoring every moment of your submission. He relishes the control he has over you, and he enjoys knowing what he does to you. You are completely under his power, and you love every second of it. Your hitching breath carries a moan with it as you feel him stretch you to fit him. You delight in the sensation of the bumps and lines teasing your insides and the upward curve of his cock pressing against where you enjoy him most. The slowburning enjoyment only lasts for a few sweeping strides before his mercyless hips quicken, until reaching a feaverish pace. He thrusts deep and hard as you whine with pleasure and pain into the sheets beneath you. He ruts into you with long strokes, occasionally belting your right ass cheek, making it sore and bruised. The forcefulness of his movements shake the whole bed beneath you, slamming it firmly against the wall. The mattress creaks in protest, but you're too lost in the overwhelming sensations to even notice it.

"You think you can just run off with other men? You really think you could escape me? I own you, and I'll make sure you never forget it." You feel the rigid hatefulness in the way he slams into you, suffocating you by pushing you so deep into the mattress that you can barely breathe. "And making me run after you? I should have shot you myself. Perhaps I should fuck the life out of you, bitch."

The room echoes with the wet slaps of skin against skin as he continues his onslaught. The air is thick with the sound of his heavy breathing and the loud squeaking of the bed. Your moans are muffled by the sheets. Each inhale tastes of dust and desperation, as the lack of air makes you lightheaded and dizzy, but it is hard to focus on anything but the violent pleasure rushing through your body. Like electricity, each stroke of his cock sends a jolt up your stomach; his rough hand pulls you closer by your shirt; and the slap of the belt adds a sharp sting to the mix. The intensity of the moment is both terrifying and exhilarating as you surrender to the raw power he exudes. Warm liquid slowly drips down your thighs with a tickle, and the pleasure he grants you builds towards an explosive climax.

As he feels the tension in your body build, he pushes you to the bed. Your stomach hits the sheets, and you're able to catch a breath. He straddles your legs, pinning you down with a hungry look in his eyes that you cannot see. Vash's strong hands grip your wrists to bind them with the belt he used to abuse your ass with before.

Vash leans closer, his dick sliding between your closed legs into the sticky abyss of your cunt. His hot breath fans across your neck as he speaks in a low voice by your ear, "You make me sick. That's why I don't want to see your traitorous face, even if your cries arouse me. I do like the pathetic expression you make when I cause you to crumble to pieces as you come. Yet you disgust me with your actions."

You're pinned under his weight, unable to do much more than try to get your breathing under control. The rush of fresh air brings clarity into your mind, and the frustration of your ruined orgasm sinks in further than it already had. His sharp kanines brush over the helix of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but whimper at the sensation. He shifts inside you as his teeth trace a path down your neck to bite into your skin. It hurts, but you doubt that it draws blood. You arch into him, wanting more.

"You have just one purpose in life, my pet." Another mouthful. "That's to be submissive and breedable." He punctuates the statement with a firm thrust and with his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his property. "You're only alive to be my obedient little plaything and to care for life more worthy than your own." With that, he pushes himself up by pressing into the small of your back. You feel like he's going to break you in half, and he doesn't let up much even as he starts drilling into you. His calloused hand slides more towards your ass to dig his fingers into the supple flesh. His left hand holds tightly to your waist, his palm pressing you down.

His ruts are angry, deep, and unrelenting. He pulls you into him with every motion, and you're unable to move with your hands tied behind your back. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as he continues to have his way with you. Trying to stifle your moans proves difficult as the intensity of his movements increases, sending waves of sensation through your body. The roughness of his touch both excites and overwhelms you. The way he rubs against your insides is different from before—tighter and more intense, hitting different nerves to build up towards a new climax. He has taken over your whole body, with every thrust forcing you into the softness of the bed and rocking you against the roughness of the sheets. Your wet pussy rubs into the blanket, bunching it up under you just enough to add a layer of friction on your clit that heightens your pleasure. As you feel yourself nearing the edge, you can't help but moan louder, your body tightening and arching under Vash's grip.

"Come now, and it will be the last thing you do in this miserable life," he growls, the hand from your waist moving to grab your hair and pull it back. It would be so easy to give in and come with a flood of satisfaction. It would bring you joy and relief, but doing so would mean you would never get to experience him again. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. You whimper and try your best to relax. You shift your body enough to lift your lips from the blanket that still sticks to your slick. Vash doesn't stop fucking you from behind, with his dick burying deep into you each time with excrutiating and toe curling pleasure that you refuse to give into.

