#wish i was the dragon who bit off his leg

[cowboythewizard726]

WELCOME BACK TO LAIOS POSTING today everything went wrong for my beautiful baby princess and but its oaky because the way he experience all the misery was so appealing and attractive oh him IM GAY AND I ADMIT IT IM GAY IM GAY IIM GA

[silkjade]

WICKED DRAGON, LAY WASTE TO ME

⤀ synopsis: neuvillette has always been the gentlest of lovers—and so tonight you ask him not to hold back ⤀ cw: afab!reader, unprotected + rough sex, size kink, praise, overstimulation, breeding + creampie, marking, monsterfucking (dragon cock), cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, dumbification, mentions of mates, lil bit of dom!neuvi (??) but he is still sweet — mdni || ꒰ 8.4k wc ꒱ a/n: leviathan fic for leviathan neuv ( i’m not talking abt his constellation ) rbs + feedback are always vry much appreciated ♡

“Well? What do you think?” You come home, twirling before him in a gown, different than the one you had left in. The short hem at the front lifts mischievously, teasing just a peek of what lies underneath, while the longer, flouncing layers of skirts behind you, wrap flirtatiously around your legs. Neuvillette feels his throat run dry.

“Navia and Clorinde thought it was high time I changed my look, and you know I can’t ever say no to Chioriya Boutique.” 

While he’s spent the better part of the night reviewing court documents in the parlor, you have been out with Navia and Clorinde, who he thinks have perhaps plotted to kill him. ‘Girls’ night,’ you had called it.

Draped in a vivid palette of the finest fabrics, decorated interchangeably with delicate metalwork and dainty ribbons, the blush on his pale skin is ever-present as he rakes his eyes up and down your body. The dark, patterned stockings, squeezing your thighs just enough, so that supple flesh spills obscenely over the top, the tight, whale-boned embrace of your corset, accentuating the curves of your waist, and pushing upwards the swell of your breasts…

A coy smile graces your features when you catch how his throat bobs in his silence. Giggling, you lean down, tracing the tip of your finger up the contours of his neck, skimming the gentle curve beneath his chin until you’ve tilted his gaze to yours. “Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, got nothing to say?”

How can he even think, much less find the right words to say, when the familiar scent of your perfume fills his head with indecent, lascivious thoughts? Everything about you is intoxicating, almost insidiously attractive, so would it suffice to say that he’d much rather see your pretty, new dress abandoned somewhere on the floor? 

That first pulse of arousal translates into the first twitch of his cock, and oh how he wishes to kiss away your teasing little grin, but his lust-driven eyes are drawn to the miniscule movements of your bodice sleeve, predatory as he watches how it begins to shift, ever so slowly, off your shoulders. 

“If you don’t like it, then perhaps…” You loosely roll your shoulder, letting the sleeve slide right off. “…you’d like to help me undress?”

That, he will gladly do. His hands fly to your waist, dragging you down into a straddle over his hips. 

“Temptress,” he murmurs into the skin of your neck, distracting you with a featherlight kiss as his nimble fingers waste no time in undoing the delicate clasps of your bodice, leaving the heavy outer garment to tumble off your shoulders, abandoned in a pile at your waist. 

Cool air licks at the now exposed skin, though it’s nothing compared to the warmth of his lips as he slots his mouth against yours, gently coaxing you open with a subtle swipe of his tongue. Your eyes flutter shut in honeyed complacence, allowing Neuvillette to kiss you slow and sweet; impassioned, ardent, each kiss an oath of love and longing and lust. 

Desire blooms like romaritime flowers upon water, and you just know the tension underneath his placid exterior, is ready to burst. It’s prevalent in the way his muscles grow taut, tense beneath your every touch, fighting to hold himself back as your legs squeeze around his hips. Demonstrated, again, by how he pulls apart your corset, impatient and haphazard as he unlaces each cross, before tossing it to the ground, forgotten. And of course, only you can attest to the searing sensations of his escalating kisses—gentle wisps, once faint and docile, now wanton and heated with depravity. 

