#look at them they see each other and they are instantly the red king and his hand again

[braxiatel]

“They never left the desert” yes true but you know what else?

Ren and Martyn never left Dogwarts

[sttoru]

Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’

you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.

it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.

you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.

“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”

you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.

him.

“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.

sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.

“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”

it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.

your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.

you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.

it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.

you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.

you’ve had it all.

no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.

“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.

you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.

“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.

his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.

you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.

all that official business can suck his dick.

sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.

the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.

“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.

you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.

sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.

“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”

you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.

either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.

[deadghosy]

THANKS TO @gaylorvader FOR THIS IDEA💗💗🦆✨ lol this could be a series guys-

HAZBIN HOTEL CREW X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: after waking up, you find yourself in hell again with your friends.

Warning: light yandere feelings🔥

As Lucifer takes your small form in his, he gives you a small kiss on your head writing the letter he promised as it says. “Don’t steal what’s not yours ass face.” And left chuckling to himself closing the portal to heaven as he enters the hotel holding you up as if you were simba(💀)

“Guess who I got back~ that’s right the big boss got em back!” Lucifer says happily as Charlie looks up from her restless state as stars are in her eyes at your cute sleeping sight.

“READEERR!” Charlie exclaims making you wake up to be met with the faces of the crew as Charlie hugs you. You quack happily rubbing your chubby cheek on Charlie’s on face.

“DONT. Ever….leave the hotel during extermination.” You heard Lucifer said as you quack shocked to see Lucifer have glowing red eyes at you. He seemed to be pissed at how Adam snatch you, even if Heaven made a mistake to send you to hell. You belong in hell with them.

You nodded not wanting to see him far the king of hell himself go. Lucifer’s mood switched so quick as if he didn’t almost go full demon mode. “Good.” He says softly sitting you down to the ground as fat nuggets ran up to you happily with an oink as Angel dust was just happy to see you and fat nuggets being gossip animals again.

Even Alastor patted your small fluffy head as he smiled truly seeing you safe and sound here in the hotel again.

“I’m happy to see you my adorable fellow” alastor says as you quack happily at his face. You hugged his legs making him smirk at this. “I am pleased you missed me too..” Alastor says.

Husk immediately snatches you from Alastor as husk walks over to the bar with you. “Listen kid, I got your favorite milkshake ready. I uh..learnt it while you was gone.” Husk says a little flustered admitting he actually learnt something for you as you smiled with a blush. Just happy to drink your fav milkshake.

Angel teases husk for him learning to make your favorite drink as you drink the milkshake as Lucifer and Charlie talk to each other. Vaggie was beside her girlfriend and nodded along with the Morningstars who were staring at you.

“Aww is the big bad cat having a soft spot for the penguinnnn?” Angel says teasing husk as husk turned away from Angel onto for the said person to pull husk’s chin to Angel’s face. “Get out of my face.” Husk says.

You quacked with laughter seeing husk push Angel away from him. Husk huffed cleaning a beer glass as Angel just rolled his eyes with a smile.

As you felt at home, you felt tired having husk’s attention as he chuckles with his usual grin and poke your chubby fuzzy cheek. “Guess this one is tired from their trip” husk says gaining Lucifer’s attention from his daughter as Lucifer picked you up chuckling seeing you fall asleep instantly in his arms.

You woke up as the morning hellish sun hits your face. Lucifer snores loudly having one of his pair wings hug you. They were very soft as you quack notifying Lucifer that you were awake now and ready for a new day.

Lucifer lets you go as he mumbles getting up seeing his precious bird up and ready to be seen…..he just wanted to keep you here as he was glad he got you back. Lucifer had explained that last night Charlie and him declared your presence was back in hell and every one was excited

So excited they declared for a celebration of your return as Lucifer brought in a clone of himself holding up clothes your size. (A/n: Thanks to Velvette anyways💗)

The king of hell helped you get dressed as he put a pin on your shirt saying, “I’m back, and better than ever” it was a little corny, but you appreciated the pin Lucifer gave you.

You go downstairs seeing your friends in your new outfit as Lucifer was behind you having his usual smile. Niffty waves excited to see you again as you watched and went to go towards her with a smile.

You and niffty hugged, happy to see each other like a short duo as Charlie was telling the other staff what’s going to go down for this party.

Angel was already texting Cherri about harmless fireworks as Cherri bomb was on the go with fireworks.

A bunch of knocks hit the door of the entrance of the hotel interrupts the planning. Everyone looks at it nervously until a small voice was called out. “I’m here for the party?! Is this the right address?” The person yelled out making Charlie excited that a party was gonna happen. Charlie rushes to the door as vaggie puts on a party hat for you and for her.

“Let the party begin!!” Charlie yell as as she opens to the front doors of the hotel as your eyes shine excited to have a party.

Hour later, the party was amazing as sinners actually came in the hotel to see you again and giving you baskets of your favorite food and flowers which made you quack happily.

Music blasting, laughter in the air, and everyone was just happy in hell like it was happy day In hell indeed. Charlie and vaggie made a lot of fun party games like “pin the tail on the donkey”

Husk was giving out drink as he gave you a non-alcoholic drink of course, he can’t have you looking dumb on a party about you.

Alastor played jams, of course old jams making sir Pentious wanting to change the dial but scared to even do that.

Lucifer danced happily with you as you quacked getting lifted into the air as Lucifer felt happiness in his heart, warmth like the sun seeing your smile and penguin self.

The clocked strikes 10:30 pm as its almost curfew for the hotel staff to go to bed.

As everyone was getting ready to leave, they all waved goodbye to you as you quacked happily to see the sinners you gave mail to on the weekdays and weekends. You always left love everywhere you go.

At night everything went quite as a light shined in Lucifer’s room who had you on his bed while you play with this duck toy that moves when you clap. Lucifer made it incase the “rescue” mission succeed. Which it did as Lucifer smiles at your happy nature. Lucifer turns off the light, taking away the toy as you tiredly quack. “Yes yes…it’s time for bed my little bird.. sweet dream.” He said lastly giving you a forehead kiss.

You sleep peacefully by Lucifer who had you in a cute duck gown as you coo softly in your sleep feeling warm by the king of hell.

MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN

The angels were sad, some weeping at the loss of their cute new angel delivery boy..who would give them fresh cookies and mail….as the angels weren’t taking the news lightly that you were missing. Someone had it worse.

Lute was pissed…no..not pissed. She was feral and livid at the fact her sunshine, her sweet baby was kidnapped from a god’s creation gone wrong.

Lute started to flip tables screaming about going down there and kill Lucifer herself. Throwing things off table and literally throwing a chair. Barely missing Adam’s head.

Sera sighs rubbing her hand over her head as Emily looks uncomfortable seeing lute freak out this way. They never seen Lute look this angry before.

“Lute please calm down. This isn’t the holy way to act when upset…” sera says looking at lute. Sera and Emily had came to check up on Lute as angels had heard crashing noises in lutes’s place after news got out you were missing. More like “kidnapped” as Adam’s woke up to see the note and rush over to tell sera this news.

“YOU THINK I WANNA CALM DOWN AFTER A PERFECTLY, GOOD, KIND SOUL ANGEL GOT KIDNAPPED AT THE HANDS OF THAT DISGRACE?!” Lute yells angrily as Adam flies down to her. He also didn’t look impressed as he just stood there.

Sera gave a stern glare to lute, “Adam. Control your lieutenant.” Sera says not taking the yelling towards her lightly as Emily looks away with embarrassment at this high tense moment.

Adam could tell that lute wasn’t calming down. Adam also wanted to spill out his mind but oddly he was being more quiet then spilling out his bullshit thoughts.

“Chill the fuck out lute…” Adam says putting his hand on lute’s shoulder. “This isn’t over at all…We still got time to snatch that cute lil shit from those worthless bitches.” Adam says smirking as his mask glitches thinking about you being locked up in heaven with him.

TO BE CONTINUED….OR NOT DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN. ( House of the Dragon x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: DARK! King Aegon ii Targaryen x Common Folk! Reader prompt: Aegon has been watching you from years. Now that he is King, he intends to make his intentions clear. key: Y/n = Your name, R/n = Random name, E/C = eye color word count: 1, 000+ words

He was six and ten when he first met you, well more of, he saw you from a distance. You were a pretty little thing⎯well, for some common folk girl, you were pretty. From what he saw from a distance, you worked as a barkeep, cleaning tables and sometimes serving ale or whatever shitty drink they served at that tavern. 

You were pretty, maybe growing more so in a few years, but enough for the other drunks to take notice as well. He didn’t like it. Even though he had never spoken to you, or really interacted with you at all. You were his pretty little barekeep to gawk at.

It took everything in him to not set Sunfyre upon all of them, burning the shitty little tavern up in flames. So then, he could take their charred remains and show what happened when others touched what was his. But, he digressed. For now. 

Slowly sauntering into the tavern, he searches for you in the crowd of common folk, his gaze predatory and determined. Since his coronation as King, he had been busy, far too busy to leave the Red Keep to go to Flea Bottom. All he wished for now was to have a drink and watch you as he had done a dozen times before. He was sure if he was going to speak to you yet. It wasn’t that he did not have the courage to speak to you. 

He was a Targaryen, and now King, he had nothing to feel ashamed of or worried about. But rather he liked the way you squirmed under his gaze. He liked the way you would grow stiff and then blush a soft pink when you realized that it was just him. It was adorable and a good ego boost to know that he could get you all flustered without even needing to speak. 

“All hail the new King!” Some drunk slurs aloud, “From the King of Flea Bottom to the King of the Seven Kingdoms!”

“Aye!” 

“All hail!”

Rolling his eyes at the drunken babbling that filled the tavern, he sits down at his usual table, kicking his feet up on a chair. Drumming his fingers against the table, he looks around for you, growing wary as he doesn’t see you in the tavern. Clenching his jaw tightly as his temper starts to rise, he holds back at lashing out, his mind running a million miles per hour.

“Where the hell is that damn girl?! Y/n!” A barkeep behind the bar rants, “Oi! You, go get Y/n.”

Not even the other barkeep’s knew where you were at. You weren’t here. You were always on time. Why the fuck were you not here? Where the fuck were you at?

Feeling his temper bubbling with each second that he doesn’t see you, the loud slamming of a door fills the tavern, nobody paying any mind to it. Seeing you walk inside all soaked from the rain, he instantly calms down at sight of you. 

Slowly trailing his eyes over your soaked figure, you look ethereal like this. Hair all soaked and clothes sticking to you like a second skin, accentuating  your curves. Feeling a presence beside him, he snaps out of his daze, seeing some other barkeep trying to speak to him.

“Can I⎯” 

“No, no, her. I want her.” He orders, pointing at you. 

Watching as you dried yourself off with a rag, he smirks at how your linen underskirt was practically sheer. He wondered, if he spilled his seed in you, would a bastard grow in your belly? Would then he be able to whisk you away to the Red Keep, far far away from the drunks and fools that surrounded you both? After all, you would be so grateful for him to do such a thing. You, some lowborn common folk girl, getting the luxury of carrying his child in your belly. 

“Bring me her. I will take nothing but what she brings to me.” He orders.

Feeling a familiar pair of predatory eyes on you, you slowly turn around to see the now King, watching you. He sat at the same table as always, in the center where he and those silvery locks could be gawked at. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you watch as R/n walks away from the table, rolling her eyes hard with a scowl. Cocking her head to Aegon, you didn’t even have to ask to understand that he had rejected her. 

Wiping your hands dry with the rag, your eyes locked onto Aegon’s, e/c meeting predatory violet eyes. Shivering at the gaze, R/n motions for you to go to him with a cock of her head, her iration clear as day at not getting any coin from him. Mustering up your courage, you walk over to him, coming face-to-face for the first time ever. He was a lot more handsome up close. Alluring violet eyes, silvery white Targaryen hair and pouty lips. 

“Do you wish to make your King happy?” He asked, his voice rough and low.

“I do, your grace.” You nod, “ How can I be of service to you?”

“I can think of many ways.”

Growing tense at the lewd comment, you shift in place, unsure if he was jesting with you or if he was being serious. You have never spoken to him up to this point, just watching from afar or in passing. You could not tell. Chewing on your bottom lip a little nervously, he places a hand on your waist, letting out a full belly laugh. Weakly nodding unsure, he slowly trails his hand down to your hip, not quite inappropriate but not appropriate at the same time. 

“Can I get you some ale, your grace?” You ask, attempting to change the subject.

“No.”

“Or mayhaps some bread from the kitchen?” You try again, “I am sure we can find something for you if that is what you desire.”

“No.”

Blushing under his intense gaze, he slowly stands up from his seat, looking like a predator stalking its prey. Tilting your head up as he towers over you, you resist the urge to cower, not wanting him to see your fear. In your time working here you learned men tended to like seeing women cower, it was like a game to them. Softly gulping as he digs his nails into your hip, a voice in the back of your head tells you to run away, that he was dangerous. But, your legs would not let you move. 

“Your grace?” You whisper, your voice weak. 

“Then you will not scream, cry, or protest as I take you back to the Red Keep.” He whispers, “I would hate to have to kill you when I have just gotten you within my grasp. Now walk, my little rabbit.”

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Stripped

punk!steve x rockstar!eddie x stripper fem!reader

summary: the two men you crushed on in high school, find their way into your club. They’re shocked to see the pastors daughter, the cute shy little church mouse is now stripping, but that’s not who you are anymore. Both men who also crushed on you in high school are eager to see, just how much you’ve changed.

⚠️warning: SMUT 18+MDNI, in this au steve was also apart of the freaks of hawkins high, sorry no king steve here, mmf threesome, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, p in a sex (female receiving), oral (m and f receiving), spit roast, double penetration, dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, use of sir and master, Eddie and Steve kiss, squirting, cream pies.

A/N: god, this au really has me hot and bothered! (Please remember to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)

photo edits of Steve and Eddie: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

It’s the busiest night of the week at foxy’s cabaret. The clubs pink and red lights accentuated your two piece red faux leather bikini, the bottoms were extra cheeky which only meant one thing; it was gonna be a good money night.

You didn’t go on for another hour, so you made your rounds scoping out possible customers that would like a private dance, you had already done three, all 60 minutes each. So you were ready to go on stage, make your money and go home.

These nights were mostly accompanied by older married men, looking to blow off steam from their wives. Most of them used you as a marriage counselor, spouting off terrible things about their spouses. It made you feel gross to have to listen to grown men, whine about how their wives are “always bitching” because they want their husbands to be home more, while they’re here getting a lap dance by you. But it was all part of the job and you’ve long learned how to de-compartmentalize it all. This was about money and nothing else.

Finally you’re called out on stage, you saunter on in your red pleasers that matched your two piece perfectly. You felt so hot tonight, and all eyes were on you, as you swung your hair and shook your ass on the pole.

Eddie had just gotten home from a big U.S. tour with corroded coffin. Him and his best friend Steve hadn’t seen each other in a year, so what better way for two friends to catch up then with some beers, hot chicks and tits. That being the exact thing Steve said to convince him to come out tonight. Eddie was kind of over the “hot chicks and tits” having seen too many to count at his shows and on the tour bus. That being said, he couldn’t turn down the chance to hang out and drink some beers with his best friend.

Eddie and Steve instantly felt out of place among all the older, rich, suit and tie assholes. They both wore band tees and vests, that show cased patches of their favorite bands. Not to mention the numerous amounts of tattoos they had; both had sleeves on each arm along with neck and face tattoos. They were definitely being thrown dirty looks by the older men, while the strippers were giving them both “fuck me eyes”. They were stopped by a few girls, to ask if they wanted private dances as they fan girled over Eddie Munson being in their club. The boys declined and Eddie kept the small talk to a minimum.

As they moved closer to the stage, your red bikini and shiny hair caught their attention. They both grabbed seats in the front row, eyes glued on your body. Steve couldn’t place it, but he had seen you somewhere. Eddie couldn’t even think as his eyes took in the sight of you, now with your legs wide open as your thighs shook and your pussy lips almost spilled out of the tiny g string.

Once you began crawling to the front of the stage, swinging you hair away from your face, Steve took you in, not your body, you. His eyes widened at the realization.

“Holy shit, dude,” he says, as he nudges Eddie’s arm with his elbow.

It took a second for the trance Eddie was under, while watching you to break.

“What, man?” Eddie says, eyes not leaving you as he leans in closer to Steve.

“That’s y/n, you remember y/n? From high school?” He says in disbelief

“No fucking way!” Eddie almost shouts

That catches your attention, you look over at them. Your eyes scanning over their tattoos, clothes and then finally taking in their faces. Your heart rate began to pick up.

Holy shit, that’s Eddie and Steve.

You hadn’t seen them since high school, you had been enamored with both of them. They were considered freaks for the way they dressed and their music taste but you didn’t give a shit. They were always nice to you and um, hello? They were hot as hell.

You bought weed from Eddie once when you were feeling particularly rebellious, you ended up smoking it in the back of his van with them, they were really sweet, and maybe a little flirty, but at that time you were so shy, you had absolutely no confidence to even bring yourself to flirt back. You were not the person you are now, that’s for sure.

Once your set is over, you walk off stage and decide “fuck it, you’re not that little shy church mouse you use to be in high school.” Yes, your father was a pastor, which made what you do for work all the more shocking.

“Eddie? Steve?” You say as you walk up behind them. They’re deep in conversation, leaning in to each other while they whisper, back and forth.