The frustration brings tears to your eyes, moans carrying your pleas for release as he ignores you completely. No matter how you beg, he shows you no remorse and gives you no right to satisfaction. The moans turn into disgruntled screams of anguish as you continue to be denied, excitement and fear mixing in your mind.

With a brutal roll of his hips, he stops, his cock kissing the bottom of your well, and you feel relief wash over you. His hands move to rip the bunched up shirt down the back and along the arms in fast and rough movements, leaving you bare and exposed. As you calm down from the ledge of climax, most of your focus goes into trying to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist with both hands, and suddenly you're turned around. You face outwards and sit up in his lap, your cunt aching where his cock slid out. His booted foot pushes at your pants, still hanging at your knees, and with Vash's help, you rid yourself of your bottoms too; the only piece of clothing left on you is his belt tying your hands behind your back.

He forces your hips up, making you put your feet down and squat over himself. With that, he lowers you enough again to be able to use one hand to insert himself inside of you. You gasp in joy as he fills the void he left behind. Vash's hands grip firmly around your upper arms, and he pushes himself deeper inside of you, hitting a spot that makes you moan in ecstasy. His strong arms hold you up as you lean back, your ass hovering over him as Vash starts to thrust upwards. Your body arches in pleasure, completely consumed by the desire for more of him, already forgetting the threat he made earlier.

He hammers into you from below, his fingers digging into your flesh like vices. You take every inch of him with loud moans, frustrated that you are restrained from riding him like a wild animal. His movements are powerful and relentless, driving you closer to the edge of bliss with each thrust. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless.

"Stay as you are, nice and tight," he groans behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You comply, feeling the anticipation building within you as he continues to move with a primal rhythm. The pleasure building up inside you is almost unbearable. All the broken pieces of the denied climaxes of before are coming back together, building up to an intense release.

"Yes, yes, yes, aaaaahhhh…" You lose all control over your own mind as you teeter on the edge of release.

"You may come on my cock and savor it." Vash's voice comes off almost like a growl, nearly as rough as his mercyless hips. He' a touch out of breath, but it gets drowned out by the sounds escaping your lips as you let the sensation of his perfect cock overwhelm you. Your legs tremble and threaten to give out from under you as soon as your arching back relaxes from the intense pleasure. Your cunt pulses around him in rhythm with your racing heartbeat, and he shows no sign of slowing down, torturing you with the prolonged fire ignited within your every nerve.

He comes undone inside you with grunts of satisfaction, filling you with his hot seed. His pumps slow down, your legs collapse, and your knees are weak and trembling. His grip on your arms loosens, and he pushes you off him to crumble onto the sheets next to him. You lay there, panting and spent, feeling a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. You feel the mattress shift as he pushes himself further up along the bed. The belt around your wrists is still tight, and you are unsuccessful in pulling a hand free. You struggle to sit up to try again, and the exsertion causes your pussy to gush with his release.

"Where do you think you're going, mutt?" Vash asks, and you look over to where he lounges on the pillows, one knee pulled up and his prosthesis resting on it. A smirk graces his face as his red eyes look over the grape colored glasses. Some strands of his spiky blonde hair stick to the sweat on his forehead. He is still fully clothed, with the exception of his softening cock hanging out of his pants. The purple coat fans out underneath him, and you see his wide chest heave a little more than usual under the dark turtleneck. He looks like a true demon in the dim light of the bedroom, with a dangerous glint in his gaze.

"Are you already running off to another man?" His eyes pierce through you, making you feel even more naked than you are. "You may have done well, but I am not done punishing you. Come here and clean me up; keep me warm until we can continue."

You look at him with your hands still bound, as if asking how.

"Crawl to me." Vash's tone made it clear that this was a command and not a request.

You don't answer him, instead lowering onto the bed again to push yourself with the help of your knees and shoulders towards him. You settle between Vash's legs and begin to lick and kiss his cock clean, savoring the taste of salt and musk. You take your time, enjoying the remnants of his cum and your own essence as the same mixture leaks from between your legs and onto the sheets below. As you're satisfied with your work, you take the flaccid penis into your mouth and lay your head on his crotch to look up at the stern eyes staring back at you. The fingers of his right hand intertwine into your hair again, as if to keep you in place.

"Pathetic," he mutters under his breath, the disappointment in his voice evident as his gaze never leaves you.

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Royal Bought: Complete Masterlist

General/brief content and warnings:

🏹 Luke’s Arc: vampire whump, non-human whumper, defiant whumpee, human auctions/trafficking, pet whump, hypnosis.