You can already feel it in your chest, in your bones, in the wetness that’s begun to form between your legs; maybe it’s the anticipation, but despite the layers of clothing you’ve already shed, you find it even harder now to breathe, especially as he holds you so close, body pressed against yours, while he traces the bare curve of your neck with his lips. 

For one with such a carefully crafted visage of elegance and poise, Neuvillette becomes sloppier as his restraint fades and lust seeps through the cracks. Something about you drives him wild, draws out the more carnal side of him that he so desperately seeks to hide away from you, who he could never even dream of hurting. 

But perhaps he’s spent too much time amongst humans. Or perhaps he understands their nature more than he had initially believed, for he makes the most human mistake of all in letting his control slip—enough that his fangs graze upon your sensitive skin, sending a shiver that reaches all the way down to your core, eliciting a moan so mellifluous, he cannot help but utter a sigh of strained content as the undeniably sweet sound reaches his ears.

“If we don’t stop now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back,” he mutters, tongue laving over the spot in apology. It doesn’t help that you voluntarily crane your neck, offering him even more access in your heated bliss. His fingers dig into your waist in a silent plea to still your rolling hips. 

“So don’t,” you breathe. “Don’t hold back tonight.” Desperate to have him closer, you arch into him, the loose material of his shirt firmly clasped in your hands, deepening the kiss with a quick tug, a silent request for him to let go, but he immediately halts his movements, pulling away in hesitance. 

Oh Neuvillette. Your sweet Neuvillette, who in spite of his stern exterior, is the gentlest of lovers—always so tender with you and steadfast in placing your pleasure before his. You know of his draconic origins, know that he holds back in fear of hurting you, but for all the times he’s pleased you to the fullest extent, you only wish to do the same for him.

Your hand reaches to cup his face and he leans into your familiar touch, steely eyes soft. “It’s okay, I trust you.”

It’s already difficult denying you anything on a normal basis, so how can he, now that you sit, straddled over him, determination colored in your bright eyes, and with nothing but flimsy cloth left between the two of you. His eyes linger at your chest, the scooping neckline of your lace slip doing nothing to hide the smooth crests of your collarbones, begging to be marked. 

Neuvillette sucks in a breath, and attempts to swallow his doubts, before exhaling. He can no longer ignore the tightness in his groin, and to you, it’s clear that the obvious erection poking from beneath his trousers, speaks much louder than the uncertainty storming in his eyes. Perhaps he just needs one more push…

Your fingers come to curve around the sharp lines of his jaw, unwavering as you tilt his head up into your gaze. “Don’t worry about me, I can take it.”

His heart threatens to leap out of his chest in a flash of excitement, gratitude, desire; it’s far from the first time you’ve lain together, but to choose to bear such vulnerability before him, to surrender yourself to a full-fledged dragon… He glides his hands over the round slopes of your shoulders, easily sliding off the straps of your slip as he goes. The silk garment collapses down your torso, piling atop your forgotten dress. 

“If that is truly what you wish…” He presses an openmouthed kiss to the bare skin between your breasts, and the warmth of his breath runs a chill even colder than the night air. His whispers hide a growl, and despite the blush apparent at the tips of his pointed ears, his hold on your waist tightens. One hand slides down to grasp at your rear, and you can feel him smile against your lips, the rattle of a faint chuckle rippling in his throat before your breath hitches as he picks you up in his arms, and carries you off to the bedroom. 

He sets you by your shared bed, tearing off his now wrinkled shirt, while you wriggle out of whatever’s left of your dress, until both sets of clothing are discarded somewhere on the floor, and you’re finally left in only your panties and your stockings.