They immediately turn towards you, their cheeks look flushed and they almost look nervous.

“Y/n? Wow, how’ve you been?” Steve breaks the ice first. They stand up and each lean in for an awkward hug, almost like they didn’t want to accidentally touch your exposed skin.

“I’ve been good, how’ve you guys been?” You take in their faces better, now that they’re up close. You haven’t kept up with Eddie and his band much, mostly since you’re always busy working, but your club will occasionally play “Indiana’s very own corroded coffin” as your boss likes to calls them. The last time you officially seen them was at Charlottes grad party, and that was years ago. They’ve gotten even hotter since high school with all those tattoos, piercings and the facial hair. your eyes were shamelessly roaming their bodies.

“Actually would you guys like a private show? It would give us a chance to catch up?” You look from Eddie to Steve, silently hoping they’d take you up on the offer.

“Yeah, yes. Let’s do it.” Steve says

Eddie’s mouth still hangs open, he’s clearly in shock. You figure it’s because of your prude, church girl image you had in high school, being such a big jump from the girl now standing in front of him.

“Cool, follow me.” You lead them to the private rooms, that sit behind heavy red velvet curtains. Their eyes are glued to your ass in that little g string, they’re being hypnotized by the way it jiggles every time you take a step.

“Here we are.” You open the curtain and motion them inside.

The room is small, a black leather couch sits in the middle, along with a couple chairs, underneath lays a shag rug, while just above the couch holds a red neon sign that reads: “girls, girls, girls”

“You guys can take a seat, do you want anything? Bottled water or another beer?” You ask with a polite smile.

Both boys shake their heads no, but thank you for the offer. You decide to take up the seat in between them, it wasn’t very much space, leaving their legs to rub up against yours, but you had no complaints. Their rough jeans against your soft skin, shot a thrilling tingle straight to your core.

“So?” Eddie finally speaks, “how long have you been doing this?” His eyes begin to scan your face, admiring your soft, delicate features. Features he use to spend hours day dreaming, about. His eyes began to move down to your tits, he wanted to be a gentleman, but he didn’t exactly come here for that. So he decided to indulge.

“Oh, um. It’ll be a year next week, actually.”

They both nod their head, taking in your answer. It feels a little awkward, like theirs something they want to say or maybe ask, but then Eddie begins, again—

“Your dad still the pastor?” you could tell he wasn’t trying to make fun, just a curious question. One you get a lot, but more so in a mocking tone.

“Uh, yeah yeah, he is. But we don’t talk, for obvious reasons,” you say as you gesture to the room around you.

“Yeah, I could imagine. So, how does a good girl like you get mixed in with this?” Steve asks, partaking in the curiosity.

“Well, I had to get out of my parents house, ya know? I wanted to live my own life, so I ended up moving in with my roommate brandy, she had been doing this since she was eighteen, she offered to help me get the job. It’s fun, brought me out of my shell a lot, I’m not that little shy girl you remember.” You didn’t mean for the last line to come out so suggestive, but both Eddie and Steve’s eyebrows shot up, in intrigue.

Making Eddie lean into your ear and whisper, “put on a show for us then, baby.” The tone made you shiver with equal amounts, nervousness and excitement. You’ve grown accustomed to your job, rarely ever feeling nervous before a dance, but right now in this moment in front of Eddie and Steve, you felt that timid girl you once knew creep back into your consciousness.

You stand up, doing your best to push it all down. Slowly swaying your hips as gimme all your lovin’ by ZZ Top, plays in the background. You keep eye contact with each of the boys as you do your little routine. Their eyes roaming the expanse of your body, as they begin shifting in their seats, something most customers do when you know you’re doing a good job. The thought of making their cocks hard underneath their pants, gave you the burst of confidence you needed.

You straddle Eddie’s hips first, leaving him to tense in surprise, so you grab his hands that are folded across his chest and place them on your hips, bringing your glossy lips up to his ear, “you can touch me.” You whisper.

As soon as his hands find your skin, he begins rubbing over your hips and thighs, slowly moving down to your ass, taking two handfuls and squeezing before they’re moving back up to your hips. You look over at Steve who’s intently staring at you both, so you take it upon yourself to bring him closer. “Cmon, you can touch me too.” You say with a doe eyed smile. You grab his hand and place it just under Eddie’s.

“Oh yeah? You want both of us to touch you, princess?” Eddie continues to whisper to you. Smug smirk adorning his face as he looks over at his best friend, you couldn’t make out what they were trying to silently tell each other, but it made your stomach flutter. You were excited for this to go where it seemed to be going.

Steve swiftly lifts you by both thighs, placing you on his lap with ease. His hands roaming your body, as he leans in to whisper to you—

“Please tell us, you want this as bad as we do, baby?” Fuck, their voices alone were making you soak through your little panties.

“I-I do, I want you both. I have since that time I smoked weed with you and Eddie in the back of his van.” You giggle, making your hips jerk over Steve’s hard on. The friction made a whine slip out of your mouth.

The boys laughed at the memory, until they heard you, the whine caught their attention. Steve’s face switches to something more cocky

“Mmm, did that feel good, sweet girl?” He grabs your ass and rubs your core over his cock again, this time making you both moan out in tandem.

You bite your lip as you nod, while eddie scoots in closer to you both, he begins playing with your bikini. His calloused fingers rubbing over the swells of your breasts, hardening your nipples that lie under the red fabric. His fingers find the strings in the back, that are holding the bikini together.

“Can I take this off?” He asks softly

“Yes, please.” desperation has now taken over your voice

“Mm, and she still has her manners. Such a good girl.” The praise doing nothing to help the wetness pooling between your thighs.

Once he gets all the strings untied, he slowly lets it fall onto Steve’s lap. Your tits now on full display for them.

“Holy shit.” They say in unison. Eddie’s jaw clenches, while Steve groans. They each take one of your tits in their hand, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. Every little touch shooting straight to your core.

You’ve never done this before, you knew a lot of your co workers would give blow jobs or have quickie’s with their customer for extra cash, but that was never something you were comfortable with doing.

Yet, here you are, engaging in a threesome with two men you were obsessed with in high school, one who is now a big rockstar. The thought makes your head spin.

Steve grabs you by the back of your hair, pulling you out of your thoughts, as he interlocks his lips with yours, you allow his tongue entry while Eddie is moving his neck kisses down to your chest. He takes your nipple into his mouth and lightly sucks, gently teasing you. You whine into Steve’s mouth, breaking the kiss to look down at Eddie, his big brown eyes already looking up at you through his thick lashes. Your furrowed brows and pouty lips were almost enough to do him in, right then and there.

“So eager and impatient.” He growls as he slaps your ass, hard.

It makes you jerk in Steve’s lap, simultaneously moaning at the friction.

“Naughty girl, likes being spanked.” Steve says as he looks to Eddie, mischievous smirks taking over their once flushed faces.

“Now who would’ve guessed that?” Eddie says, making them both laugh. You feel like they’re laughing at you, but you’re too far gone to care.

Steve grabs your chin, turning your head back towards his and Eddie’s, smiles no longer on display, the air became thicker as you swallowed down the excessive saliva now coating your tongue. “You think you can take both of us at the same time, princess?” Your eyes widen at the thought of both of their cocks inside of you, it makes your stomach flip and you eagerly nod as if you’re a child being asked if you’d like some candy.

You’re by no means a virgin, you’ve had your share of one night stands and an occasional boyfriend here and there, but anal is still uncharted territory for you. You can’t lie that the prospect does excite you though, you would do just about anything they asked of you right now.

“Words, sweet girl. You need to use your words with sir and master.” Fuck

“Yes sir, yes master.” You said wantonly

“Good girl.” Eddie now had his hand wrapped around your neck, lightly squeezing

“This is what’s gonna happen.” Eddie starts “you’re going to lay down on this couch, while me and Steve get you ready for our cocks, how’s that sound, pretty baby?” His words are filthy, but his tone and smile are so soft, you could swear you were transported back to high school, they were making you fall in love all over again.

Love? No, no way. Don’t be crazy

“Yes, sir.” You nod, getting up from Steve’s lap

“Fuck, she’s so obedient.” Steve says to Eddie, like he’s enamored by you. Can’t believe you’re real.

They stand up, allowing you to lie down on the squeaky, old, black leather couch. As you lay, body flush against the cushions, you open your legs wide for the boys as they take in every curve, burning it into memory. Steve starts by taking off your stilettos, placing gentle kisses at the top of your foot, moving up to your calf and over your knee, stopping in the middle of your thigh, while Eddie palms himself through his jeans, admiring the scene in front of him.

Surprisingly, this is something Steve and Eddie talked about quit a few times in high school, they both wanted you. The time they smoked with you in the van, they were going to make a move but decided they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you were so shy and timid but Eddie couldn’t deny that little shy demeanor you had really got him going. They both thought you were beautiful, sweet and cute as fucking button.

They were disappointed after you all graduated and they still didn’t make their move, even at Charlottes grad party, but you had been on the arm of Chip Reynolds. Coincidentally, you also lost your virginity to him that night, after one too many shots.

“Can I take these off, baby?” Steve hooks his index fingers inside the red material of your g string, but looks up for your answer before he proceeds. You nod your head, while you bite down on your lip, granting him access by lifting your hips. The room around you feels hot, as you hear; looks that kill by Motley Crue booming through the club speakers.

Before Steve widens your legs, Eddie walks around you and Steve and takes a seat on the couch, by your feet. Not wanting to miss the view, they’ve been dreaming about for years.

“Open those pretty legs for us, baby.” Eddie says as his fingers walk up your leg, you gasp when you feel the spine tingling sensation shoot through you. You want to squeeze your legs together for some kind of relief of friction, but you know better. So instead you hike your legs up, like you’ve done so many nights before, for men who don’t truly see you, you’re a sex worker to them, someone there to appease their needs. You begin to wonder if that’s how Eddie and Steve see you now, but you can’t dwell on that thought.

You’re now bare and on full display for them, your juices creating a glistening coat on the outside of your well trimmed pussy. Steve and Eddie audibly groan at the sight, insecurity began creeping up as they gawked, but you didn’t know they were equally losing their restraint.

Steve’s the first to trail his hands towards your sex, slow and agonizing. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin, just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. When he finally gets to where you’re dying to be touched, he starts by rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, he finds your clit and begins slowly drawing small circles. They take in every expression and whine you give them, eating it up like the only sustenance left on earth.

“That feels so good, Steve.” Your mouth falls open as the pressure of his fingers on your clit, pick up. Finally giving you the right amount of friction you’ve been begging for.

Eddie starts taking his cock out of the confines of his black jeans, the tightness being too much for him to handle. As you hear the zipper you lift your head up, not wanting to miss anything. Once you’re met with Eddie’s cock, your eyes widen and your jaw drops, it’s fucking beautiful —

“Well thank you, pretty girl.” Eddie snorts

Fuck, you’re so far gone, you thought you said that to yourself.

But it is, so beautiful. About seven and a half inches, thick and veiny, the spongy heads an angry throbbing red, precum beading at the tip.

“See, told you, you had a nice cock, Munson.” Steve says, before sending you a wink. That mischievous smile making its comeback. The insinuation making your pussy pulse, as more wetness continues to glaze your outer lips.

Eddies cheeks, blooming a pretty rosy pink at Steve’s words. You could tell he was uncomfortable diving in deeper to the depths of what was said, and you didn’t want to push it, no matter how curious they left you.

“Can I taste your pussy, baby?” Eddie now asks, leaning in closer to your thighs, while he continues stroking his heavy cock.

“Yes, master.” You say, trying not to sound as eager as you felt.

Steve stands up and begins fiddling with the button of his red and black plaid pants, riddled with different patches, some you’re able to make out: circle jerks, misfits, buzzcocks and minor threat to name a few. They look interesting, maybe you’ll remember to check their tapes out whenever you go to your local record store.

Your thoughts quickly being broken by Eddie’s tongue swiping over your clit, making you moan out a “oh my god!” In surprise

Steve’s cock springs out, and bobs in the air. A little bigger than Eddie’s but not by much, the tip matching his best friends; angry and red. They’re both fucking beautiful, and you want them inside you so bad.

Steve starts fisting his cock as he walks up towards your face, “Aw, no complement for my cock, baby?” Steve mockingly coos

“You’re both beautiful, you and your cocks. Want them so bad.” You moan, as your hips buck up towards Eddie’s tongue, which is now fucking your hole, before moving back up to circle your clit.

“Mmm, that’s better, sweet girl. Now open wide for me, kay?” Steve says as he begins tapping his cock against your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, Steve audibly growls at your obedience before he’s plunging it into your mouth, he grabs a fistful if your hair working you up and down on him, just the way he likes it. Meanwhile Eddie, takes it upon himself to insert two fingers into your wet weeping hole, making you moan around Steve, the vibrations making his cock twitch, deep in your throat.

Eddie’s tongue continues lapping up your juices as Steve is fucking your throat, the whole scene making euphoria pass over you, as if you were high off the best drug. Their cocks were your drug, and they were giving you the perfect high. Eddie’s fingers hit that spot inside of you, that always has you gushing. You scream out, as he’s relentlessly hitting it. Both boys, slowly becoming more and more aggressive. But you did not mind, in the slightest.

Your muscles start tensing and your legs start shaking, as your pussy spasms around two of Eddie’s heavily ringed fingers.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight baby, I can’t wait to fuck you. Mmm, Cum for us, pretty girl.”

Eddie’s ministrations speed up, making your toes curl.

You release Steve’s cock with a pop, as you begin moaning and screaming.

“I’m cu-cumming, fuck don’t stop, master please!” Eddie’s fingers speed up, as wet squelching fills the room. You cum with a splash of wetness to Eddie’s chin and neck, making him growl.

“Fuck, you’re a squirter? Goddammit, you’re fucking perfect.” He’s so ready to be inside you, that he’s willing to spill all his dirty secrets and the feelings he’s harbored for you throughout the years.

Steve is on the other side losing his shit over the way you’re sucking his dick and the fact that you just squirted all over his best friends face. They needed to fuck you, want was out the window.

Eddie gets up from his laying position between your thighs, he brings the back of his hand to wipe the juices that he wasn’t able to lick away, while Steve pulls you off of his cock and back up onto your feet.

Steve sits down on the couch first, before his fingers are pressing into your hips and he’s guiding you to straddle his naked lap, having completely removed his clothes before sitting down. Once fully seated he takes his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes before he looks at you with eyes that could make you puddle right there on the floor.

“You ready, sweet thing?” He asks while he beams up at you, awaiting your answer but also admiring your beauty while trying not to blow his load at the fact that the girl he spent so much time admiring from a far when he was a teenager, is now seated on his lap, naked.

“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Your words coming out so sugary sweet, making his head drop to the back of the couch, as he does his best to pull it together. He’s never had this problem before, you were completely ruining him, making him feel ways he hasn’t for any other girl.

He lifts his head back up, looking you in the eyes as he takes your chin between his fingers, his other hand still stroking himself. “You’re such a good fucking girl, you know that?” He says with a smirk

Eddie’s off to the side, watching the whole display closely. “She is such a good girl? Isn’t she Harrington? I think it’s time we reward her with both of our cocks. How does that sound, princess?” You moan, while your hips grind down on to Steve’s precum coated cock.

“Yes, please. I need sir and masters cock inside me.” If anyone from your congregation could see you now, they’d think you’d been possessed by some sort of sex demon, the way you were moaning, groaning and writhing about on top of Steve’s lap, you even felt like it in that moment.

Steve finally breeches your soaked hole, making him shudder beneath you. As you begin sinking down on to his cock, inch by delicious inch, Eddie comes and sits on the back of the couch where Steve’s head is resting, he’s stroking himself with the most devious smirk, pupils blown black from lust. If you were being possessed it would be Eddie’s doing.

“Get me nice and wet, baby. Need to be able to slip into your asshole with ease, okay? The sloppier the better.” He winks, while you quickly obey. Opening your mouth and allowing yourself to sink down on Eddie and Steve, simultaneously.

Steve grabs the globes of your ass and starts his own pace while helping you bounce on his aching cock. You’re gagging on Eddie, tears rolling down your cheeks as spit falls from your mouth and down onto the leather of the couch cushions. Both boys eyes are rolling back into their heads, they’re in fucking heaven. In that moment they both have the same thought— they never want to let you go.

Eddie pulls you off as he wipes up the remaining spit hanging from your chin, bringing it down to stroke his already glistening cock, and rubbing the wetness over his balls before he’s behind you, opening up your ass cheeks and using his spit to rub his middle finger over your puckered hole. “I’m gonna put my fingers in first and loosen you up, a’right?” You look back at him, eyes all doe like, lips swollen and wet from his cock. Fuck, you were a captivating portrait of beauty, if he’s ever seen one.

“Yes, master. Please,” broke him out of his thoughts as he breeched your virgin hole with the tip of his finger, making you groan in pain and pleasure. Finally, his finger is fully seated in you to the second knuckle, while Steve begins rubbing your clit as he still fucks into you, “you’re doing so good pretty baby, so good for us.” Steve whispers into your ear, as Eddie’s finger starts moving faster in and out, you can’t contain the screams that are falling from your mouth. Steve continues— “I know baby, I know. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise you, it’ll start to feel so fucking good, okay? You’re gonna love it by the time he’s done.” His words making you bounce back on his cock and Eddie’s finger. “That’s it, princess. Fuck my finger.” Eddie growls.

