#plot? we don't do that here

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● Superbia II 

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Twin Reader 

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: Very much 18+. Incest, Smut, Truly terrible rich people being toxic to each other and others. 

A/N: Back in my dream house playing with my most toxic dolls. As mentioned above this includes smut, nothing too explicit but they're not exactly wrestling. Also, just a note to clarify that Daemon's wife in this story is not Laena. That woman is a goddess and a queen, and I could not drag her into this terrible relationship. I love her, and her relationship with Daemon too much to involve her in this nonsense. Hopefully you enjoy, if you do I will be eternally grateful ♡

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"Remove yourself from my bed, I have tired of you."

"I think you will find this to be my home, therefore my bed, so I won't be vacating it."

"Were you born an irritant?" She sighs, leaning against the headboard and looking down to her brother. "Or has it been a journey you've undertaken?"

He looks up at her from where he is laying, a lazy smile on his lips. 

"It is quite hard to take you seriously," He raises a brow. "when you look so ridiculous." He reaches up, fingers stroking her shoulder and gliding under the strap of her silk slip. "What is this?"

"You know perfectly well," She swats his hand away lightly. "don't think I can't see through your flimsy pretenses. I am not taking it off."

He laughs, closing his eyes and squeezing her shoulder before resting his hands on his stomach.

"You needn't. I'll still fuck you."

She rolls her eyes, moving her hand to his hair, gently stroking it. She is glad he has grown it, she always preferred it long. 

"Oh my dear brother," She murmurs, twisting her fingers in her hair, giving the blonde locks a gentle tug now and then. "Are we not yet too old for these games?"

"You have the option of ceasing to play, dear sister," Daemon retorts, one eye opening and meeting hers. "though we both know you will always join the game."

"Arrogance doesn't suit you," She tugs his hair. "there would be no games without players."

"Are there any further lies you wish to spout before you get over here?" He grins, closing his eyes and holding his hand out. "I'm losing patience."

She takes his hand, squeezing it. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed. Like he could not possibly be capable of wrongdoing.

"Well patience is a virtue," She smiles as she sits up, slowly moving to straddle him. "I would not expect you to possess any to lose." 

Her slip is gathered around her hips as she slowly sinks down onto him, her eyes falling closed as her lips fall open. He surges forward, his arms coiling around her.

"This really is ridiculous," He murmurs, kissing her shoulder and gathering the soft material of her slip in his hands. "such things should not exist that obscure perfection."

She opens her eyes, looks down to him, her arms slowly stretching up into the air.

"So remove it," She grins. "free me."

He does not need to be asked twice.

They have enjoyed many lazy mornings together since her arrival at Dragonstone, just one week earlier. Her husband had been called away to his homestead to attend to a family matter, and she had decided to take her children to visit their cousins. 

She found the capital so achingly dull, when the walls started to close in around her she knew it was time for a break. She loved the freedom of Dragonstone, as did her children. She was a proud mother to twin boys and a daughter, the greatest gifts her husband had ever given her. They were born out of duty, but she loved them fiercely. 

They were sent ahead to Dragonstone with their nanny, a maid, and one of her bodyguards. She had written to her sister-in-law to inform her of their journey, after receiving the invite from her. To her surprise, and the surprise of most of the realm, Daemon had chosen a truly incredible woman as a wife. She was a true lady, possessing beauty, grace, charm and wit. She had given Daemon the most lovely twin daughters, and was expecting their next child.

She adored her sister-in-law, and her nieces. She had built a wonderful relationship with her brother's wife, and was a doting aunt to his children. 

But Daemon was hers first, he would always belong to her.

She writes to him to tell him when she will be flying out to Dragonstone. He meets her in the clouds with Caraxes, their dragons calling out to one another. They land in a field far from the castle.

They have lost time to catch up on, after all. She has barely dismounted from one dragon when another is between her legs. They keep it short, having an itch they both need to scratch. She picks the grass from her hair and flicks it at her twin, tells him he is no gentleman.