Immediately, his hands find your waist, roaming up and down over your curves as he smothers you in hungry kisses, herding you along until the backs of your knees hit the edge of your shared bed. This Neuvillette nips at your bottom lip, not asking for, but demanding entrance into your mouth, and you have no choice but to let him in, what with the way he makes you whine as he sneaks his hands down to knead the globe of your ass, before lowering you onto the bed. 

The tingling sensations bloom in your stomach, buzzing with excitement while you ready yourself to surrender completely—pliant to his will, whatever it may be. Arousal swallows you like the sea and he has yet to even really touch you. Impatient, your hand wanders, though not far down enough before you’re caught in his grasp. 

“Patience…” he mutters, pinning your wrist beside your head, broad shoulders caging you in between him and the sheets. His other hand follows the natural lines of your body, tracing along the edges until he stops to fondle one of your breasts. 

It’s impossible to relax your speeding heart at this side of Neuvillette: less reserved in his touches, more candid in his wants. The untreated heat in your body makes sure to touch on every part of you, running like water through your veins, until you’re sure your dripping cunt is pulsing with a heart of its own. Unable to stand the ache any longer, you wriggle beneath him—rolling your hips and squirming until your knee unwittingly brushes against his crotch, eliciting a choked grunt from him, only slightly muffled by the fact that his teeth have dug their way into your exposed flesh. 

He immediately pulls away at the sound of your surprised yelp, eyes darting to and fro across your features in frantic search for even the smallest semblance of discomfort, completely missing the way your entire body had seemed to arch into his touch. His eyes finally settle at the light indentations now displayed upon your once unblemished skin.

“Forgive me,” he begins, “I should have been more careful.” Neuvillette is ever the gentleman, but his voice is clearly strained in a poor attempt at fighting back his instincts—instincts that demand a dragon to mark what is his. 

“There’s nothing to forgive.” A soft smile graces your lips as your hand reaches to cradle his face, curling around his jaw in hushed reassurance. It’s so easy to read the thoughts that plague him so. “It felt good, I promise.”

True to your word, his heightened senses easily pick up on the scent of pure arousal that drifts from between your legs, swirling in the air, and lulling him into a state he’s kept buried for so long, he’s unsure of whether he’d be able to hold himself back even if he wanted to. He admires your bravery for daring to poke at the slumbering beast; bravery he knows stems from a place of passion, but how can he release such inhibitions upon a mere human? So physically… fragile. 

“I meant what I said: I can take it. And I know you won’t hurt me so…” Your fingers clasp around his shoulders, pulling your lover down just far enough to whisper, low and sultry, in his pointed ear.

“Don’t you dare look down on me, o’ hydro dragon sovereign..” 

You lurch forward, manicured nails drawing light lines down his bare back, and he meets you halfway in a long, drawn out kiss. A quiet growl rumbles from deep within his throat, clearly aroused by the way you had drawled out his full title. He nips at your bottom lip, dragging out a single, short gasp before leaving to trail wet kisses down the column of your throat, never stopping until his lips hover over the very spot where he had previously made his mark. 

He doesn’t even have to touch you, just his presence, tangled with your own anticipatory excitement, invites a shudder so deep, you can feel it in your bones. The sharp edge of his fangs scrape along that still-sensitive patch of skin, lightly, as if testing the waters, though this time, he makes sure to take note of the quiver in your pretty little mewls. 

Slowly, he bites down again and a moan slips past your lips, forced out from the very depths of your chest as your fingers fly to tangle in his moonridden tresses. His hot breath seeps past the barrier of your skin, leaving every nerve privy to his effect, and combined with the building pressure, you’re left open for the stream of soft whimpers that leave the perfect ‘o’ of your parted lips. As he sinks his teeth deeper, you squeeze your eyes shut in the midst of all the pleasure.

“Do it again,” you gasp, “felt good… ”

And oh, he has absolutely every intention to, what with the way you’re putty underneath him. However, he must do something about how distracting your hands are when you tug at his hair: hard enough for him to groan with an ache so wanton, it sends tremors echoing down until his trousers feel far, far too tight. 