“I’m gonna put a second one in, okay?” Eddie says as he slips the second one in with the first, this time it goes in smoother, sinking to his tattooed knuckles. “Oh, fuck-” Steve cuts of your moans by bringing his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, of tongues and spit, moaning into each others mouths as you get both your holes filled.

Once Eddie thinks your ready, he gets up from his kneeling position, holding out his hand under your chin as he demands you to spit, then doing the same to Steve. He rubs the mixed spit glob onto his cock for extra lube, he doesn’t want this to hurt you, he wants to make it as pleasurable as possible. Once it’s to his liking he lines his red tip up with your pink throbbing hole, he pushes in and fuck, it’s an indescribable feeling, but it’s so good.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Eddie groans, pushing even deeper inside you. “You’re so tight baby, fuck I’m not gonna last long, I’m just letting you both know that now.” He chuckles making you and Steve laugh, too. “I’m so close, been edging myself this whole time.” Steve says

Finally, Eddie is bottomed out inside of you, grabbing your hips but not moving until you give him the okay. “Just let me know when you’re ready, sweet girl.” — “I’m ready, please eddie, I’m ready.” He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back until you’re looking at him upside down. “It’s master, remember? I’ll let that one slide since you have two cocks inside you and you’re too fucked dumb, to think. But, next time I will punish you, do you understand?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You want to cry, not for being reprimanded but from the sheer pleasure of it all. “That’s my good girl,” he says leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

They both start pounding into you, it’s almost too much but you wouldn’t dare ask them to stop, not when the knot in your stomach is tightening and you can feel yourself reaching that ultimate high.

“Fuck, Steve I can feel your cock hitting mine.” Eddie growls, making Steve clench is jaw and throw his head back. “Mm, you like being able to feel my cock inside her, big boy?” Steve nods his head, while moaning out expletive after expletive.

Them talking dirty to each other while inside you, was about to throw you over the edge, along with their hands that wouldn’t stop rubbing and grabbing at your skin, taking handfuls of whatever they could.

You lean forward and put your head against Steve’s shoulder, while they continue to fuck you, the slight shift giving them better access to your holes, but also bringing Eddie and Steve’s faces closer together. Eddie smiles and winks at Steve as their cocks moved in and out in unison, meanwhile Steve grabs Eddie’s hair and smashes their lips together in a heated kiss. The smacking of their lips brings your attention back to them. It was so insanely hot, making you clench tightly around both boys, Steve pulls away first, “fuck, I think she likes that. You like watching me and Eddie kiss, angel?” Steve says in a mocking tone, all you can do is nod your head, as your high hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh my fuck, im cumming, holy shit.” You wail as you squirt all over Steve’s cock and lower stomach. Steve couldn’t hold it any longer, your moans and the splash he felt against his lower half, made him lose it. “I’m cumming, fuck where do I-” he says before you cut him off. “Inside, both of you, I want it inside please!” You whimper

Eddie takes your chin in his hand, turning your face towards his and kissing you deep and passionately as he follows right behind Steve, both boys empty themselves inside your tight, clenching holes. You continue milking them dry until Eddie pulls out slowly, followed shortly by Steve.

Eddie lifts you up and softly put you down so that you’re seated on the couch as he falls down on the cushion beside you.

“Wow.” You three said in unison, making you all laugh out hysterically.

Once the laughing stops, you’re all met with comfortable silence as the background noise from the club penetrates your ears, and you’re brought back to your surroundings.

Then the silence is broken as Steve asks, “So, what are you doing this weekend?”

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The Fall from the Heavens (34)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, mention of killing a lot of people, catching others having sex ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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It seemed to him that never before in his life had he felt such fury as he did that evening when an attempt was made to poison his wife. He ordered all the servants to assemble in the hall, and then watched as one by one they tasted the wine that had been prepared for the supper for his wife and their cousin.

Some of them began to sob, and some of them were clearly unaware of what was happening − however, he decided that he couldn't take any risks, and soon they were all lying on the ground, looking like terrifying monsters from nightmares.

Their eyes bulging and red, their mouths full of blood and foam, their skin at once purple and pale.

He ordered the guards to watch over his and his cousin's chambers throughout the night and to bring fruits and other things to eat that could not be poisoned.

They had to manage in this way until they questioned and found new servants, whom he was going to choose himself.

As he walked into his quarters, he saw Baela lying on his bed in the darkness, his wife snuggled into her, immersed in a restless sleep.

"− she just fell asleep −" She whispered, lifting herself to sit up, trying to do it quietly and slowly so as not to wake her.

He hummed under his breath at her words and nodded.

"− you may return to your chamber now − I have assigned you guards from King's Landing − they will watch over your safety all night −" He replied, wishing she would just leave them alone at last.

Baela stepped around him and left without another word.

He sighed heavily as he walked over to the bed and lay down beside her, pulling his eye patch off his eye beforehand, feeling the pain in his eye socket due to the stress − his heart squeezed as her body instantly clung to his, recognising him, her hands tightened on his leather tunic.

"− uncle −" She muttered, lifting the dreamy gaze of her eyes to him. He kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair with his palm, hushing her.

"− shhh, my love − sleep − no one will threaten you anymore −"

"− are they dead? −" She asked quietly, and he swallowed hard.

"− yes, my love −"

"− all of them? −"

"− yes −"

"− and what about Alys? −"

"− her life belongs to you −"

"− thank you −" She whispered tenderly.

He swallowed hard, feeling the anger and rage slowly begin to leave him, giving place to his horror and disbelief.

"− embrace me, Rhaenys −"

He sighed as her small arms embraced him tightly at the waist, her face snuggled into the hollow of his neck, her legs entwined with his. He sank his hand into her hair, drawing her close, feeling the scent of vanilla fill his lungs wonderfully.

His wife and his child were alive and safe in his arms.

"− how did you know? −" He asked quietly, although some part of him knew the answer.

"− she told me − she warned me again −"

He sighed heavily and kissed her forehead again, her body warm and familiar, his.

"− I could have lost you − you and the baby − I thought we were safe here − but I promise no one threatens you anymore − I will choose new servants myself −" He whispered and she nodded wordlessly, snuggling into him as if she wanted to melt into one with him.

His hand slid down her waist between them and stopped at her womb.

He thought he wanted to tell her.

He wanted her to know that whatever she brings out into this world, it would make him happy and grateful towards her.

"− I will love our offspring − even if a little girl with your dark hair is born − I will love her because she will be my beloved wife's gift to me and our kingdom −" He whispered, imagining in the back of his mind their daughter so similar to her with his violet eyes, smiling in the same wonderful way as her.

How could he not love her?

His niece's words snapped him out of his reverie.

"− I want to give you seven children − as many as there are gods −" She murmured, stroking his hand with hers. He involuntarily snorted at her words.

"− after this, will you stop letting me between your thighs? −" He asked lowly and heard her sigh.

He knew she was smiling.

"− I fear no force will stop my uncle from reaching for what he desires −" She cooed, lifting her head, meeting the amused look in his eye.

Little tease.

"Indeed."

He swallowed quietly, coming up with an idea that seemed mad to him at first.

What if they had both decided to stay in Harrenhal?

Then they would not be prisoners of any family, neither of them would feel threatened, stranded.

The fortress was theirs, they could do what they wanted with it − they could live in it.

He thought he wanted that for them.

Peace and quiet so she could carry his child in her womb in peace.

"Let us not return to King's Landing or Dragonstone." He whispered. "Let us stay in Harrenhal. Let us create our own legacy. Give birth to our child here. Neither of us will feel like prisoners then."

She blinked, completely taken aback by his words. She swallowed quietly, thinking hard, only to lift the warm gaze of her bright eyes to him again a moment later.

"Very well. It's my desire too." She said quietly and touched his cheek with her palm, running her fingers over his jaw. He closed his eye and let the air out loudly − a hiss broke from his lips as he grasped the place where the sapphire now glittered in his eye socket with his hand, feeling that piercing, burning pain in his skull again.

It felt like someone had hit his head with a hammer.

"− uncle? −" She muttered terrified, touching his shoulder, but he just shook his head.

"− it will pass − it always passes −"

"− is it your eye? − does it cause you pain? −" She asked tenderly, worried and concerned, her large eyes open wide in horror at his condition.

For a moment he felt that the pain had taken away his speech, so he just shook his head, letting her know that he just needed to rest for a while.

"− should I call the maester? −"

"− no −" He whispered with difficulty.

He lay down on his back, still keeping his hand over his eye, breathing deeply, reminding himself that this had always helped him.

He realised that since his niece had come back into his life the pains in his eye socket had stopped as if by magic − before, for eight years they had tormented him notoriously, most at times when he was angry or frightened.

It had been months since he had felt as much fear as he did that evening.

"− can I do anything to relieve you? −" She asked helplessly, sitting beside him, her hand stroking his shoulder reassuringly.

"− no − lie down beside me and embrace me − I need to calm down −" He muttered, and after a moment her body was already beside his, her head clinging to his chest where his heart was beating.

They lay like this in silence, not speaking for a long time, her fingers stroking his free hand lying on his stomach. He concentrated only on that − on her presence, on the warmth of her body, on her scent, on her touch, and he felt the pain become less and less stinging, fading further and further, relaxing his tense muscles.

They both finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

He spent the next few days selecting new servants. He had them brought from villages independent of Lord Strong, warning them that they were to be loyal only to him and his wife, on pain of losing their heads.

He ordered his guards to watch them closely and supervise how the food was prepared, lest someone tried to poison his wife or his cousin again.

Although impatient and concerned that Lord Strong had sunk to the ground, apart from that, he felt this relaxed and content for the first time in his life.

His wife was at his side of her own desire, free and thirsting for his presence.

He felt as he had when they were children − now she too sought his closeness, the touch of his hand, the embrace of his arms at the most ordinary, prosaic things she shared with him every day.

At night, too, she was able to show him how great her longing for his closeness was, even though she had him at her fingertips − although he took care of her devotedly in the evening, he could feel her fingers trailing over his face, immersed in a deep sleep.

He purred then, involuntarily cuddling her warm, soft body into his, entwined with his legs. His breath grew heavier, his senses sharpened as he felt her full, soft lips place tentative, gentle kisses on his chest, his cock pulsed and quivered as her fingers traveled up and down it in slow, steady strokes.

"− my wife can't fall asleep? −" He whispered in a hoarse voice, grasping her plushy thigh with his hand, putting it around his waist, pulling her closer to him. She squirmed as his free hand gave her an encouraging, short smack on her buttock, his sweet punishment for rousing him from the peaceful, deep sleep he had only experienced at her side.

He softened this aggressive gesture by seeking her lips in the darkness, joining her in a warm, lazy kiss full of their tongues and sticky moisture, sighing contentedly as her small, delicate hand clamped down on his root, squeezing and rubbing it skilfully so as not to cause him pain.

It took her embarrassingly little time to make him completely hard and ready to possess her − he could feel that his own wetness was already dripping from the thick, pink head of his erection, proof of how delighted he was that his own wife craved him so desperately.

Had another woman been lying next to him, he would have felt cornered and humiliated, as if she wanted to deliberately deprive him of control and dominate him − with her, however, with his tender friend, with his sweet wife, he felt at peace, desired and assured.

A murmur escaped his lips as her fingers guided his long erection against the heat between her thighs − they both sighed as he pushed against her puffy, leaking slit with a soft thrust of his hips, feeling his heart pounding like mad, already fully awake despite hardly opening his eyes.

Her little cunt offered him slight resistance at first, moist and tight − he opened her wide at the thickest part of her length, drawing a sweet, girlish cry of exertion from her lips, her fingers clenched on his back, her breasts, her hard nipples pressed against his bare, sweaty chest.

They were so close with each other.

"− shhh − there you go −" He whispered, thrusting deep between her swollen, fleshy walls pulsing with desire, welcoming him home, as usual wonderfully warm, making him feel safe.

Nowhere was he so comfortable, nowhere could he find a more wonderful refuge than deep inside her.

He didn't have the strength to pretend in front of her any longer, recognising also that there was no reason to do so − he allowed himself to be more vocal than usual, his panting and groans low and filled with relief.

His hand clamped down on her plump buttock, spreading her thighs wider, pounding into her delicate flesh with loud splats of her wetness and his seed that he had filled her with the evening before.

"− uncle − so good − make love to me −" She mumbled innocently as if in a dream, kissing again and again his chest, his neck, trailing her fingers along his back, waist and buttocks making a wonderful hot shiver run through him − his achingly swollen cock expressed his contentment at her closeness and treatments as it twitched hard inside her, her walls sucking it and clamping down on it greedily, soaking him wet.

"− f-fuck −" He breathed out and groaned low with pleasure as her puffy, wet lips clamped around his nipple, her tongue swirling around it making a wave of tickling pleasure run down his lower abdomen, causing him to quicken his pace, pressing his face to the hollow of her neck, clutching her fragrant flesh to his.

"− mghmm −" She whimpered as he tightened his fingers on her breast, wanting to feel, as he usually did for a moment before reaching his peak, how perfectly it fitted the shape of his hand, in response to what she was doing pressing and teasing her nipple with his thumb.

He didn't know when his niece was shaken by a wave of pleasure − her fleshy walls squeezing his soaked cock were enough to make his spend fill her again with his loud sigh of delight that left him speechless.

He kissed her forehead, feeling fulfilled and at peace, his heart and body filled with a wonderful, hot emotion, his affection for her, his devotion, his care, his eternal desire that could not be satisfied.

He knew she felt the same.

They both breathed loudly, trying to calm themselves, stroking their naked bodies, sweaty from the sudden exertion. He murmured lowly as he felt her palms travel up his buttocks and rise higher along his waist making him feel goosebumps.

If Maris Baratheon had touched him in this way, he would have felt discomfort − he would have thought that such behaviour was unworthy of a lady or wife, and he would have pushed her away, frustrated and discouraged.

Yet it was his childhood friend hands that stroked and caressed his body, it was her lips that roamed his bare flesh, giving him pleasure and a sense that she desired him as much as he desired her, that his scar and what had happened to his eye had never crossed him out in her eyes as neither her husband nor her lover.

This realisation, her care and the warmth of her embrace calmed him.

He fell asleep again with his face snuggled into her hair, her naked body pressed against his, his soft erection deep inside her.

It didn't bother her − on the contrary, he got the impression that it wasn't just about fulfilment. She, like him, enjoyed the feeling of him being deep inside her, of feeling him, of them being one flesh.

Woman and man couldn't have been more connected.

The following nights that he spent at her side were filled with their intimacy and peaceful, deep sleep. He only awoke in the morning, struggling to tear himself away from her, assuring her that he would soon return to her by placing warm, lingering kisses on her bare shoulders and neck, before getting up to attend to his duties.

After what had happened he sent Aegon a letter, and it took several days for his reply to reach Harrenhal. As it turned out, according to his suspicions, their grandfather was still acting behind their backs, and Aegon decided to put an end to it by locking him in his chamber, allowing only his most trusted servants and guards to approach him.

Several people carrying information out of the Red Keep, which was apparently then passed on to Larys, lost their heads, and their deaths were a warning to others.

It was Aegon Targaryen, not Otto Hightower, who was King.

For now.

Baela chose not to leave Harrenhal, horrified by what had happened, clearly wanting to watch over his wife − her presence frustrated him, but he couldn't underestimate her contribution to her safety all the more so when he had other things to attend to and wanted to make sure his niece or their child was in no danger.

"− it's slowly becoming visible −" She whispered to herself, stroking her belly. He looked up at her from over the parchments, snapped out of his reverie and hummed under his breath, extending his hand to her. True to her words, as she approached him and he placed his hand on her lower abdomen, he felt it swell, though it was barely noticeable.

"− indeed −" He murmured, for some reason clearly pleased. He leaned down and nestled his face into her belly, sighing heavily, her hands enclosing him in a tender embrace.

They both shuddered and pulled away from each other, hearing a roar in the skies. He stood up, walking over to the window, seeing a black blur approaching towards Harrenhal, gliding between the clouds, however, he was unable to recognise who it was.

Only after a while did he recognise the familiar silhouette and sighed heavily, looking at his wife resentfully, as if it was her fault that her older brother had decided to fly to Harrenhal.

He, his wife and Baela came out to meet him. Jace was visibly upset, as he jumped down from his saddle he quickly ran to his sister and locked her in his embrace.

"− are you hurt? − I arrived as soon as we received the message − our mother is terrified −"

"− I'm well, brother −" She whispered and stroked his back. He pressed his lips together and swallowed hard his jealousy at the sight, looking away, clenching his hands folded behind his back into fists.

"− how could you let this happen? −" He heard his enraged voice pointed in his direction and looked at him warningly, hitting the wall of his cheek with his tongue.

His wife intervened, seeing the look on his face.

"− Jace − that's enough − in my condition I can't be upset −" She said impatiently, using this argument every time she wanted to shut down a discussion that was uncomfortable for her.

Her brother swallowed hard and nodded, trying to control himself.

"− mother sends me to personally make sure you are not in danger here −" He said finally, Baela snorted at his words, clearly offended.

"− I am here and I informed you about what happened − don't you trust me? −" She asked angrily − Jace looked at her, embarrassed that he had only just remembered her presence.

He thought with disapproval that he somehow felt sorry for his cousin.

He, though eyeless and with a long scar on his face, was the only one for his wife.

It had always been that way and he knew no other feeling.

How humiliating must it have been when your future husband forgot you existed?