They arrive at the castle the image of perfection. She rushes to embrace her children in the great hall, feeling complete to have them with her once more. She greets her sister-in-law with warmth, carefully touches her swollen belly and shares in her excitement. She makes a fuss of her nieces, promising them she has brought even better gifts than those from her last visit.

She is shown to her room, the room she always stays in when she visits. Her children are on the other side of a door, Daemon is across the hall. She leaves the children with their nanny, adjourning to her room to bathe before dinner. It is remarkable to her how easily she feels at home, as though this is the place she belongs. She would love it even without Daemon's presence, he just gives it an extra pastime.

Her maid goes to fetch more hot water at her request, a knock on the door soon afterwards cannot possibly signal her return. She summons her visitor, lifting her arm and trailing her fingers along her wet skin.

She is not surprised at her brother's impatience. Once she gives him a taste, he will not stop until his cravings are satisfied. She keeps her eyes on him as she slowly lifts her leg from her bath. Her foot rests on the edge, she focuses her attention back on her arms. 

He kneels by her, places a reverent kiss to her foot before his fingers tread the water. She sinks further, closing her eyes and resting her arms over the warm edges of the tub. He is slow in his movements and she does not hurry him. They have the luxury of time with the thrill of a limit to it.

She lets out a low moan as his thumb swipes over her most sensitive point, her back arching under the water. He stands before leaning down to place a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes open and meet his. She slowly places her leg back in the water and flicks her hand in his direction.

He goes to see her children, the loving uncle. She adores him with them. He takes her boys to the skies on Caraxes, giving them a taste of what they have yet to claim. He lifts his niece onto his shoulders and charges around with her as she squeals with delight.

The thought of returning home is far from her mind. She has not yet satisfied all her cravings, she will only return once she has done so. There is much to enjoy on Dragonstone, it is not easily abandoned. 

The families join on the beach, the children play in the sand and the water, the adults watch with pride as the cousins play so harmoniously. 

She discusses possible names with her sister-in-law as they stroll along the beach. Daemon entertains the children, their laughter filling the air. She is asked if she would like more children. She says she is blessed with what she has, though another blessing would not be so undesirable.

She does so loathe the taste of tea, after all. 

Dinners on Dragonstone are more pleasant and relaxing than they are at home. There is a warmth around the table, there is joy and laughter and a sense of contentment. There are no guests to entertain and impress, no elaborate attires needed. 

When the children are taken to bed, she sits with her brother and his darling wife. He holds her hand, smiles at her when she speaks, treats her like any loving husband should. She deserves it, she has not proved to be unworthy of his love.

But she will not be the one laid out on the painted table late at night, the heat of the flames at her back fuelling her. She does not pull Daemon into empty rooms to amuse her. He does not spend his mornings laying in bed with her. 

That is reserved for his other half. 

"She'll be here soon, I should leave." Daemon mutters, unmoving from where he sits against the headboard. 

"So you will leave for her but not me," She raises a brow. "I must learn her tricks."

Her maid arrives before Daemon makes an attempt to leave. She does not make comment, as she does not any morning she finds the princess in bed with the prince. She places the cup of tea by the bed, giving her mistress a nod before leaving the room.

"Aren't you going to drink it?" Daemon asks, looking down to his sister. 

"I'm letting it cool." She tells him, resting her arms above her head and gliding her leg along the silk sheet beneath them. "kill the time with me."

He moves over her, she places her foot on his chest.

"I've had that," She smiles, gently pushing him back with her foot before raising her leg aloft. "I need to see if your skills have improved these last hours."

When the time comes for her return home, she decides she will sail with her children. She tells her dragon to fly home, watching him disappear among the clouds. 

She hugs her sister-in-law tight, tells her she can't wait for the next visit, to meet her new niece or nephew. She hugs her nieces, promises them she will be back soon, with the most amazing nameday present for them.