Neuvillette is neither here nor there when he alternates between kissing and sucking and biting at your tender flesh—anywhere is fair game when you’ve relinquished yourself to him like this. With how attentive his lips are along your body, you hardly even care for the absence of his hand when he reaches around to untie the ribbon in his hair… at least not until it’s too late and you're left bemused by the uncharacteristic display of boldness; after all, it’s all you can do when your wrists are suddenly so tightly bound overhead.

You whine as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, suckling and swirling his tongue, while he ravishes the other between his fingers. Heat surges through you and the aching desperation congregating in your belly begins to boil; you’ve never felt so sensitive, never been more pervasive to his touch.

Inside. You need him inside of you. But with your hands currently incapacitated, you’ve no other choice except to buck into him, beckoning him with your hips in the hopes of redirecting his attention to where you throb. 

“Inside. Please. I need you. Need you inside.” 

He hums in acknowledgement of your wishes, tugging at the hardened bud with his teeth, successfully wringing another shaky cry from your throat, before he finally pulls at the delicate lace of your panties, and guides them down the length of your legs. You easily kick them off, but in his observation, his piercing gaze catches every thrum of your muscles as they tense underneath the hand that finally trails between your thighs. He drags his lithe fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, while his thumb rubs your clit in slow, but firm, circles. 

“My apologies for the wait.” Neuvillette kisses you right above your heart, where his acute hearing easily picks up how it palpitates as he dips his fingers into your velvet walls. “Allow me to make amends, my love.”

With the way your cunt gushes so copiously, it’s easy for him to slide all the way down to the last knuckle. He flicks his wrist, pumping fast and hard, scissoring you open before slipping in a third digit, drawing out mewl after pathetic mewl, as you fail to pull yourself together. The bedsheets twist beneath your incessant movements: simultaneously squirming not only from the initial stretch, but also to feel him deeper.

The discomfort is all too familiar, but with just the curl of his fingers, it washes away into unadulterated pleasure, just as it always does. But with your arms tethered, leaving you open and powerless, everything—every touch, every twist, every curl—feels tenfold.

Plus, no one would even believe you if you were to say that the chief justice had such a playful side in the bedroom; his fingers have explored your insides far too many times for him to just miss the little spot that he definitely knows by muscle memory. Whining, you buck your hips, senselessly grinding into his hand, hoping he’d get the message, hoping he’d quell your heat right at the source. 

But something dangerous and wild and primordial shines in the blue-violet glow of his eyes. For all the times you’ve made love together, he’s never seen you like this: so desperate, so needy for him. He pinches a nipple, hard, before locking your jolting hips down; a show of strength to remind you of your place. 

“Please, more.” Your voice rises in congruence with how you struggle against your ribbon-bound wrists. His fingers tease the spot again, this time with more force, and he watches as you keen and clench around him—helpless and at his mercy. 

With a curl, his fingers crook inside your silken walls, pistoning in and out, fast and hard. Arousal continues to build, turning the low squelches into distinct suctions. Every nerve in your body is ignited, seared by the heat as he laps at the overflowing wetness that seeps out of your entrance. A satisfied purr sounds in his throat, and the vibrations dare your hips to buck in spite of the iron grip that holds you down.  

It thrills him to see you steadily fall apart like this, coming so undone before him, dissolving under the weight of your pleasure. It’s just as you had wanted. More. So you can take it, can’t you? You can take more? 

Neuvillette slots your throbbing clit into his mouth, hot tongue relentlessly striking the swollen nub with viscous lashes, while his fingers continue to bully your insides with no intention of slowing down. Sucking harder, fucking faster—you keen at the added stimulation, back arching clean off the bed in blinding pleasure, unable to do anything more than let out jagged sobs as you cum.