It was only when thinking about it that he reminded himself what he had seen a few days earlier and looked away, grinning mockingly.

He had left the fortress to meet his spies who had come across Larys Strong's trail − it turned out that he had been staying at one of the inns and then moved on to another place, paying everyone lavishly for their silence.

He felt he had him at his fingertips, that he would soon crush his head.

By the time he returned, it was late evening. Walking towards his chamber, he sighed heavily, running his hand over his face, tired and discouraged, comforting himself with the thought that his niece was waiting for him in bed, soft, warm and wet, that he would sink deep between her thighs and find relief in her loving arms.

He did not understand how married couples could sleep in separate chambers.

He would go mad if his wife spent her nights in quarters other than his.

He stopped, snapped out of his reverie by hearing sounds he knew well − he furrowed his brow, thinking with rage that some guard had just fucked a servant girl in an empty chamber, instead of doing his duty and keeping an eye on his wife's safety.

He burst in like a thunderstorm, the loud moans, panting and slapping of skin against skin continuing for a moment before Baela's eyes lying under the broad, muscular man found his in the darkness.

Something akin to a squeal of fear broke from her lips, her palms tightening on the man's back as he turned over his shoulder and turned pale at the sight of him.

"− Y-Your Grace − I −"

He turned, shocked, and walked away, looking over his shoulder, hearing them both curse under their breath and snorted, a mocking smirk on his face.

So that's what it looked like, he thought with amusement.

For some reason, what he saw made him feel better − his wife was already asleep when he walked into their chamber. He watched her peaceful face as he undressed and lay down on top of her, her eyelids parted and her body trembled all over in fear that someone had touched her.

"− shhh −" He whispered, pressing her naked body against the bed − he was delighted to see that, in an involuntary, natural response, her thighs spread wide before him, her fingers snuggling him close.

"− yes −" She mumbled, still half asleep, and he forced his way deep into her hot interior with one quiet, slow thrust of his hips.

She moaned and sighed beneath him, delighted that he was sliding into her without haste, clearly more focused on feeling her well than on experiencing fulfilment as quickly as possible.

He had long since learned what it meant to truly enjoy her body.

He thought as he threw her legs over his shoulders, as he leaned down and locked her breasts between his fingers, listening to the way his cock opened her sweet cunt with the loud clicks of her wetness, that he had something that neither Baela nor Jace had.

He loved and was loved.

That realisation spread through his body like a warm, wonderful wave, his lips, swollen with desire, joined hers, her fingers tightened in his hair. He quickened his pace, slamming into her with ever louder moans of pleasure, knowing exactly what he was doing to her and what was about to happen.

"− n-no − no, it's fresh bedding −" She mumbled, simultaneously trying to push him away while he pulled her to himself, her puffy nipples rubbing against his chest with each of his rough pushes.

"− why the fuck should I care −" He sneered, thrusting into her again and again with deep, sticky thrusts of his fat erection, feeling her moist, hot walls squeeze it with pleasure against her pleas.

Her response to his brutal thrusts was her helpless, girlish cry, her lips parted in despair knowing what was coming, her slick cunt beginning to leak from her moisture making him slam into her with loud, sticky splats each time.

"− ah − mghmm − u-uncle −" She mewled, digging her fingers into the skin of his shoulders, tilting her head back, letting go at last, allowing what he wanted to happen to happen.

"− thaaat's it, theere we go − that's my girl −" He breathed out, reaching his peak inside her just as he felt the wave of her moisture run down her buttocks along with her fulfillment.

"− u-uh − no − it's all wet now −" She mumbled out, panting heavily, unsatisfied and unhappy.

"− your husband will take pity on you and let you sleep on his dry part of the bed − hm? −" He muttered with a grin, her hand slapping his chest with regret mixed with amusement.

"− you do it on purpose −"

"− indeed −" He hummed and turned on his side with her, looking with a smirk of satisfaction at the large, colourless stain that had formed where her buttocks had previously lain, tightly covering their bodies with thick furs.

Neither she nor their child could get cold.

"− sleep −" He commanded and snuggled her face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

He thought back to that night, watching as Jace walked up to his betrothed and embraced her, which she reciprocated.

He thought, looking at them, that they were pathetic.

[experimentfae]

Simon Petrikov as you’re boyfriend headcanons

You and Simon officially meet when you were in the 20th Century Museum, he was teaching a girl about the time period.

You guys would have started out as friends but slowly started having feeling for each other.

He was actually the one who confessed first which surprised you since he didn’t seem like the type.

For you’re guys first date you both went to a drive in movie theaters, of course it’s was a romcom.

After couple of dates you two became inseparable and a official couple.

But you and especially simon wanted to take it very slow.

He always did nice things for you such as getting flowers, making you sweets with the help of princess bubblegum, taking you on some of his adventures and more.

When suddenly on one of the adventures you saw a bunch of snacks coming from these brown rocks and you decided to run super fast to avoid while laughing.

You looked back to see that Simon did the same he did but look like he was about to cry so you asked him.

He told you the truth about his past and about his late fiancé Betty.

You reminded him of Betty at that moment.

This made you finally understand why he wanted to take things slow and making sure, whatever decision you wanted he would do as well.

Of course you reminded him his choices matter too and we should do them once in a while as well.

You helped him slowly move on from Betty even though you know he will always care and have love for her and you accepted that.

He’s also told you as his time as Ice king which you could tell he hated to mention it but all you but old him the “past is the past no matter what I’ll always love you.” You has know idea how much relief that brought him.

He first kissed you when you guys where making dinner together which made you eyes go wide but immediately kissed back.

He also told you about his crazy multiverse adventure with fionna and cake.

You were shocked to learn that they were real people also found it cool that’s there’s different universes.

The relationship got really serious so he wanted you to officially meet Marceline, he did talk about her a lot so you were excited hoping she liked you.

You meet Marceline and you two instantly got along which made Simon happier and truly know that you are the one.

Marceline even told you that he talks about you Constantly.

This made his face turn red making you blush with a chuckle and kiss his cheek making him even more red if that’s possible.

He secretly asked Marceline for help to make a song for you

You loved the song it was very romantic.

Overall Simon and you’re relationship is very healthy and very romantic, of course some little bumps might come but you two always work it out.

you two are FR couple goals.

<- Back to MasterList or back to Fionna and Cake/adventure time

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Aegon II Targaryen

don't judge me, i've been falling in lust with tom glynn-carney. i blame him and his stupid handsome face.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), incest, sub!Aegon, praise kink, oral (m and f!receiving), orgasm denial (if you squint), dacryphilia, mentions of abuse

word count | 2.6k🤙🏻

It was the middle of the night when you heard frantic knocking at your door.

You were restless and hadn’t been sleeping anyway, but it immediately concerned you at who would be up at such a late hour. But you relaxed when you opened your door to see your brother, Aegon. 

Of course it was him, who else would it be? You should’ve known, he has on more than several occasions snuck to your bedroom to seek comfort in your bed, ever since he was a young boy. It looked like tonight was no different. His eyes were red and watery, thick tears streaming down his face. He pleaded to you silently, and you instantly knew what he needed.

You quickly ushered him inside your chambers, sitting him on the edge of your bed, taking his hands and bringing them up to your lips to kiss them softly. “Again?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aegon let his tears fall freely, unashamed in your company, sighing in slight relief as you cupped his face, your soft skin on his encouraging him to look at you. “It’s becoming her favorite pastime.”

Your mother hasn’t always been the gentlest person, having to grow up quicker than most children, being forced to marry and bed a man over twice her age. It hardened her, made her rough around the edges that often showed itself to her own children. She was never the most patient or compassionate mother, with her eldest least of all. Aegon would often take the brunt of her verbal lashings, even taking her physical punishments. Your brother would often come to your chambers with a bruise or red markings on his face, not able to stand being alone knowing you had the tender caring presence that your mother never had. It seemed like all of Alicent’s better motherly qualities got transferred over to you, being the youngest of her children, the one who was always babied whether you liked it or not.

You never understood your siblings' hesitance to be around your mother when you were younger, you and Aemond would often be the two who’d spent the most time with her, you absolutely adored her. You didn’t understand until you stepped out of line one day. Up until that point, you were always the most well behaved, always did as you were told. You just wanted to have fun, for once. Aegon had taken you out to the streets of King’s Landing to show you the culture, but you got caught and were immediately brought back to your mother. You had never witnessed such anger from your mother before. She yelled at Aegon until she went blue in the face, scolding your brother for putting you at risk, slapping him multiple times. She had even slapped you when you attempted to intervene, telling her you wanted to go with him. You and Aegon hadn’t been allowed to see each other or leave your chambers for a week after that.

Aegon was always extra careful with you after that night, caring, something he rarely showed others. He never wanted you to see that side of your mother, always having to see it himself, so the fact that it happened because of him laid guilt on his shoulders heavily. You were the only person he ever treated with such care, he was like a different person when it came to you. It confused you to see him treat others so rudely, then turn around and treat you like a queen. You had realized that he had a fondness for you when he came to your chambers the night of your eighteenth name day, finally expressing how much he adored you, feeling protective of you ever since you were born. When he was with you, he never felt like he had to drink or whore around to feel at ease. Your presence was more than enough for him. He took you to bed that night, whispering how much he loved you over and over again.

Every night since then, he had snuck into your chambers, craving your embrace more than wine. Or, if your mother had another lashing out, he’d come to you to bask in your love, love he never received from Alicent. Just like tonight. “What happened this time?” You asked Aegon, gently thumbing away some of his fallen tears.

He chuckled bitterly. “I made a joke, like I always do. It was about our cunt of a half sister.”

You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “You know I don’t like that word. And you shouldn’t call her that in front of mother either, you know she was fond of her once.”

“I can’t imagine how, they’re completely different.”

You smiled shyly, bumping your shoulder against his. “So are we.”

He finally smiled, albeit sadly. “Yes. Though, you’re not as annoying as Rhaenyra.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” You smirked, poking his face until he gave you a genuine smile.

“Alright, alright, knock it off.” He giggled, grabbing your hand and holding it to his heart. “I need you, darling. I need you to distract me, please.” He begged, sniffling and wiping away the rest of his tears, turning to face you with pleading eyes.

You shushed him softly, holding his face as you placed feather light kisses all over him, hearing him let out a quiet whimper as you finally connected your lips with his. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m going to take care of you.” Aegon suddenly became more forceful, his desperation pouring into the kiss, grabbing onto your waist with a bruising grip. You gently pushed him away, ignoring his growl. “Hold on, hold on, baby. You’re not doing that, not tonight.” He let out a sharp breath as you pushed him back roughly, straddling his waist so you could have more control.

Aegon loved to control you in bed, but more often than not, you were the one to take control over him, especially when he came to you after one of your mother’s outbursts. That’s another reason he loved you, you always seemed to know what he needed. He loved being put in his place, he loved pleasing you, having your approval. He often thought he could live his entire life underneath you. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?” You whispered, running a hand down his torso until you reached the laces on his trousers, feeling his already hardening cock push against the fabric.

“Yes, my love.” He whimpered, trying his best not to buck up against your hand as you undid the laces, slowly pulling down his pants. “Please…”

“Such a needy baby already.” You hummed, running your hands up his thighs, pushing his shirt up and over his head, rendering him completely bare underneath you while you were still in your shift. “Tell me what you want, love.” You cooed, kissing up his inner thighs, causing him to squirm.

“Need your mouth on my cock. Please, darling.” He whimpered pitifully, letting out a soft moan as you licked up the underside of his cock slowly, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. As you slowly took his throbbing member into your mouth inch by inch, the moan that escaped his lips was downright sinful it would even make the most lecherous whore blush. The beautiful sound traveled all the way down your body and made your walls clench around nothing, feeling painfully empty. “Need you to fuck me.” He whined, making you come off his cock with a stern glare.

“What? You’re not happy with me sucking your cock? Not enough for you? Maybe I should just stop then.”

“No, no!” He quickly cried. “Please, it felt so good.” You smirked as you got off your knees, pulling down your nightgown and stepping out of it, crawling on top of Aegon, him watching you with desperate glazed over eyes. “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

“I know.”

“Need you so bad.” Aegon whispered as he sat up to wrap his lips around one of your hardened nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“I know, I know, darling. But you’ll have to wait.” You yanked his head back by his hair roughly, biting your lip at the pretty little yelp he made, your desire between your legs growing rapidly. “You said you’d be a good boy for me, right?” You pushed him back down against the bed, crawling up until you lining up your dripping pussy with his face, his eager expression making a pleasurable ache twist in your gut. “So be a good boy and fuck me with your tongue, Aegon.”

You let out a relieved moan as Aegon immediately kissed your clit roughly, licking up and down your folds as you held onto his hair and tried to keep yourself steady. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and forced you down on his face completely, making sure you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to. But you absolutely did not have any intention to move, not when his tongue was working you to your orgasm so perfectly. He wasn’t always the best at it, but with your instruction, he became a master at pleasuring you. He always joked that it was the only thing he could do correctly, and if only he was as good at preparing to be king as he is at giving head. “Fuck, Aegon!” You cried out, rutting your hips against his face as he lapped at your clit like a man starved, pushing himself harder and harder until you had to pull his hair just to get some reprieve from overstimulation. “How do I taste, my love?”

“So good.” He slurred. “Sweeter than King’s Landing’s finest wine. I could get drunk off you."

“I think you already have.” You giggled, gasping loudly as he dove back in, moaning like he was being pleasured and not the other way around. “You’re making me feel so good, Aegon.” You smiled as he whimpered, loving how you praised him. “Fuck, I’m so close. You gonna make me come, my love?”

“Yes.” He whispered against you, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I wanna make you come. Please, come for me.” He whined, sucking on your clit hard until you cried.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You moaned as you rode his face, entirely uncaring if you were suffocating him or not, all you wanted was that sweet release. Aegon simply let you rut against his tongue, your arousal dripping down his throat. Your thighs shook around his face, spasming and trying your best to hold yourself upright as your release finally washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your body and a strained cry escaping your mouth.

You shakily crawled off Aegon’s face, seeing his mouth upturned in a boyish grin with your slick coating his lips and chin. “You did so good for me, love.” You kissed his forehead, trailing your lips down his face then neck. “I think you deserve a reward, hm?” You smirked, leering at his needy expression as you straddled his waist, ever so slightly grinding yourself on his cock, making him exhale sharply.

Lining up his cock with your entrance, you and Aegon moaned loudly as you slowly sunk down on him, your walls stretching strenuously in an attempt to accommodate his size, the slight sting making you whimper. Aegon threw his head back against your pillow with a sigh as you finally were able to take the last few inches of him, sitting comfortably until you started to leisurely rock your hips against him. You were in no hurry, knowing you had hours until he had to sneak back into his own chambers. You wanted to prolong this for as long as possible; you could already tell Aegon was starting to lose his patience, trying to buck his hips against you but you quickly placed your palms firmly on his chest to keep him from moving.

“Darling, please-”

“Shh.” You cooed, leaning down to kiss his plump lips, smoothing over the hair on his hair softly. “Just relax. We don’t need to hurry tonight.”

“I wanna come so bad…” He whined, eyes glazing over with tears, gracefully trailing down the sides of his face and creating a tiny puddle on your pillows.

“You are so incredibly pretty when you cry, my darling.” You smirked, lapping up his tears with your hot tongue, pulling away when he tried to kiss you. “You remember who’s in control here, right?” You asked sweetly, but keeping a dark glare in your eyes, admiring the way his bottom lip trembled.

Aegon let out a soft sob as you rocked your hips back and forth agonizingly slow, the cute noise sending a shock wave throughout your core. You didn’t even want to give him what he wanted anymore, all so you could hear those sweet sounds. But you were getting impatient as well, your pussy throbbing and desperately craving some friction. You both let out cries as you lifted yourself up and forcefully slammed back down on his cock, his eyes closed tightly and sucking air through his teeth. “Eyes on me.” You commanded, grabbing his jaw tightly. “Keep looking at me, love.” You spoke more lovingly, caressing the side of his face as you sped up and bounced on him in fervor.

“Feels so good.” He moaned, a quiet growl escaping his throat as he held onto your hips firmly, but it wasn’t quiet enough to escape your ears. You cursed as you started to feel another orgasm bubbling up inside of you, your walls clenching around him in a vice grip as the tip of his cock kept hitting that sweet spot in you. “Fuck—I’m so close. Gods, I need it so bad.” He begged, tightening his hold on you, afraid you’d deny him. But you needed another release as much as he needed his first one.

You let out a wanton moan as you didn’t hold back as you fucked Aegon hard, the sound of your skin slapping wetly against his echoing around the apartment, a blush dusting your face as your pussy made the most lewd noises. “You’re so beautiful.” Aegon whispered, looking up at you in awe. “You’re a goddess, my goddess.”

Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head as your orgasm washed over you, pure euphoria that made you dig your nails into Aegon’s pale chest and your toes curling tightly, not as tightly as your pulsing walls clenched around him. It lasted longer than you expected, a thin sheen of sweat coating your body as you held onto Aegon for dear life. You let out a breathy moan as you finally finished, an exhausted smile on your face. But Aegon hadn’t come yet, you ignored the overstimulation as you continued to bounce on his cum coated cock. “Are you going to come for your goddess?” You smirked, feeling his cock twitch inside you and watching his brows furrow as he let out a silent cry.