She kisses her brother's cheek, whispers a promise of a gift for him too.

 After all, a gift for him is a blessing for her, they are one.

[kidsomeday]

I'd like to request Medieval Magic Vashwood Thing for WIP Wednesday. Also know that there is no judgment from me on however long it takes to answer. I am happy to get more words whenever. If it's been a long time then it just ends up being a fun surprise in my notifications

Surprise! Here's an answer! I'm hoping this ask aged like fine wine, though the writing just now happened. Weep for me, this beast is 10k of Wolfwood and Vash getting to know each other in mundane moments in a cool (I think) AU that should be getting more use than it is. Wondering about my life choices aside, here's your snippet of it! Thank you for the ask.

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They took servant corridors until Vash opened a door and revealed a large room; there were piles of linens and clothes, a tidy well-organized mess that reminded Wolfwood once again of the Orphanage. He knew what this room was even before Vash explained it was the pre-washroom, where dirty laundry was organized before going down to be properly cleaned, small messes taken care of, and where clean laundry stayed until folded and sent to their proper place.  At the orphanage the pre-washroom was a small room adjacent to the kitchen, but no matter the scale Wolfwood knew behind each clean and perfectly folded sheet there was a pair of chapped red hands and damp-frazzled hair and possibly a child eager to help, too young to know better than to avoid hard work. He looked over and saw Vash giving him one of those weird, small smiles. At that he raised an eyebrow but the prince just shrugged, caught but not giving anything away. Wolfwood narrowed his eyes but all the prince did was turn and open the door at the opposite end of the room; it took them out of the comforting warmth of honest work and into the cold, ostentatious hallways where nobility pretended no one else existed.  

[egophiliac]

was gonna wait 'til I'd done all the poms, but it's been a day, so have Vil with a Salazzle 🍎

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

"Nora doesn't know anything about the things she writes about" "aftg is terrible queer rep" "the queer characters in aftg are so problematic"

Idk guys maybe the book series abt problematic ppl set in 2006 and written in the mid 2010s shouldn't be expected to hold up against scrutiny of what we consider to be moral and correct now, in 2024

Idk tho, idk

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[hyakunana]

I hate the sewers . jpg

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

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[seventh-district]

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[phoenixcatch7]

It's always funny to me when in an lu fic the chain is offered bananas and don't accept them. Like, you're offering these high energy adventures free food?? Fruit they'll have never even heard of before??? A ridiculously expensive imported good at best?? AND it boosts your attack?

Not ONE of these idiots would ever turn down something new and interesting to eat at least once. They'd be all over those bananas and immediately get dubbed yiga and I'm honestly surprised no one has used it in a fic yet 🤭

[jekyll-doodles]

Revival Redesign, Main Engines || My Kofi & Commission Info || Do not edit, trace, or repost!

Rusty, Momma McCoy, Greaseball, and Electra.

I know the Non-Replica productions tend to be Different. And I do like some of the revival's designs. However, some of them missed the mark imo. So I'll be tinkering with the designs, trying to keep what I feel works, without the regular show's guidelines (mostly).

[bittwitchy]

Sebastian Stan. in a bathtub, which is all I actually got out of this movie.

[vellichorom]

almost 2 years into post-ultra deluxe stanley parable fandom & i think we've all beyond lost the plot

[goemon-fan]

This was easily one of the best Lupin episodes

[just-a-little-unionoid]

SPOILERS HAZBIN HOTEL

you know, I think we really need to talk about this

like, I can't be the only person who thinks there is at least one or two big informations hiden there???

idk what exactly but it just feels like it, come on y'all I know we can make theories out of this

[dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai]

I'VE DISCOVERED THAT IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO MAKE A FANGAME AND I'VE GONE OFF THE DEEP END

Bonus Darnold and Benrey as well! :)

[moeblob]

I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....

(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)