Your entire body grows taut as he sees you through the end of this high, before finally drawing out with one last sleight of his hand, so that his fingertips might graze along the velvet top of your walls, bidding farewell with another shudder-inducing wave of euphoria. He exits his soiled digits, clearly pleased as he inspects the amount of slick that coats his elegant hand. 

“You’re absolutely divine.” He hums whilst licking up the side of his wrist, so as not to waste a single drop of your liquid pleasure. It’s intoxicating how exquisite you are, more decadent than even the most pristine of waters. “Perhaps you’d like a taste?”

His offer is rhetorical at best, as he answers for you, already slipping his slender fingers into your open mouth, tangling them with your tongue, until the first bits of drool begin to dribble from your lips. 

He unties your wrists, releasing them from the ribbon’s hold; time and experience have proven that you’ll need something to grasp onto. In a haste, Neuvillette discards what remains of his clothes, and his cock springs forward in all its glory: long and thick, pale tip leaking and thrumming with desire. 

“You’re absolutely sure… ?” he mumbles, voice trailing off, almost embarrassed. He can no longer control the way his hips twitch in excitement, begging to bury his cock into your warmth, but for his gentle heart’s sake, he needs to hear you say it again.

You laugh out a soft ‘yes’ but just for good measure, you rake your nails down his chest, applying just enough pressure to tickle his nerves. “Use me,” you goad. “Come on. Be wicked, my dragon.” 

Neuvillette exhales, chuckling softly at humanity's arrogance. Wicked dragon. If that was what you wanted... “I wonder if you’d still say the same after I’ve finished with you.”

He pins you back down in one fell move, and aligns himself to your entrance, stopping after inserting only the tip. A delicate whimper leaves your lips as you wince at that familiarly sweet stretch, but you and your little cunt are both so eager to please—the continued arousal you churn out, weeping nonstop, and already clenching around just his cockhead. You wriggle into him, trying to fuck yourself deeper on his fat cock as you adjust to his size. 

Reaching up, you pull him into a seemingly reassuring kiss, hands smoothing over the framing pieces of his hair, before curving around his jaw. His lips follow yours, but as you pull away and the short pieces of his hair fall back into place, you notice how his slitted reptilian pupils are dilated almost round. 

“You wish for me not to hold back,” his voice comes in a low growl as he inches further into your cunt, “so please show me how resilient you are.”

It’s all the warning you receive before he slides the rest of his length to the hilt, burying himself in your creamy insides. A shattered sob tears through the room, and your arms fly around his neck in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself, but it only pulls him closer as he leans more of his weight into you, pressing down and reinforcing the heavy plow of his merciless hips. 

Taking him all at once like this burns like wildfire. Pain from the sudden, rough stretch spreads hot and fast, the small embers bursting into a blaze of arousal as pleasure breezes through just as quickly—like air infinitely adding to an already devouring flame. 

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, turning his head to reward a small kiss to your cheek. Your hole gushes, rushing to quell the heat, and the added lubrication helps you settle into his pace. Still, the dual sensations wash over you like the tide. It pulls you under, drowns you and consumes you with absolute ecstasy.

And just when you think you’ve grown accustomed, Neuvillette lifts your hips, aiming for the spot he knows will drag out the most wonderfully broken cries from your throat. Your nails dig into his back, and he groans at the vice grip as you clamp down around his cock. With each powerful thrust, he buries himself balls deep with a force that has your tits bouncing along to his rhythm, letting the wanton sound of your sobs ring throughout the room, loud enough to almost drown out the lewd noise of skin slapping upon skin. 

The coil in your belly is wound so tight that you’re sure it won’t be long until it collapses into itself. That it won’t be long until you yourself are about to implode, like a star ready to burst. 

“I’m going… going to…” Between the ragged breaths and the overwhelming sensations of ecstasy, you can’t even find it in yourself to think straight.

Neuvillette hums, his liquid smooth voice doing nothing to hide his amusement. “You’d do well not to break so soon.”