“My love, my love…” Aegon moaned, bucking up into you as fast as he humanly could, making you curse. “I’m gonna-” You quickly lifted yourself off of him, grinding your pussy on his shaft until he came with a low groan, spilling his seed onto his belly. You planted light kisses all over his face as he breathed heavily, smiling as you heard him chuckle.

“Was that okay?” You asked, gently pushing his hair out of his face.

“Of course, my love. I always enjoy you.” You felt quite proud of yourself as you laid down beside him, resting your head on his chest, sighing contently. He kissed the top of your head, breathing you in as he pulled you as close as possible. “You know how much I love you, right?” He asked suddenly, causing you to laugh.

“You’ve told me as such, in great detail, multiple times.”

“Good, just making sure.”

really in my "i can fix him" era

[im-only-here-for-the-fandom]

Dead Twins

so a dpxdc idea that’s been floating in my head for a long time.

i’ve seen jason and danny being each other’s alternate selves from another reality or father and son, but never as twins, i’ve seen danny being a twin or look alike to all the other batboys (mostly damian) but never with jason.

so they could be the children of the fenton’s but it’s easier for me to write them as children of willis and sheila, willis taking one child and sheila taking the other so she can get child support or something and once she’s done with him she dumps him in an orphanage, where tye fenton’s pick him up as a friend for their daughter jazz.

jason and danny both grow up never feeling alone due to a twin bond between them, when one was feeling sad the other would send happy feelings to cheer the other up, but they couldn’t tell each other’s thoughts or location, their bond streched thin from their separation. so when jason dies, danny feels the bond snap and he feels jason’s last moments, his sadness, his fear, his feelings of betrayal and helplessness at his situation, and it sends him into a depression spiral that not even his sister or friends can get him out of. he could feel himself dying, slowly fading from existence his body failing him at every turn, it wasn’t just depression, it wasn’t just in his head as his sister tried to tell him, it was physical he could tell .so when his parents machine fails and his friends ask him to go inside to take a picture he doesn’t argue even though he knows how dangerous it could be, knows that many of his parents inventions malfunction or backfire in horrible ways. so he doesn’t notice the protruding wire on the floor and trips pushing the on button on the wall as he tries to stabilize himself. he dies and comes back not knowing that when he came back his brother came back with him.

the bond comes back but it’s weak barley stable only assuring the other that they were alive. both being connected to death, to ectoplasm, danny a halfa and jason a resurrected revrent with a core.

their reunion could go several ways:

1. The Ghost King Way

enter world ending threat that the JL can’t defeat and need to summon the ghost king to defeat. danny apears in all his space obssesed ghost king glory, and instantly feels a connection with this strange man wearing a red helmet standing at the back the same bond he has always felt since he was born. jason also feeling this stange bond is very confused as to why his bond leads to the ghost king. they end up hanging out as their alter egos neither knowing that they are in facr twins, their bond strengthening the longer they spend time together. they first start out hanging out at the watchtower but later start hanging out in gotham, jason finaly has himself declared alive again which makes into the paper, that danny ends up seeing.

2. The Jazz Way

Jazz ends up working at arkham asylum much to her brother’s dismay and manged ti make him promise her not visit for at least a month. que her bumping into jason at the library or a coffee shop and sees what she thinks is danny (who she can also sense because she’s liminal) stalking her after explicitly told him not to follow her to gotham and she is furious, she pulls jason by the ear and starts to lecture him in the middle of the road, ‘i trusted you’ and ‘how could you’ and ‘you promised me’ and ‘why did you dye your hair like that’ ,and jason is like ‘lady who are you?’, his siblings are standing to the side laughing at him. jazz realizes that’s not her brother, she shows them a picture of danny and they all agree that they ate identical, and agree to set up a meeting. when they meet they realize that that’s who their bond conects to.

3. The Ellie Way

ellie is traveling around the world visiting all the famous places and decides to visit gotham and ends up seeing jason thinking he’s danny she barrels into him sreaming ‘DADDY’ and jason is very confused, like WTF, she soon relizes that this isn’t danny despite their ecto- signature being almost exactly the same if not for the weird corruption jason has, but decides to be a troll anyways and pretend that jason is her dad danny. she pretends to be very upset that her daddy doesn’t remember her, and shows them pictures on her phone of her and danny doing father daughter things, cuddling, playing. jason on the other hand thinks ‘oh my god did i have a daughter that i forgot about’. they take her home and run a dna test just incase (ellie is just waching the chaos, she also wants to know why he feels so much like danny) and while not a match for a father it is for a close relative like an uncle. with the her act done ellie tells them about danny and how he was adopted and they realize that their related.

-ellie could either be aged up by vlad or rescued and raised by danny before she was aged up.

*** or it could be dan too, actually it would be way funnier if it was dan. grown ass man proclaiming that you are his father, with photographic evidence. they might think he’s from the future or something. dan it just doing it for shits and giggles.

*** or both, both together is also funny, because they would squabble like the siblings they are and jason would have to act like a dad to make them stop.

4. The Ellie Way 2

in this one it’s better that ellie is not aged up.

after danny let her go on a camping trip with his parents while he goes on a business trip or to attend ghost king duties, ellie is kidnapped by meta children traffickers, after seeing her float for a bit. maddie and jack don’t want danny to worry or be disappointed by them try to find her without telling him. ellie ends up in gotham and ends up rescued by jason, senseing his ectoplasm that feels almost exactly like danny, and clings to him fully believing that he is her dad danny, and the only reason he didn’t find her straight away is because his ecto became corrupted. jason is now stuck with a little girl that insists that he’s her father going off of nothing but that he feels like her father so he’s her father. he ends up taking her to the manor and takes off his helmet and tells her “look at me, do i look like your daddy” to which she insists that yes he is her daddy. so they ask if she knows her dad’s number to which she answers yes, they call danny and tell him that they found his daughter, danny is predictably worried and furious because his daughter had been kidnapped and his parents didn’t tell him, he rushes over and the batfam is like omg they look really identical. of course the reunion between danny and ellie is tear filled, lots of hugs and kiss.

5. The Vacation Way

they go on a vaction to lets say the beach, with all their family, jason with the batboys and batgirls and danny with his parents sister and dan and ellie included.

*** jason and danny go to a food truck to get food with steph and ellie. because of the large amount of food they’re carrying they can’t see so they need some one to guide them back, que ellie and steph taking the wrong twin back to their area. both jason and danny ate very confused, who are you people. both families think that something must have happened because neither twin knows who these people are. danny is confused but all for having more siblings and another father, while jason doesn’t understand why a teenager (ellie) and a full grown man (dan) are calling him dad. they both go back to the food truck so that they could maybe trace the problems back and end up meeting.

*** or they could be swimming and end up in each other’s area.

*** or a volleyball game that got too intense, either from the trained batfam or ghost strenght/ectoplasm enhanced family.

for this it’s funnier if ellie and dan were older.

6. The Business Way

danny started a company with sam and tucker, and is heading to a meet with wayne enterprise in gotham. he gets there a few days early just in case, and goes around site seeing and end up meeting memebers of the batfam along the way, he doesn’t know who these people are but they’re very friendly and it’s freaking him out, meanwhile the batfam are very sad that jason is pretending he doesn’t know them even though they had finally put away their differences. it isn’t until the meeting that they realize no that is not jason. or tim who is ceo could think that jason showing up for the meeting is a very elaborate prank

-random snippets that could fit anywhere-

danny telling jason that he felt him die.

for angst both jason and danny having Y shaped scars.

when talking about their death they find out that when when danny died and came back jason came back with him (i got this from a fic where jason and danny were soulmates on ao3, i don’t remember the name if anyone knows that fic tell me.)

the batboys and girls acting as uncles and aunts to ellie and/or dan.

comparing crazy family shenanigans.

/each way could be an entire fic really but im to lazy to be fully invested in writing these as actual fics with good grammar and consistent updates./

feel free to use these ideas, but tag me if you do i really wanna what others come up with.

[thesithdiaries]

Reckless (Daemon Targaryen imagine)

Reckless (Daemon Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female Targaryen

Requested: No

Warnings: obvious incest come on guys we know this already, violence, spoilers for episode 1 of hotd, kids being stupid, typical westeros violence, i wont kill aemma in this

-

When Y/N was ten years young, she would get in a lot of trouble for misbehaving. She was never too pleased to follow the rules. The king and the queen never gave her any punishments, knowing she meant no harm and that she was having fun, after all, she was just a kid.

In one particular incident, she accidentally knocked over a small table with books when she was not paying attention. The only person around her during that moment was Otto Hightower and he had enough. He always considered her to be a spoiled brat with no manners, often pressuring the king to send her away.

“Insolent child,” he hissed, grabbing her arm roughly and making her shriek. “I am sick of you.”

“Stop it!”

“If you lay a hand on her again, I will gouge your eyes out.”

Daemon was heading out when he heard the commotion and decided to check what had happened. He immediately pushed Y/N behind his body, facing Otto, who looked as if he had seen a ghost. “My prince, this girl-”

“Is my niece. And you, out of all people, have no right to talk to her nor treat her this way. Learn your place because I am getting sick of you.”

From that day forward, Otto did not keep trying to get rid of the princess and Daemon became her protector. No matter what happened, whether she was at fault or not, he would always be there for her. Viserys knew exactly what he was doing but allowed it to continue, knowing very well that Y/N was quite possibly the only way to ground his brother.

-

Five years later

The dragonpit was filled with laughter that morning. Y/N was playing around with her dragon Armax. She supposedly went there to train and learn some new things from the dragonkeepers but it was just a ruse to get away from the castle.

Armax was a beautiful dragon with pale green scales. He was very playful and carefree, and he was often seen with Syrax, Rhaenyra's dragon. Y/N visited him multiple times a week, knowing he gets lonely without her there.

After he ate, Y/N rested on his front legs. They were both tired from the morning shenanigans. She jolted awake when she heard a familiar shriek. Caraxes. Daemon came home. She instantly felt joy as she spotted a red dragon landing outside. Y/N rushed to greet her uncle, excited to see him. 

“Daemon!” Y/N greeted cheerfully as he got down from his dragon. The rogue prince turned around at her call, a pleased smile crossing his features. 

“Y/N,” he opened his arms to get a hug. Y/N held him tightly as if he was going to disappear. “I have missed you, princess.”

“And I missed you too.” Y/N pulled away slightly to smile at him. “Are you staying a while?”

“I want to stay here permanently but your father will probably exile me again.” They both laughed. Viserys had exiled Daemon multiple times, only to accept his return later.

Caraxes went inside the pit and was met with a playful huff, which made him snort with annoyance. It was known amongst the family that Armax and Caraxes got along great but one lacked the patience to keep up with the other.

Daemon and Y/N walked to the castle together. He could not stop glancing her way. He loved her with all his heart. He could be described, by some, as a man with no feelings or regard for anyone in his life but that was far from the truth. Daemon valued his family and cared very deeply for each of them. However, Y/N has always been his favorite. He always brought her the finest silk, the most beautiful jewelry, amazing books, and anything she could desire. If she wanted it, she would get it.

-

The Heir’s Tournament was a success. While men were jousting and getting favors from the highborns, Queen Aemma successfully delivered a male child, prince Baelon. Y/N and Rhaenyra were both glad, their father got what he always wanted and now he would leave them be for a while. It was great.

One person that was not happy was Daemon Targaryen. His ego was crushed because he lost to a knight. He went to the Street of Silk to try and forget about the awful event. He had so many plans to execute after what he thought would be an easy victory but now he did not wish to do anything besides being with Mysaria and sink into his cups.

Back in the Red Keep, the celebrations were done for the night. The king and the queen were in their quarters, celebrating privately the birth of their son. Rhaenyra and Alicent were gushing about all the knights they saw. And the Velaryons had already retired to their chambers to rest, except one: Laenor Velaryon.

Y/N and Laenor have always been very close. They got along great and were protective of each other. Armax and Seasmoke got along as well since they often fly together. Y/N would visit Driftmark constantly to visit him.

They still had a lot of energy from the day and some playful jousting sounded like a fantastic idea when Laenor brought it up. It was quiet, probably the knights were changing shifts. They devised a plan early on: get the necessary armor parts and no saddles for the horses. There indeed was no time to do everything properly, it would take too long and by the time they finished, someone would probably know what they were up to.

Y/N and Laenor were quietly giggling at how small he looked with the breastplate on. Y/N got on her horse without hers, telling herself she would put it on after the practice run. Laenor got on his and the “match” started. 

It was difficult to keep their laughter down but it was very fun. They got comfortable after a few tries and kept going without breaks. As they were approaching each other, Y/N heard a gate opening. She turned her head to take a quick look and did not see what was in front of her. Laenor’s lance hit her shoulder hard, knocking her off the horse. She hit her head on the divider, dropping to the dirt with a sickening thud. 

“Y/N?” Laenor called out for her but there was no response. He got down and approached her nervously. “Cousin?” He did not even dare to shake her awake, remembering something about not moving someone that is injured. “Y/N, wake up. Please wake up.”

She did not wake up. Laenor tried for what felt like hours to no avail. He started crying for help, for anyone to come help them, alerting many Kingsguards that were close to the fields.

-

Daemon had returned after a failed night with Mysaria. He was looking for Y/N to give her a gift. He planned to give it to her after his victory but since it did not go in his favor, it had to wait. It was a beautiful valyrian steel tiara, adorned with diamonds and red stones, perfect for a princess.

The rogue prince was confused as to where she could be. She was not in her chambers, nor the library or the kitchens. He doubted she was out flying with Armax, knowing her father would not approve of her going out so late in the night.

With annoyance, he gave up on trying to find her. He resigned himself and accepted that he would just give it to her later. As he was heading to his quarters, he spotted maids frantically running along the corridors, one heading for Y/N’s bedchamber.

His blood ran cold like ice. He rushed there to find the maester preparing his tools. Before he could even ask what happened, two Kingsguards carried Y/N in. Daemon gasped in anguish, assuming the worst. Was she dead?

Behind them, was Laenor, who was crying. Daemon kneeled in front of him. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded, making the boy cry more. He wrapped his arms around Daemon’s neck. He wanted answers but knew Laenor was too scared to answer him. 

By now, the entire family was awake, waiting in the main sitting area for answers. The only ones allowed in the Y/N’s chambers were the king and the queen. Poor Laenor was clutching to his mother, quietly crying. He still had not said what happened but from what Daemon heard from the Kingsguard, it was all an accident.

It felt like hours after when the maester told Daemon and Rhaenyra they could come in. Y/N was laying on her bed with her shoulder and head wrapped. “Princess Y/N received a hard blow to her head and her shoulder is broken. For now, she has to be monitored, since I do not know the extent of her injuries.”

-

Y/N was awake a few hours later. The maester was fussing over her since she was lethargic and disoriented. Queen Aemma had left to rest, since she just had a child, but promised to return the next morning. Rhaenyra was sent to her chambers, although she did fight about wanting to stay with her sister. And Viserys went to talk to Laenor and his parents. 

Daemon was the only one left. He sat in a corner, staring at the girl. The anxiety and fear he felt were slowly turning into pure anger. He saw her move, wincing as she pulled and tried to get situated on the bed.

Y/N, despite how she was feeling, was waiting for him to say something. “Daemon?” She called for him, almost in a whisper.

He stood up, stalking over to the bed. “How could you do that to yourself?” He was mad and he was done hiding it. “You could have died tonight.”

“We were just playing,” she lowered her head to stare at her hands. 

“Playing? You call that playing? Getting on a horse with no armor to joust is not playing!” Daemon pinched the top of his nose. “You are so reckless. I never wanted to admit it but it is true. You have no care for your own life or others. Laenor could be the one in your spot at this moment.”

Y/N did not know what to answer. She knew she would get scolded but she assumed it was going to be by her parents or Rhaenys but him? He had never scolded her before. He always supported her crazy antics.

“I will tell your father to keep a close eye on you. You cannot be trusted.”

“This is not any of your business,” she challenged him. Daemon turned to look at her, his eyes darkened with fury. “You only do this to get on my father's good side.”

“It is my business, Y/N.”

“I do not see how or why it is.

“Because I love you.” What? “I have loved you for so long and it terrifies me that I could lose you any second.”

“You love me?”

“I do. I always have,” he confessed. “It pains me greatly that this is the way I had to tell you.”

Y/N stared at him with furrowed brows. “You are lying.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Yes, Daemon, you have,” she replied. He stood there, staring at the ground. 

“I am not lying about this,” he promised. Y/N still did not believe him. “I love you, and I will prove it to you.”

//

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[dellalyra]

❁ 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 ❁ - 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺

The room was deathly silent.

Megumi and Nobara were sitting, jaws dropped and eyes wide

They were looking after a 4 month old Akio while you and Gojo were out for a dinner date. Akio was teething, grumpy and red faced - and screaming his head off. They were at a loss, you had warned them about the teething but they insisted you and your husband go anyway. They tried everything to stop the crying, Megumi read books, Nobara bounced him around, Yuuji tried lullabies - nothing. They were all frazzled and Nobara and Yuuji had started to bicker on what they should do, Megumi was frantically googling how to help his little brother.

The crying reached a crescendo as Nobara and Yuuji bickered before a booming voice echoed through the room.

“Fucking hell, get the damn brat something cold to suck on!”

Megumi dropped his phone and Nobara just stared at the open mouth on Yuuji’s cheek. The boy in question had frozen with the baby in his arms - eyes wide.

There was silence as they all looked between each other, in a scene akin to the three Spider-Man meme.