🍂 Ten’s Arc: none, apart from (temporary) character death, hypnosis and vampiric turning at the beginning.

💌 Ileana’s Girls: vampire whump, lady whumper, non-human whumper, multiple lady whumpees, hypnosis, conditioning, polygamy.

Information: the numbers beside each chapter indicate the writing order they’re written in. All stories are listed in chronological order. Although the stories can overlap and some are repeated, the emoji’s indicate who the chapters belong to mainly. For example, 🏹’s appear within Ten’s first few chapters of his arc because he makes an appearance, and it’s beneficial in understanding the origins of his story. However, they are mainly Luke’s chapters and are from his point of view.

🏹 Luke’s Arc

Growing up in a distant camp away from vampire civilisation, Luke has lived a life of constant fear and the unknown. When a vampire is thrown into his path under alarming circumstances after threatening somebody he cares deeply about, Luke is carted away to the kingdom and prepared to be bought and sold at one of their famous auctions; by none other than a Royal.

Note: Don’t like lady whump? Chapters 6-11 contain a (temporary) lady whumper. If you’d like to skip them, here’s a masterpost briefly summarising these chapters.

Hunting Deer (#1)

Upon Gates (#2)

Child’s Play (#3)

Underground Cattle (#4)

Sampling (#5)

Pretty Girls (#6)

Thorns and Roses (#7)

🍂 Ten’s Arc

When the vampire Justinian finds him in the Collared Forest, Ten was oblivious to the fate that would be in store for him. When he’s tricked into drinking vampire blood and subsequently murdered, Ten finds himself waking up as a bloodsucking creature of the night. Alone in an unfamiliar world, Ten adjusts to being an immortal child and the new life ahead of him.

🏹 Hunting Deer (#1)

Enter Justinian (Bonus)

🏹 Upon Gates (#2)

🏹 Child’s Play (#3)

💌 Ileana’s Girls

The story of three strangers, who are forced into unforseen circumstances when they’re abducted and planned to be sold off to any vampire that will pay for them. But their fates become irrevocably intertwined when they catch the eye of Ileana, a beautiful vampire attracted to pretty humans. And pretty things deserve to be spoiled, don’t they?

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Always and Forever My Truest: Chapter 2

(A/N): Hey everyone! Surprised myself with writing chapter 2 so quickly, but after writing the first chapter I think I really got my mood back for the series. By the looks of it I think it’ll really start kicking off in chapter 3 or so. I hope you guys like chapter 2! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist, and thank you for all the support on my writing!

Word Count: 1,300-ish

Summary: Anniversary planning is never easy, especially when it’s your 453rd anniversary. Now the reader must be the one to deal with annoying Alexanders and the new information about a long lost Alexander female was just be brought to light.

Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, dom/sub relationship, abuse of power, threats—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.

18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

~Present day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Roses. Traditional and elegant, but so unoriginal. Possibly the bleeding heart flower? The master would certain find that choice amusing. Then again, there is Cherry Blossoms. Representing renewal, which is befitting given the celebration.

‘Oh, but we had those for our 342nd Anniversary!’ I thought in frustration, huffing out a sigh. ‘Where is the creativity. The awe factor!’

The event coordinator must have sensed my rapidly rising irritation, as I shuffled through the damn flower books, and she scrambled to suggest more flower ideas. “There is always Locus flowers, Lady De Ville! They would certainly make a statement and the setting—”

“No.” I stated, indifference overcoming my composure. “No, I just don’t understand I suppose. You’ve had days and days to prepare and nothing you have shown me has yet to impress me in the slightest. Perhaps, I was wrong in believing you fit for the task…”

I stare her down as she struggles to find words in her defense. It was amusing in a way. Despite how I am in the presence of my husband, I cast off an entirely different persona in the presence of the public. A persona to rival that of the master. It’s certainly an entertaining sight for my Lord Love to watch as I interact with people. My mother always said, “who we are and who we have to be, are sometimes to completely different things.”

‘Words that I live by to this day.’  I mused to myself.

The coordinator still has yet to find solid footing and I grow tired of her incompetence. I close my eyes in disappointment and turn to leave the gardens before an innocent voice cuts through the air.

“Wait (Y/N/N)! Look at these flowers, Jade Vines.” Lucy called out, turning to me with a picture of turquoise blue flowers. ‘They certainly were stunning and most of all unconventional’ I pondered. I beckon her closer and she came bounding over, blonde curls bouncing softly with her every movement.