“Imbecilic half-wits - one of you, get the Gojo spawn something cold to suck on before he deafens us all.” The face-mouth snarls.

Nobara sidetracks to the freezer.

“Sukuna - eh, how the fuck do you know how to help a teething baby?” Yuuji grimaces.

“Brainless dolt, I am a millennia old - do you think I have been idly wandering some simpleton’s mind as I am now for a thousand years?” The mouth has appeared on Yuuji’s other cheek now - Megumi is truly speechless because of all the people to provide childcare advice from, Sukuna would have been last on the list - but as he picks up his phone, the number one thing on the ‘How to sooth a teething infant’ article was something cold to suck on. He spins the phone to Yuuji who had the most incredulous look on his face.

“Silence the damned thing before he begins to speak as loud as his insufferable father.” The voice growls as it retreats back to whatever pit the King of Curse’s has made in Yuuji’s soul.

Nobara returned with some frozen breast milk to rub on the tired babies irate gums and Akio almost instantly settled, and snuggled into his Yuuji-kun.

When the sleeping babies parents returned, giggling as they enter the cottage - they both pause.

“Wait - Akio, he’s quiet? What’s going on? He’s teething - oh god, I completely forgot to tell you guys about the frozen milk!” You gasp.

“Oops! Let’s see, all eardrums intact? I might have 6 eyes but this kid might have six lungs with how he screams.” Gojo smirks, lifting Megumi’s hair as if to examine his ear.

“It’s okay, mom. We - eh, got it all figured out…” Megumi said as he tried to swat his father away who was swatting him in return.

“Yeah, it was all okay once we… got some advice.” Nobara added in, eyebrows still arched at the nights events.

“Advice? Oh, from Google?” You ask.

“Eh… no. From… Sukuna?” Yuuji said, tone full of bewilderment.

“I’m sorry, from Sukuna?” Your eyes widen and Gojo freezes giving Megumi just enough time to land a slap on his shoulder (nobody mentions that it actually hits the man, infinity comes off for play fighting your kid).

“Yeah - Akio was really sad and crying and we didn’t know what to do so Sukuna just said to try something cold in his mouth and um - it worked. We found the frozen milk.” Yuuji shrugged, smiling.

“Hey, Sukuna! If you can hear me, are you interested in a nannying position? Maid uniform mandatory but weekends off!” Gojo says as he begins to take his baby son from Sukuna’s vessel as the cheek mouth growls lowly. Gojo and you just walk upstairs to put the baby to bed, both hysterically laughing and imitating a Nanny Sukuna.

Babysitting sorcery babies is weird.

Especially when the kid has the weirdest family ever.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I get a 'Chocoholic reader' but the reader is obsessed with roses instead? With same eprsonality of reader and same characters ofc!

-Ask anyone who knew you about what would make you happy and it was simple, roses. You adored anything to do from roses, from the actual flowers, real or fake, to rose related items, like rose shaped earrings or clothes with rose shaped patterns.

-This made gift shopping for you extremely easy, as you adored anything that was gifted to you that had to do with roses, even if you already had something similar in your possession.

-Your love was common knowledge to anyone who sees you, even if they didn’t know you, as you always wore something that had roses on it, be it a purse, or a dress or even a fully rose related outfit, and you could easily spend hours in rose gardens, looking at the different colors.

-There were some, who thought you were a little bit too easy to please, that they could use that to their advantage, gifting you something small with roses, just to see you light up and smile so brightly, to get hugs in return, as you were rather oblivious to their ulterior motives.

-Luckily for you, you had two knights in shining armor who were ready to throw hands on sight to protect you from such unworthy scum. Two rulers- Hades the King of the Underworld, and Qin Shi Huang, first emperor of humanity!

-Your warm and bright smile, much like sunshine, quickly caught their attention and they both came to adore you and they were willing to protect you from others, except for children, as they couldn’t do a thing against children, except being amusingly jealous.

-They adored your joy, seeing you love something and appreciate something so much, always looking like a rose yourself- full of life, color, and beauty.

-When they started to court you, wanting you for themselves, you were unaware of their rivalry for your affections. They were willing to work together to protect you, but neither one wanted to share you.

-Beautiful bouquets of full red roses, then to bouquets of the rarer colored roses like purple, orange, gold, and black, which were stunningly beautiful, then to beautiful rose-based accessories or clothing items, which they would brag to the other about if you were wearing one of their gifts.

-You were aware that they both were courting you, but you were unaware of the rivalry they had behind the scenes, away from you, and you began to fall for both of them. It was rather embarrassing for you to be in love with two different men, but you were beginning to worry, as you didn’t want to have to choose either one of them.

-When they both visited you, each holding a beautiful bouquet, as they had tried to beat the other to your front door first, you were flustered, but they weren’t expecting you to start crying.

-Instantly they teamed up again, trying to calm you down, hating seeing you in tears,  ushering you inside and comforting you.

-When you were finally calm enough to speak, your face bright red, like your favorite roses, you confesses, telling QSH and Hades that you loved them both and that you didn’t want to choose between the two of them, and you were fully prepared to have neither, if that spared their feelings.

-You were holding your cheeks, even redder than before, moments later when they shared a look, then a smile before they agreed that they would share you, if you were willing to be shared.

-You accepted, much to their joy, but they did still have their fights here and there, trying to one up each other, which did make you smile, as you realized they loved you so much to get along to make you happy, because that is all that mattered to them. Seeing you happy.

[writingsofwesteros]

Can i request something for kinktober with robert baratheon and stark wife (ned's daughter). Maybe he is very angry about something and he needs to fuck his anger out, so he summons her.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“I had thought you were not a whore like my first wife.” Robert growled; his voice echoing in the royal chambers as the fire flickered across her face. A sharp cry escaped her as his larger hand came down on her bare, red arse. Those soft, ample breasts of hers swayed as she gracefully as she could reach for the wooden desk.

His dark chuckle came over her as he stepped closer. The feel of him against her back sent shivers down her spine. “So unfortunate.” Robert purred but his tone was dripping with amusement as his hand trailed down her back. His palm slowly moved up her thighs and cupped her sweet, soaked pussy and his chuckles only increased.

“Oh..oh gods!” Those pretty eyes of hers widened at the feel of him as his thumb tortured her sweet, sensitive clit. His free hand wrapped around those locks of hers before tugging them; the pain and pleasure swirling inside her drove her mad. The King only hummed as he stepped closer, crowding her from behind.

“Please…” Tears of pleasure were falling from her eyes now as two of his thicker fingers were pushed inside. His hot mouth was soon on her neck as he began to mark his pretty wife for all to see in the morning. Soft shivers ran down her spine as her body was beginning to shake; her stomach already tightened in anticipation.

Robert only chuckled as he pushed her head into the cushions. Her whines and moans of pleasure easily muffled now; there would be time for her cries to be heard soon enough, he thought to himself. “Now you are going to lie there and take it.” His hand came down on her arse once more before she was shaking again; her climax ripping through whilst his fat fingers fucked her.

His fingers were soon soaked as she squirted and gasped onto the cushion. Her delicate, ringed hands reached for anything to grab onto. A sharp gasp escaped her as his angry, leaking tip was slapping against her clit. “Please…R…my King…” Her words fell from her as she fought to look over her shoulder to him.

His dark smirk was all that stared back at her; that and those dark eyes of his that were now filled with hunger. His larger hands slowly moved towards her hips now as he abruptly pulled her against him; his fat, mushroom head pushing in her creamy pussy with ease. Her toes instantly curled as she mewled in pleasure.

Gods, he was so big and his larger body already crowded her some more as he slowly bottomed. His balls slapping against her clit as she bit into the cushion now; drool already forming. “Fucking slut.” Robert groaned, palming her arse in one hand as he slowly began to rock his hips. His own head fell back with ease as he enjoyed himself. 

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun.” Robert hummed; dark amusement dripping in his tone whilst she could only shiver and gasp out. Any words she wanted to form left her as her mind slowly began to soften. His free hand moved into her locks and grabbed a fistful. “I’ll have you full with my seed soon enough.” The King promised.

The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed around the royal chambers as did the grunts of pleasure coming from Robert. Those dark eyes of his looked down at the erotic sight in front of him as his pretty wife only whined out some more. Her cheeks prettily flustered as she panted against the chair.

With ease, Robert pushed her legs apart as he thrust deeper than before. A ring of cream forming around his thick length as the obscene, wet sounds echoed. His own stomach was tightening as the deep, ever growing hunger to claim her took control of him. “Good girl, that’s it..see, you can be good.” He cruelly taunted her some more.

His larger hand snaked around her stomach; smirk only widening at the feel of his cock pressed against her causing a bulge. Robert could not stop himself from pushing down and caused his pretty wife to spasm. Her mewls of pleasure only grew louder now as her body began to shake against his. Her creamy, tight pussy clamping down.

Her delicate arms wrapped around his neck as she collapsed against him. Robert’s greed continued as his larger hands palmed her bouncing breast before the other one journeyed south. His fingers easily became messy as her wetness soaked her inner thighs. Roughly, Robert began to rub against her pretty, little clit.

The sharp tugs of her pebbled nipples had his sweet wife whining out once more, much to his amusement as he continued his treatment of her. His body slamming against hers as he pushed that inch deeper. “Ahh–oh…ah.” Her eyes rolled; drool easily falling from her lips once more before he leaned in and passionately captured them.

Their tongues danced as he began to suck on hers. His own dark eyes fluttered shut as he melted against her. Oh how he’d gotten so lucky, Robert thought as he moaned against her sweet, plump lips. He was going to ruin her and enjoy every moment. Her hands grabbed at the chair once more as her climax ripped through her with ease.

Robert’s chuckles only had her blushing sweetly once more as she squirted around his fat length. Her toes curling and body shaking whilst his rubbing of her so sensitive clit never stopped. It was enough for her body to act as if it was possessed before his free hand pushed her against the cushions once more to take his own release.

“Fuck, that’s it…” His hand came down on her bare arse once more as she whined and fought to escape the intense pleasure coming her way. Still, the King only crowded  her, pushing his cock in as deep as he could go with the hard thrusts. Her own wetness completely coated him now as it dripped down her thighs causing her to shiver.

Her body only betrayed her as it began to bounce back and forth as his larger hand came down on her arse once more. A dark smirk tugged on his lip as his soaked fingers brushed past the place he had not entered her yet. Her body tensed and clamped down on his throbbing cock; threatening to milk him as he chuckled.

A sharp gasp escaped her when the cold of his spit ran down her body. “Oh this is going to be so good.” He grunted. Sobs of pleasure only escaped her as she whimpered and looked over her shoulder. Those soft, plump lips of hers parted as his thicker finger began to rub against her arse, teasing her without mercy.

“Please…please, don’t….” Finally, words seemed to return to her as she whimpered. Those big, doe eyes of hers locked onto him, which only pushed him over the edge. His fingers rubbed at her clit once more before one sunk into her from behind. “No..no..ah..” His cum flooded her with ease but his thrusts of both his fat cock and thick fingers continued. 

Still, she fought to escape him but the pain and pleasure were easily becoming one as his hips rocked. “Good girl.” His praises were whispered into her ear and soon his tongue was invading her hot mouth once more. Her second climax came without warning as they stared into each other's eyes whilst she squirted. 

Still, the King was not finished as his softening cock slipped from her ruined, creamy pussy. His larger hands grabbed her legs and pushed them apart once more before he leaned in. His hot mouth sucking on her clit in an instant. “Oh ..oh gods!” Her cries echoed as her slender hands grabbed at his locks whilst arching from the chair.

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 41

(Chapter 40; Chapter 42)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Stains

“You left me waiting for you, despite knowing what happened.” you exhale the smoke against the wall in front of you. “I’m still angry at you.”

“I know.” he looks at you and you know it’s soft, maybe even apologetic, even though you’re only seeing his gaze from the corner of your eyes. “And you’re so pretty like that.” he coos.

“Is that so?” you look into your lap and swallow, knowing if he continues like that you can’t stay angry at him for much longer. Knowing he’s going to punish her, makes you tame as a lamb for him.

Asshole.

“Mhmh.” he hums. “The way you clench your jaw, the way your brows are pressed together. So angry. So cute.”

Fighting hard not to blush instantly at his words, you smack your lips and squint your eyes at him.

“You should’ve seen me slapping that bitch then. I bet it would’ve made you hard.”

He stares at you for a second, his lip twitches in confirmation, before he lowers his head down to you. Red eyes glowing at you before he whispers.

“That’s what happened when I heard what you said to that brat.” he coos, while he gently strokes your jaw.

Heart squeeze.

Your face paints itself in a deep red.

“I wish I would’ve been there, seeing you snap like that. Would’ve loved to shove my cock into that angry, bratty mouth of yours, to push and fuck, until you’re choking. Until I see that fucked out face of yours again. It makes my cocks throb just thinking about it.”

“It does?”

“It does.”

His finger wanders up to brush against your cheek, as you drown in his eyes and words, hating that he can’t make you hate him.

Asshole.

Continue.

“I’m still angry.” you breathe.

“Liar.” he coos, before he leans in, licking your bottom lip. Slowly. Needy.

He sighs, before his left bottom hand gently takes his kiseru back, your fingers brushing against each others in the process.

“She made me bleed.” you mumble. “I want you to make her bleed, too.”

He chuckles.

“So demanding.” he grins, before he wraps his hand around your cheeks, squeezing them. “I’m gonna punish her as I see fit, Princess.” he continues, before taking another puff.

You keep staring and Sukuna huffs at the sight of your lips popping forward, the smoke escaping his mouth in the process, before he lets go of your cheeks.

God.

How you love watching him like that. Being a silly monster with attractive wrinkles in his eyes.

“Are you going to punish your Princess for laying her hands on one of your favourite subordinates?” you whisper into his hooded eyes, while his lips curl back into a smirk. A hungry one.

“If she wants me to.” he coos back, while he tilts his head and furrows his brow.

Your lips part, as you watch him and you nod, almost unnoticeable. He leans impossibly closer.

“Good.” he flares his eyes at you. “Still angry?”

“Always.” you lie a second time.

A purr escapes his throat, before he chuckles. Your King grabs your left wrist with his bottom right hand and pulls you towards him, onto his lap.

And you let him.

With your right hand you pull up the fabric of your kimono, to straddle him. Sitting down on his cross legged thighs, he grabs your ass and pulls you flush against him. You gasp, as you feel his bulge beneath your cunt. So incredibly hard and huge, as his dicks press against the straining fabric of his pants beneath his kimono.

You almost feel his pulse.

Throb.

Sukuna’s previous actions and words already made you feel wet between your thighs, but now feeling how needy he is for you, makes you clench against the fabric of his robe.

His precious robe.

“Your kimono is going to be a mess, my King.” you breathe, while he leans back, propping himself up on the elbows of his upper pair of arms. “Because I can feel you being hard for me. They’re making me so wet for you.”

“Soaking.” he corrects you, his voice a breath, while you feel him shifting his legs behind you.

“Soaking.” you repeat even quieter, before he gently bucks his hips up, his bulge pressing harder against you. You fall forward, your small hands meet his chest for support.

“Ah!” you whimper at the friction and you know you already left a stain. The white fabric feels so soft against your bare folds, just like his bare skin.

His hooded red eyes watch you intently, as he bucks his hip another time, only to give you a little bit of friction. His chest keeps rising and falling beneath your hands and you see him opening his mouth slightly.

He‘s enjoying this.

You breathe heavily, while sitting on top of him and after a moment, you notice his motions became still. Desperate eyes find red aroused ones, pupils blown, before Sukuna nudges his head in your direction.

Oh.

His bottom pair of hands find your knees and his fingers brush against them over and over again, so gentle, before you start moving.

Ride me, the moment on his throne replays in your head, as you start to slowly rub yourself against him.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Sukuna keeps watching you, his facial features twitching in arousal and his breath becoming audible, just like yours. You start to moan silently.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

It’s quiet in your room, only your aroused breaths and the friction on the fabric is heard. You feel your cheeks burning, as you keep looking into Sukuna’s lust ridden face.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Your movement causes a small wrinkle to form in the fabric under your oozing cunt. It pokes into your hole again and again. With every motion you make.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Thighs start to tremble, as the feeling in your cunt increases. The little wrinkle keeps moving, his dicks start twitching.

“Oh god.” you whisper, as you let your eyes fall shut to drown in the pleasure, as the knot in your abdomen keeps tightening and tightening.

Sukuna groans at this needy sight of yours and you notice his fingers now digging harshly into your knees and the flesh of your thighs. Feeling his legs shifting, you open your eyes slightly, still looking down and see how he impatiently fiddles with his remaining fingers. You look back up to his face, his facial expression so sinister and tense.

He’s about to snap. He can barely control himself.

“My Ki-“

“Keep going.” he growls aggressively, while bucking his hips up into you another time, making you squeak loudly.

“Agh!” you whine, as you continue to work yourself on his fabric.

You feel good, but you’d feel better with his cocks pounding you into unconsciousness. They twitch under your cunt and you keep rubbing yourself, while your hands find his face and you lean forward.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Let’s just fuck.” you whimper quietly. “P-Please, my Love.”

He’s tensing up, you feel it so intensely, but he just sneers at you.

“I said keep going.” he growls, before the hands on your knees suddenly find your ass, before he starts rubbing you harsher against him.

You moan loudly, his actions being so unexpected and rough.

Back and forth.Back and forth.Back and forth.

“Fffuck.” you moan. “Please, my King, I need you inside me.” you whine into his face, while your hands find their way back to his chest, fingers crawling inside of his kimono and pushing the fabric apart, ready to undress him. His cocks twitch heavily beneath your cunt and it’s almost enough to send you over the edge. Sukuna doesn’t respond to your plea, just grunts and growls at the friction and the sight of you. That tiny wrinkle tickles and probes against your hole.

You’re close.

Back and forth.Back and forth.Back and forth.

“Is this my punishment?” you whine so close to your orgasm, while he keeps moving you, so desperate to make you cum against him.

“No. It‘s mine.” he growls, moving faster. “For making you wait for me.”

“Wha-? AAAhh!” you cum hard against his white kimono, creaming all over it with your essence, your hole desperately trying to grab and clench around his dicks beneath. He groans in sync with you, watching you come undone on top of him.

You pant heavily, almost unable to hold yourself up against his chest. The orgasm was forceful, but not as satisfying as it would’ve been with his dicks inside you.

You’re still hungry.

Sukuna, being breathless himself, gently pushes you off his lap, only to reveal a creamy stain on the white fabric. Just like you expected. A hand on his palm forms, to lick up the mess.

You let yourself fall and roll onto your futon right next to you, before you elevate your head and watch him.

“What were you saying?” you ask breathlessly, while Sukuna stands up. His words were so unexpected, but so hot to you.

“Your punishment comes later.” he mumbles, while he throws you an angry glance and walks out of your chambers without further explanation.

Your door slides shut.

What?

Confusion paints your face, before a giggle builds up in your throat and you can’t help to let it out.

“What a bastard.” you laugh to yourself, while thinking of his angry face as he walked out. “Ahahahah, so angry and so horny.”

You look down and see your exposed legs and cunt, before throwing your head back in another wave of laughter.

“His punishment. Ksksksksks.” cheeks already start to hurt, before you turn around on your stomach. “What a cute bastard.”

You calm down and think about the punishment you’re going to receive. At your call. You think and think and slowly, a specific thought comes into your mind and you smile to yourself.

Where did he go? With that stain on his kimono?

You snort at your thoughts, before you remember, that you’re still bloody all over your face. Getting up, you go to the bowl of water and undress yourself. Taking the cloth, you start cleaning yourself, your face, your tits, beneath your armpits, between your thighs. After you’re clean, you put on a new kimono and decide to search for Akiko, to apologise one more time for your behaviour.

Walking into the halls and past the garden, you see that it’s already evening.

Maybe she’s gonna get his dinner soon.

Looking around in this section of the shrine, you can’t find her. You turn and walk to the door that’s leading to the throne room. Opening the door quietly, you can hear voices mumbling, before you poke your head in.

Sukuna is sitting on the top of the mountain of skulls upon his throne, Uraume is standing right next to him and they seem to discuss something, but you can’t make out what it is. The faint echo of the halls making it impossible to understand it. Your King immediately stops talking as soon as he notices you. A familiar squeeze on your heart gently knocks the breath out of you, before he nudges his head to you, motioning you to keep out.

“My apologies.” you say, bowing your head and closing the door in front of you again.

You sigh.

What kind of business?, you ask yourself again, while walking into the other part of the shrine.

He just keeps sitting on his throne with a pussy stain on his robe. Just like that. He must be horny.

Once again, you snort at your own thoughts, while heading to the kitchen. Chewing on your lip, you hope to find Akiko soon, since you’re not allowed in this section of the shrine at this time of day.

You keep walking and suddenly, a familiar squeaking rolls over the stone floor. Nervously, you keep looking until Akiko turns around the corner with his dinner, exactly as you hoped.

“My Lady!” she whispers, relieved to see you.

“Akiko!” you smile at her quietly. “Are you okay? What happened in the kitchen?”

She stops to tell you about it, but you motion her to keep going in order to get out of these halls.

“I’m okay, she wasn’t in the kitchen. The maid commented that she’s been in her room all day.” Akiko explains.

“Huh.” you hum in surprise.

“I got his dinner and quickly went out. The atmosphere seemed a bit tense.” she continues and you eye her with worry.

“Be careful, yes?” you say seriously.

“I will, my Lady.” she responds and bows her head slightly.

Both of you turn the corner to the hall leading to his chambers, as suddenly the doors to the throne room open. Sukuna walks out along with Uraume behind him. Your eyes meet, before you vanish behind the corner. The speed of his footsteps increase slightly, until he appears walking next to Akiko, looking down to her.

“Mhm. Dinner.” he coos, looming over her and flashing his teeth in a grin, unable for her to see since she lowered her face.

You glare at him, while his upper pair of eyes seek your face, his bottom pair of eyes stay pinned at Akiko. He starts chuckling at your sinister face, while the three of you keep walking to his chambers.

Not a further word is spoken.

The sound of his door sliding shut.

The cart in the middle of the room like it should be. Akiko left. Only a human and a curse left in this room.

You stand at the opened garden door, watching the sunset, while you hear clatter of the plates and how Sukuna starts to eat.

Dinner.

“Are you growing impatient?” you ask. “To eat her I mean.”

Crack.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer to, Princess.” he munches.

Your heartbeat skips. His answer makes you grow nervous.

“Unfortunately, I told you that it’s gonna happen whenever you like me to.” he continues, calm. “So, do as you please. She’s yours.”

You huff.

He was just messing with me.

Sukuna’s munching sounds grow louder in your head, as if you’re standing right next to his stomach mouth. Indulging, feasting, devouring.

“Why don’t you just eat that bitch?” you mumble quietly to yourself, not even intending for him to hear it.

The sun sets, the sky turns dark, the nature of the night starts to sing.

Sukuna swallows.

“I told you.” he grumbles.

“Did you? Not really.” you respond, still having your back turned to him.

A pause, until his feet start walking up to you, until you suddenly feel his hand grab the back of your neck and his lips against your ear.

“Don’t question me.” he whispers, his tone threatening. You turn around to him and muster his face for a second.

“I do as I please.” you whisper back. Confidently.

His lip twitches, before you feel the incredible need to press your lips against his.

And you do.

He groans against the kiss, if it’s out of anger or arousal, you don’t know, but you press yourself harder against him. The kiss is hungry, he bites your lip and you lick his tongue, tasting the remaining blood of his meal. The taste ignites something in you. His hand shifts, chocking your throat now and you grow weak. His other hands grab your body too, your waist, your ass, the side of your ribcage. You feel the blood flow to your brain decrease, makes you dizzy in your head and willing to be overpowered by him. Hungry hisses and groans are exchanged between your open mouths until you break the kiss.

“You said you’re going to punish me if I want you to.” you stare hungry into his eyes. Sukuna impatiently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, before he nods. His expression turns so needy, his brows furrowed, his pupils blown.

He needs to fuck. And I want, too.

But not here.

“Please walk with me first, my King.” you mouth against his cheek, before stepping away from him. His grip on you loosens up, letting you know he admitted to your plea. With a final look into his eyes, you turn around and walk to the door.

Your hand slides the door open and you pause, turning your head slightly to your King.

“My punishment isn’t due in your chambers.” you say, before you start to walk into the halls.

Into the darkness, so quiet.

Sukuna follows you, only a few steps after you and still you feel this incredible menacing energy looming over you.

He needs you as much as you need him.

Needs to fuck you, as much as you want to be fucked.

And you know exactly where you want it.

Because you’re ready for war.

You walk and walk, with a slow pace, step by step. At the end of the halls, you turn right and open the door. Sukuna keeps following you wordlessly. Your fingers find the knot of your obi, untying it and throwing it on the floor.

A dark, but quiet purr escapes his chest and you keep walking. Another step and you start to undress your robe, leaving every piece of your kimono on the floor, until you’re naked. Your exposed skin, engulfed in darkness, only to be shined upon the moonlight through the spaces of the wall.

Almost there.

As you reach the desired door, you turn around and you see how Sukuna’s tall figure increases his speed and walks towards you. Fast.

Step. Step. Step.

He approaches you, hoists you up and slams you against the wall. His mouth smashes against yours, purring and devouring you in the darkness of these halls.

So impatient.

You throw your arms around his neck and let yourself drown in his actions. He presses himself so hard against you, it almost hurts. Kissing you so deep and intensely. So needy and hungry. Lips and tongues and teeth meeting each other to eat and feast without consuming. His cannibalistic saliva suddenly tastes so good to you, so special and sweet.

Oh god how much it turns you on.

Your hands are rushing to his kimono, parting the fabric on his chest. Fingers slipping under his robe, feeling his muscles underneath, the way he breathes so fast and the way his heart beats in excitement. Your hands slide up to his neck and get a hold of his face, before you break the kiss.

“Thank you for those motherfucking kois.” you breathe in a raspy voice, before he slams his lips back onto yours. His bottom pair of hands that are holding you up, squeeze your ass and press you harder against him. Your cunt drools onto the fabric of his kimono again, until you feel his stomach tongue slipping out through the gap of the fabric.

“Ah!” a muffled cry into his mouth makes him groan back against yours, as his tongue penetrates your cunt.

“Go on, let me know how well I’m treating you, Princess.” he breathes against your opened, moaning mouth. “Before I’m gonna pound these little holes so hard you won’t be able to speak.”

You gasp at his words and the feeling between your thighs. Even now you’re almost speechless, as he keeps tongue fucking your soaking hole.

“You treat me so well …hah… Almost like…” you pant, moaning and whining in between, feeling his tongue swirling around in you. “As…As if I’m your Queen, my King.” you dig your nails into his neck.

A satisfied groan escapes his throat, before he starts kissing and licking at your neck. So hastily and impatient, as if he’s got no time to lose anymore. You squeeze your arms around his neck in pleasure, before you whimper in his ear.

“Take me inside, my Love.” you bite the shell of his ear. “Take me hard.”

“Oh yeah?” he bites down your collarbone, before he leans back and grabs your jaw. “As you wish, Princess.” he hisses, before he opens the door to the kitchen and walks inside with your legs still wrapped around him. Sukuna kisses you, his motions turning more and more aggressive, before he harshly slams you on the wooden counter in the middle, causing it to move and scrape slightly across the floor, shoving off all the cutlery, utensils and plates that were sitting on the surface. They hit the ground, so loud, bursting and clashing, while Sukuna’s lips never leave yours. You hear apples roll around, before the sound of Sukuna flicking his fingers hits your ear. A spark ignites the one candle that’s still been sitting on the eating table in the corner. It’s not bright, but enough for you to see that huge curse in front of you, orange colours flickering against his figure, while his eyes stare so hungry at you. Sukuna is about to make you his once again.

In their kitchen.

And it’s exactly what you want.

He keeps kissing you roughly, before he pulls at your feet, making you fall off the counter again. With a harsh movement, he turns you around and bends you over it, while you hear how his other hand hastily pushes down the pants beneath his kimono to finally free his throbbing dicks.

Slap!

His other right hand stings at your rear and you whine, before you feel him grab your hips and pulls your ass further up to meet his dicks. Another hand of his grabs the back of your neck, pressing your face against the surface you’re lying on. Your mind can’t follow what’s happening, almost clouded from him manhandling you like that and you love it. The pleasure overrides your brain.

Spit!

Sukuna’s saliva meets your clenching asshole and he groans at the sight. You feel it dripping down to your soaking pussy and you’re ready, so ready for him. He guides the tip of one of his dicks and rubs it against your tight asshole, coating it with his spit, before he starts to push. Asshole only.

And you whine, it’s been a while since you took his dick in your ass, but you trust him not to hurt you. His ragged breathing turns you on more and more, as he keeps pushing and pushing. You almost feel his hands trembling on the parts he has his grip on you. Suddenly, another hand joins. You feel a tongue lick against your slowly stretching hole, licking and wetting it more and more and you moan. It feels better and better with every second, the stretch and pressure of his dick inside you, the tongue easing the pain his girth brings with.

“You’re so good to me, my King, my Love.” you moan, desperately searching for something to hold on to.

“Ahhh…” Sukuna groans deeply at your words, his voice jittering and you know he’s still holding back.

He keeps pushing and pushing and soon, you feel him fully inserted in you, twitching in you.

“Sing into my ears.” he growls “…if you can.”

And suddenly he starts pounding your hole so hard, that a scream escapes your throat, before it knocks the wind out of your lungs.

Spit!

He smacks his lips and another load of spit meets his moving cock, coating it more and more. You’re gasping, want to moan, but nothing comes out, as he takes you so good and hard, just like you wanted. Nails scratch across the wooden surface, leaving marks, before your hands desperately try to grab around the edge in front of you, to get a grip on reality, to stay in the here and now, but he doesn’t let you.

“Not going anywhere, Princess.” Sukuna growls, as he notices your attempt and grabs your wrists with his left upper hand and crosses them behind your back. You can’t move, hands pinned behind your back, your face being pressed against the counter, your feet dangling in the air from the way he’s holding your hips. Suddenly, your mind comes back, as you start to feel his balls slapping harshly against your clit with every thrust.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

Pleasure doubles and shoots through your body like lightning, making you come back to life, making you start to scream and shake of pleasure and arousal.

“That’s right, y/n. Keep singing.” he growls, while he keeps pounding and his balls keep slapping, echoing in the whole room. Your cunt clenches, so needy, so desperately. It drives you fucking insane.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

“Fuuuu-ah-ah-ah-ckkkk!” you cry, as the motion makes you start to drool on the counter beneath your face. He chuckles at the sight.

“Nasty bitch.” he growls. “Been thinking about you all day. This fucking stain on my kimono being the constant reminder of how much you want me.” he leans down to your ear. “Being the constant reminder of how much I want you.”

“Oh god.” you moan loudly.

“Of how much I need to feel and fuck you…” he keeps cooing, while emphasising every word with a thrust. “…need to devour you.”

A moan gets stuck in your throat, as you hear his words and your heart skips a beat. You press your eyes shut, your brows furrowed in pleasure, while your mouth is wide open, as he keeps ramming himself into your ass like an animal. You feel you’re about to cum any second and not at all during this sweet torture that he keeps putting you in.

And suddenly he stops.

You rip your eyes open, inhale loudly as if you’ve been underwater for too long. Going slow now, stroking soothing circles on the skin of your hips with his fingers.

So cruel.

So sensual.

He presses your ass against him, and you feel the length of his upper dick poking against your tailbone. A loud, raspy exhale escapes his throat, as he starts to roll and circle and sway his hips, reaching into you so deep, making you feel like he’s moving your insides. His bottom dick inside you twitches and you gasp. A high pitched whine shoots through your chest every now and then, as he keeps moving and moving. Lustful growls and snarls echo in your ears, making you grow wetter and wetter by the second, making you feel as if the juice of your cunt is going to drip down to the floor soon. And you hope it does.

You tremble in his hold, his ragged breathing letting you know he’s close.

“You want me so bad?” you whine. “Just tell me that you’re mine.”

With all the sanity you have left in you, you start circling your ass around his cock. Sukuna moans at your actions and lets go of your neck and wrists and hips, to get a better look at what you do to him.

Circle. Circle.

“Fffuck… look at you.” he whispers.

“I know you could. I know you are.” you continue teasing him. After a moment, he groans loudly.

“Not yet, my Princess.” he hisses.

Circle. Circle.

“Are you close?” you moan.

“So close.” he admits with a jittering voice.

With his answer, you stop your motions and carefully roll onto your back, keeping his cock inside your ass. Sukuna hisses and you clench, as you see his lust ridden face and his tattooed chest beneath the parted fabric of his kimono. The left side of his robe almost falling off his shoulders.

It looks so messy. So untidy.

So sexy.

You spread your legs and wrap them around him, pulling him a step closer to you. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach for his upper dick with your left hand and stroke it a few times, before you lead it to your unattended cunt. Instinctively he slides through your slick a few times, coating his dick with your essence. You gasp, before you look at him seductively.

“Make sure they’ll hear it.” you mutter and his red eyes flare up, as a sadistic grin spreads on his face.

“So this is what this is about.” he hisses, while he finally inserts his upper dick into you. “Gonna use me to get revenge for that fucking brat.”

His grin.

He looks so proud.

You can’t hide the smirk that crawls into your face, before Sukuna grabs your hips again and starts fucking you in a steady pace. The friction in your needy cunt distorts the look on your face back into pleasure. Your mouth is opened wide, your brows furrowed in lust, while you keep staring at him. His lip twitches at your sight and your bouncing tits and your eyes wander down his torso, how it moves beneath the fabric of his kimono. You could cum at the sight of him alone.

“So fucking hot.” you mumble, as you look back into his eyes and his grip on your hips grows tighter. “Fucking me so good, so so good.”

“Argh” he growls, while his eyes pierce into yours, his expression starts to mimic your pleasured one.

You lay down on your back, tilt your head at him and lick your upper lip slowly and seductively.

“Divine.”

His lip twitches, before he growls loudly at the sight of you. Sukuna increases his pace, before grabbing your tits and squeezes them with his upper pair of hands.

“Look at you. My sweet Princess. So fucking devious.” a groan that turns into a chuckle. It makes you grin back at him, although you have to concentrate so intensely not to melt from his motions.

Slap!

A harsh thrusts makes you moan out loud, makes the counter move again, makes you almost lose composure. Sukuna starts to pinch your nipples.

“Doing such filthy things ’cause she wants to be my little Queen so so bad.” his raspy voice, you could cum any second. Sukuna moves his left hand from your nipples up to your faces and pushes his thumb into your mouth. You suck and lick mindlessly, like the needy whore you are for him.