I hear the coordinator finally find her irksome voice, “Yes, Jade Vines would be an excellent choice! They are exotic flowers from the Philippines and considered one of the world’s most rare flowers, if not the rarest.”

I drown out her voice as a study the picture before I cast my gaze up to Lucy’s anticipated facial expression. I finally smile as I speak, “Yes, the Jade Vines would be perfect!” Lucy lets out an excited squeak. “Well done, Lucy.”

I bestow a soft endearing look to her as her face lights up at the praise and she bounces in her place. Viktoria can be so impatient with Lucy, bossing her about, and sometimes being just downright cruel. When Viktoria isn’t bullying her she simply ignores Lucy as if she isn’t even there. It saddens me to think that Lucy believes that no one cares for what she has to say. I do though, and I gladly listen her rambling. It’s nostalgic in a way as it reminds me of a younger me. A human me.

“Perhaps, I should place Lucy in charge of my anniversary event.” I glare at the other woman, who once again finds herself lost for words. “Don’t disappoint me again.” Which she vehemently nods in fear.

With that I swiftly turn and depart from the gardens. I’m almost inside when Renfield stops me on the spacious patio. He bows before rising to speak, “My deepest apologies for disturbing your planning, Lady De Ville. However, Oliver Alexander made an unannounced visit with what he claims is urgent news.”

I give Renfield an inquisitive and uncertain look before I fall back into my normal façade, “and tell me, why is this not being brought forth to the master?” I inquire, with a condescending head tilt.

“He has several important meetings lined up today, Mistress. Forgive me, I tried to send him away to return on a better day, but he insisted if he could not see the Master then he wished to speak to the Mistress.”

I heavily sighed before making my way towards my personal library. “Very well. Send him to my study in 10 minutes.”

“Certainly, Lady De Ville.” Renfield bowed, despite my turned back, and departed to collect Oliver Alexander.”

~(Y/N)’s Library~

I read over a few business project proposals and bank statements for some of the Castellan companies, before a steady knock sounds from the library doors. My golden hued eyes slowly trail over to the doors in disinterest. “Come in.”

Renfield swiftly opens the doors and makes way for Oliver. I internally roll my eyes, as Oliver gives me a dopey smile and bows in respect. He has always been a weasel and he truly had no favor with me at all. That’s why Walter tended to deal with him, so as not to upset me in any way. Speaking of which I didn’t need this boy here a moment longer than necessary.

“I hope your news is as urgent as you claim it to be, Oliver. You know I have little patience for those who waste my time.” My golden irises sharpen in a dangerous manner, to which the boy begins to squirm under.

“Yes of course, Lady De Ville. I wouldn’t dare dream of it. Though it truly is a marvelous occurrence and—”

“Out with it, Alexander!” I hissed, feeling my teeth elongate.

“We have discovered a female of the Alexander bloodline. Evie Alexander.” He fearfully blurted out.

This was quite a discovery. A very important one. All the bloodlines were bound in ancient magic to my Lord Love and the bloodlines worked together like a well oiled machine to insure prosperity and protection. Perhaps before the master and I were married, the prospect of offering a bride to the master held meaning, but that was no longer the case. At least not since he and I were wed and had became one. Now it was about keeping the bloodlines in line and doing our bidding under the illusion that their daughters held value. In truth, now all the families really did was help keep our identities and true nature from the light of truth. The brides from the other three bloodlines were really just incentive for the other bloodlines to behave and not induce the ire of my Lord Love.

With this new leverage over the Alexanders, we would be sure to have them under thumb once more. The only questionable matter is whether this girl was actually of the Alexander bloodline. I slowly stood from desk chair before leisurely gliding over to where Oliver stood.

“How exactly are you sure this so called long lost relative is truly of the Alexander bloodlines?” I asked, sweet sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“It was discovered through a DNA testing company that helps you discover people related to you.” He said, in excitement.

I nod as he finished speaking and waited on bated breath for my response, “Well, this is certainly a discovery. However, more research must be done into this girl. The Master must know as soon as possible, and I will be the one to inform him. Have you contacted this Evie?”

He shook his head and I nodded my approval. “Good. Make sure it remains so until I speak with my husband and he has decided what to do next. Only then will we commence with any plans.”

He gave me another idiotic smile and I gave a silent huff as I glared at him. “We shall be in touch very soon. You are dismissed.”

He bowed and quickly made way for the doors. I spun around to look out the enormous windows as my mind wanders off in thought.

‘Things are about to get a lot more difficult. This Evie was not raised like Viktoria, Lucy, and I. She is a different breed entirely, and certainly not one to be underestimated.’

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