And he enjoys it so, so much.

You moan around his thumb, making him moan out loud, while he keeps thrusting and thrusting.

Devious.

You bite into his finger. A loud groan followed by a chuckle shoots through his throat.

“That’s my girl. Fuck.” he growls so deeply, before he leans over you, grabbing your hands with his and pins them down besides your head.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

With animalistic noises he starts fucking you so violently, while he intertwines his fingers with yours. The counter keeps moving with every thrust and you scream and cry. Tears forming in your eyes, as his dicks keep pounding and punching your insides so good and deep, that your eyes are about to roll back. His kimono hangs down onto your naked body, the soft fabric tickling your skin. Your voice so loud for them to hear, for everyone to hear, letting everyone know how good he treats you.

His, his Princess, his Queen.

And he does it, too. Doesn’t hold back the noises that keep building up in his chest. Keeps moaning and growling and snarling, just for you. Your pussy so wet and your ass so tight for him, it makes your heart squeeze. Makes your heart squeeze to let you know how much he needed you and perhaps how much he loves you.

And right now, you believe he does. So much.

Because it’s just you and him.

You and him.

“Spread those legs wider for me so I can give you what you fucking want.” he growls aggressively against your face, his hands on your hips moving up, to grab the back of your knees and pushes your legs further apart.

So deep.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

And finally you snap.

“Fuuuuck!” you cry and cum around him, as he keeps fucking and fucking. Sukuna doesn’t stop, pants so heavily at your orgasming sight, as he folds you in half, pinning your knees down to meet the surface of the counter.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

He moans and moans and pants and breathes. His mouth open wide, his eyes so angry, about to roll back.

“Shower me in it.” you moan in your bliss and it’s making him snap as well.

“You filthy slut! Take it!” he groans so loud and deep, as he let’s go of your body and slips out of your holes. Sukuna pumps himself aggressively, propping his right knee on the counter and shoots his warm cum on your body. You prop yourself back up on your elbows, raise your chin, close your eyes and open your mouth, to catch whatever drops of your Kings seed may land in your face. He moans so loud while doing it, just like you wanted, while the sticky fluid lands not only on your stomach, tits and face, but also on the counter.

Just like I wanted.

Such a mess.

Sukuna calms down, as he squeezes the last drops out of his dicks. He slides his knee off the counter and looks at you with hooded, relaxed eyes, before he tugs his dicks back into his pants and his kimono back into place.

You look at him, breathless, cum staining your face and body. Sliding your index finger across your stomach, coating it in his seed, before you suck it off your finger. Sukuna tilts his head watching you intensely, before he huffs at the sight of you.

You grin, swallowing, before you slide your whole hand across your body and face and smear the cum onto the surface you’re laying on. He keeps watching you, a devious smirk spreads on his lips.

So proud.

“Slut.” he smirks quietly and the way he says it makes your heart flutter.

“What a punishment. I’m curious, if the others enjoyed it as much as I did.” you coo, tilting your head.

Sukuna huffs at your words, shakes his head and turns around. Your eyes follow him, only to see that the door wasn’t closed shut the whole time, making your lip twitch in excitement.

Sliding down the counter, you walk after him. Quietly.

Leaving the mess in the kitchen untouched.

You pick up the pieces of your kimono, while you silently make your way back into his chambers. Sukuna is walking a few steps ahead of you and you can’t help to admire this tall man over and over again. The way he walks, the way the moonlight compliments the pink shade of his hair and figure. So peaceful. The things he’s done just minutes ago being unimaginable right now.

He arrives at his door, slides it open and without looking at you, he walks in.

And the door stays open.

For you.

[writerscurse]

Possess your Heart | Aemond Targaryen x reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Word count: 2,422

Summary: Aemond and you used to be inseperable during your childhood. That was until you had to leave the Red Keep. 10 years later you come back, only to find him betrothed to another.

Warnings/tags: Angst, pining, mostly angst

‘Fuck off! All of you’, you shouted as you sprinted through the empty dragonpit, straight towards Aemond, that pig still standing before him. The other kids were laughing. God, how you hated them. You didn’t expect much from Jace and Luke, but not even his own brother would stand by his side.

You took off one of your shoes and threw it straight at Aegon’s head. 

‘Get out of here’, you shouted, darting towards him. His eyes widened and he rubbed his head where your shoe had hit him. As soon as he saw you, he dashed away, Jace and Luke right behind him.

Aemond just stood there, staring at the pig. You noticed tears in his eyes. Once you were close enough, you slowed down a little and instantly wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t hug you back, still too upset and angry at his brother and nephews. But you kept him close, not even caring about your bare toes freezing on the ground.

‘Ignore them, Aemond. They’re idiots. I just know you’ll find your dragon one day. And it’ll be better and bigger than all of theirs combined’, you whispered in his ear, gently stroking the back of your head. A sigh erupted from the boy in front of you and his arms finally came up to your waist, pulling you in tighter.

The young prince and you had always been close. Ever since your father had been summoned to the Red Keep to be part of King Viserys’ small council, you had grown up around the royal family. And you quickly developed a soft spot for the younger, silver-haired Targaryen in your arms. 

It seemed that he was always around. While his brother preferred to laze about or mess with his family, Aemond had always preferred to educate himself, to become a better person. You loved that about him. It was an innocent and childish love, but everyone in the castle could see that you two were meant for each other.

You would sit by his side in the library for hours, reading your books. Sometimes, Aemond would teach you a few words in High Valyrian, joking that if you were to be his princess one day, you would need to know more about his family’s history. It always made you blush and you knew that secretly he loved that.

Other days, you would watch him spar with Ser Criston Cole, practising his sword fighting skills. You would cheer on him, if he did well. Or you’d help him up, if he fell, always making sure he was okay. And whenever Ser Criston wouldn’t look, Aemond would hand you his sword, letting you play with it for a while and teaching you what new things he had learned. 

You knew his life wasn’t perfect and he often struggled a lot. But you were happy enough together. Until one day, your father was summoned back home and you had to leave the Red Keep.

10 years later

You smiled remembering all the good times you had at the Red Keep. Sure, your life back at home was fine, but you had always missed the bustle of King’s Landing. And you had missed your company. Nothing ever compared to the friendship you used to share with Aemond Targaryen. The thought of seeing him again made your heart jump. You couldn’t wait to finally arrive, get out of this damn carriage and wrap your arms around the man you had missed so much for the past 10 years.

And then you noticed the gates of the Red Keep. You were here. Any moment now. You felt the carriage come to a stop and the door was opened. Your father climbed out first, offering you his hand to guide you. Taking a deep breath, you straightened your dress, smiled at your father and finally stepped out of the carriage. 

Queen Alicent immediately came closer, greeting your father and then putting her hands on your shoulders, ignoring all protocol.

‘Y/N, how you have grown. It is wonderful to see you again’, the queen warmly smiled at you.

‘Your grace, I am pleased to be back’, you bowed before her, trying to be polite.

‘You’ll remember my children?’, she asked, stepping aside and revealing the rest of her family standing beside her.

‘Of course’, you responded and took a step towards them, noticing Aegon first, as he was closest to you. 

‘Prince Aegon, Princess Helaena, it is good to see you again. I congratulate you on your union’, you bowed before them. All of you knew that you were lying. You could never stand Aegon and he equally despised you. So both of them just nodded their heads, Helaena giving you a kind smile.

It was time for you to move on to the next person, you knew it would be Aemond. As soon as you laid eyes on him, a smile spread on your face. Of course, you had heard about that terrible incident that made him lose his eye. You had never liked Luke much, but knowing what he had done to Aemond, made you hate him. Not much to your surprise though, a missing eye didn’t change anything about it. Aemond was stunning. His tall figure towered over yours and the eyepatch gave him a mysterious aura that only intrigued you more. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but it would have been improper. So you simply bowed before him. 

That’s when you noticed another person. Right beside Aemond, you saw a beautiful woman with long black hair. She must’ve been just a few years younger than the prince. Unsure of how to proceed, you moved over to her, when you saw Queen Alicent joining you.

‘Ah, yes. This is Lady Cassandra Baratheon, Aemond’s betrothed’, she announced, joy noticeable in her voice.

Your heart sank. Aemond was betrothed? How had nobody told you? A gasp escaped your mouth and you stared back at Aemond in disbelief. His gaze never met yours, but his clenched jaw line didn’t escape you. He desperately tried to ignore you. Not wanting to make a scene, you looked back at the woman before you.

‘My lady’, you bowed, ‘I am pleased to hear of your upcoming wedding.’

The words coming out of your mouth sounded rigid and forced, but you tried your best to smile at her. Sensing that the situation was a little tense, Queen Alicent ushered you all towards the doors and motioned for the servants to carry your belongings to your chambers. You hesitantly followed them, trying your best to ignore Aemond and Cassandra, before you made your way to your chambers to get ready for tonight’s feast.

A few hours later, you took a deep breath, as you stepped into the great hall. Most guests were already there and sharing conversations, laughing with each other, or just sipping from their cups. You were relieved at the realisation that nobody actually looked at you as you found your place by your father’s side. That was until you sat down and realised that Aemond’s seat was right in your line of vision and he was staring straight at you. You couldn’t read the look on his face but decided that given the circumstances of the situation it would be best to avoid his gaze. So you simply looked away, engaging in the conversation your father was sharing with the other noblemen sitting at your table.

‘My lady, may I ask for this dance?’, a voice behind you caught your attention after a while. You turned around to find the most beautiful stormy grey eyes staring right back at you. The tall man before you quite frankly took your breath away.

‘Of course, my lord…?’, you took his hand, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

‘Stark, Cregan Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N’, he gave you a gentle smile before placing his hand on your waist, softly swaying to the music. 

‘I see, you have heard of me?’, you grinned up at him, enjoying the attention.

‘Rumours of your beauty and kindness are heard all across the realm, my lady. Although, I must say you exceed any stories I have heard’, he mused.

‘You flatter me, Lord Stark’, you giggled. In truth, you were rather grateful for the distraction he provided and let him spin you around. A joyful laugh escaped your mouth until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘Lord Stark, I will take it from here.’

You froze immediately, recognising that voice.

‘My prince’, Cregan Stark bowed before you, giving you a sympathetic smile before he walked away.

You didn’t dare to look up when you felt Aemond’s hand on your waist, gently pulling you into him as you moved to the music. Your heart was beating heavily and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t used to being that close to him anymore. And as much as you hated the situation, you couldn’t deny the attraction you undoubtedly felt towards the one-eyed prince.

‘You look beautiful, Y/N’, he whispered. When you looked up at him, your breath got caught in your throat and you forgot how to speak. Seeing him brought back so many memories and secretly, you had hoped that meeting him again would go vastly different.

‘Have you lost your voice, little bird?’, he hummed, a smirk spreading on his face. The situation amused him. He clearly knew of the effect he had on you and pulled you closer to him. The feeling of his chest pressed against yours almost made you forget yourself and you struggled not to give in and lean your head on his shoulder.

Looking over to the Targaryen table, you noticed a set of deep brown eyes, staring at you. Cassandra’s hand tightly gripped her cup and she couldn’t stop staring at Aemond and you.

‘Your betrothed seems upset, my prince. I do not think she appreciates the attention you’re paying me’, you sighed, ready to pull back, but Aemond kept you firmly held against him, turning slightly so you wouldn’t be able to see Lady Cassandra anymore.

‘I merely wish to reconcile with my old friend’, Aemond leisurely stated, looking down at you.

‘Old friend’, you huffed, ‘is that what I am to you?’

This time you pulled away from him, simply staring at him, ignoring the eyes that were carefully watching you now.

‘Y/N, please. Not here. You can’t do this right now’, he muttered, trying to keep face.

You felt anger rising within you. You were angry at Aemond for being with someone else. Angry at your father for making you leave all those years ago. But mostly, you were angry at yourself for the stupid feelings that you couldn’t get rid of.

‘I can do whatever I want, Aemond’, you hissed, ‘in fact, I might go back to dancing with Lord Stark. He seemed much more delightful than you.’

Just as you were ready to stomp off towards the Stark table, you felt a hand around your arm and before you knew it, Aemond was dragging you out of the great hall and into the corridor. He looked around, and pulled you behind a large pillar with him, trying to make sure that you could have a quiet moment together.

‘Why are you acting like this?’, Aemond spat, his nostrils flared as he stared down at you. You were pushed against the pillar, stuck between him and the cold stone on your back. The closeness to him made your head swim and you almost forgot how angry you had just been.

‘Me? How do you think I felt? Coming back after all those years, finally seeing you again, hoping you would…’, you trailed off, trying to hold your deepest wishes back, ‘and then you stood there with her by your side.’

You waved your hands towards the door, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘Oh Y/N’, Aemond sighed, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to be there for you, but he knew he had other duties now.

‘And you know what hurts the most? I want to hate you. I really do. But I just can’t. I lo-’, you caught yourself before you could say it. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, realising what you had just done.

His expression matched yours. Sadness and shock covered his face. His thumb still gently stroked your face and you caught yourself leaning into his touch. He took a step forward, his body now pressed against yours. You could feel his breath on your face.

‘Don’t hold back’, he whispered, his voice so soft, you almost couldn’t hear it, ‘nobody can see us.’

And within the blink of an eye, you pressed your lips against his. Your hands came up to his neck, your fingernails digging into his long hair, softly scratching at the back of his head. It was a desperate kiss. The bitterness from years of longing for him and then coming back to see him lost to another was pouring out of you. Your lips moved against his in unison and his thumb was digging into your cheek. His other arms came up to your waist, pulling you even closer into him. A deep growl escaped his lips and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide over his lips and teeth, fighting his tongue for domination. A soft moan fell from your lips.

And suddenly you realised what you were doing. Your eyes opened wide and you pulled yourself away from him. Breathing heavily, you brought your fingers up to your lips and just stared at him in shock. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. Aemond wasn’t yours to be with. 

‘Y/N’, he tried, taking a step forward and reaching out to you, but you just shook your head. 

Taking a deep breath, you fought back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. Another deep breath and you took a step forward, approaching the fragile looking prince before you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders. Standing on your toes, you leaned in and gently pressed a loving kiss on his cheek, just below his scar. 

‘I love you, Aemond. Always’, you sighed before turning around and walking away from him.

That was the last time you had ever seen Aemond.

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Well... we have the headcanons about Gumball and Marshall, could you tell us your headcanons about Gumlee (it's my favorite ship, I love them so much!)

Ofc! 🫶

1- I'll start off with their height difference, the spin-off made me love Gumball/Gary being taller than Marshall. (My hc for Marshall Lee is like 6’0. I don't think I mentioned that on his headcanons list hghshshsjue)

2- As for their story together, I think that Marshall Lee would've caught feelings first, but because they were still just friends at the time + Gumball being arospec and only developing feelings later + denial, he didn't say anything about it. Still, they were pretty affectionate with each other, resulting in multiple questions if they were dating. I think that's worth like,, , half a millennium together.

3- That's pretty much canon at this point but I love the thought of Gumball always making extra red or pink food for Marshall Lee. The equivalent of this in the human world would be Marshall Lee being a bit of a picky eater and Gary having his preferences in mind when he's cooking for both of them. He might also ask if he wants to try one thing or another.

4- Gumball has the habit of checking Marshall Lee's temperature when they're cuddling or when they're somewhere warmer. I've said this before in another ask post but Marshall can't produce or maintain body heat properly, so he tends to stay closer to things that emanate heat. It won't make him feel as warm as a normal person would, but it helps a little. Gumball has to put his hand on Marshall's face or neck to check how warm he is at least once, not for study reasons, but because he just likes to do that.

5- Meanwhile, Marshall Lee likes to put his ice cold hands on him at random just to startle him.

6- Still on the temperature thing, Gumball doesn't mind being touchy with him, especially during the summer, despite Marshall Lee being practically an ice rock, but.. sometimes, it's preferable that Marshall is fully covered and has a blanket 😭

7- Kinda nsfw, but they're switches. Gumball tops more often though, I said what I said.

8- They sometimes use nicknames for each other, of course. Gumball calls him Mars or "Schnucki", I looked it up and apparently it means "Schmoopy" in German, and then I found out that there is such a thing as a "Schmoopy couple". They're not as obnoxious as the definition says when it comes to PDA, though. Marshall Lee calls him anything that has to do with candy, but he'll especially call him Bubba, Bubbaloo or Bubs. He might call him Gary too as a nickname, Gumball's name is different in this. His full name is Gareth Victor Gumball, and "Gareth" just makes Marshall giggle.

9- Obligatory clothes sharing headcanon. To this day they keep a few of each other's shirts.

10- Marshall Lee already bit Gumball once, at his request, to see if he would turn into a vampire. He didn't. Now he keeps biting him to show affection.

11- Okay so from what I've seen, it's incorrect to refer to a prince as "Your Majesty", since that's how you should refer to a King or Queen. You should say "Your Highness" when referring to a prince/princess. My headcanon is that there's some correlation between Marshall Lee purposely using the wrong title when they're exes, the fact that he technically outranks Gumball as The Vampire King and that he's petty. I don't know how to elaborate it but the thought is there 🫴

12- Between Gumball and Marshall Lee, Marshall is the most protective of them and he's more prone to jealousy. It's easy to tell when he's jealous, because he'll instantly hold onto Gumball and stare until the person leaves. I think Gumball would get sarcastic when he's jealous.

I think that's all. Thank you for the ask!