He thumbs your clit, drawing tight circles, ignoring the way you convulse beneath him. As your back arches, he drags the flat of his teeth from the edges of your collarbones, down through the valley between your breasts. 

Your entire body quivers, legs jolting by reflex to the intensity of your orgasm, vision blurring white as your lover continues to pound relentlessly through your high. There’s a layer of fuzziness over your mind that leaves you feeling as if you’re floating atop calm waters, but the fingers still thrumming on your abused nub are quick to drag you back into the salaciously dangerous depths of your own pleasure. 

A string of pitched whines follow in the aftermath, but the pretty noises you make has him throbbing even from within your tight hole. You ask him not to hold back, yet here you are before him, so small and pitiful, already writhing from the intensity—and he hasn’t even cum yet. 

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, your body struggling for a break from the stimulation, but Neuvillette finds it quite adorable, in the way that a predator might toy with its prey. He slows his thrusts, but reaches deeper with every roll of his hips, each languid stroke hitting the exact spot that fills your sight with stars. 

The lascivious sounds of your soaked cunt perfectly swallowing his cock, followed by the slap of his heavy balls on your ass—he’s mesmerized by the way he disappears and reappears, and disappears again inside of you. His heart skips, and he bucks, breaking his rhythm. You undo him like no other, and it spurs him on that he too, seems to have the same effect on you. The way your pussy holds on to him so tightly, the helpless cries of his name amidst your hiccuped whimpering… 

He lets out a small chuckle, breath hot and ragged in your ear as he sucks at the inch of skin below. “Surely you can give me another,” he murmurs, the low grumble of his voice reverberating all the way down, until you can feel the vibrations in the hollows of your collarbone. 

Your eyes flutter, desperately blinking away the wetness that has begun to gather at your lash line. Sweet Neuvillette, your Neuvillette who reveres you more than he ought to and touches you like you’re made of glass. Even through the numbing haze, you know that for him, you’d give anything. 

A long, stuttered moan breaks out from between your lips. As if biding his time, he drags the entirety of his cock along your walls, the large vein that wraps around the length gliding along just right, that your back arches and your knees bend. It’s not that he means to move so tortuously slow, but you squeeze him to such an extent that in spite of his aching need to cum, he cannot help but try and savor the delicious way your walls are gripping for dear life. 

Neuvillette pulls out with the sticky squish of your slick. His throbbing cock, long and flushed, glistens with the sheen of your juices. In the emptiness, you think that perhaps he’s taken pity on you and your now overly sensitive cunt, but that just isn’t fair. Not to him, nor you and your once again looming orgasm.

“You haven’t even cum yet,” you gasp, trying to argue through baited breath. The whole point of this was so that he could feel just as good as he always made sure you did. So why would he—

“I know.” 

You can feel him as he lifts you, flipping you over like you’re nothing more than a doll, and manhandles you onto all fours. Limbs weak, mind frazzled, you’re barely able to hold yourself up, so when he realigns himself at your entrance and slams back through your folds with just as much power as before, you quite literally fall apart. 

“Too much?” The low chuckle in your ear is dangerously taunting, wickedly amused and with no sign of its usual sweetness. You’re able to muster a pitiful whine, but the way your entire body trembles tells him everything he needs to know, as he reangles you mid-thrust.

“I believe you said you could take it.” With a particularly powerful snap of his hips, your arms buckle, and you collapse onto the mattress. The intensity continues to send you jolting forward, but his reaffirmed grip on your waist holds your hips in place.

Nothing deters him as he ruts into you, hitting deep new angles that have your fingers grasping at the sheets while your cunt grasps onto his cock. With every slap of his skin against yours, his tip threatens to kiss your cervix, the aftershocks rippling through you until they’re released as broken sobs, muffled into the bed. 

How unfortunate that such noises, so very sweet to his ears, would be hidden from the world. Tangling his fingers along your scalp, Neuvillette tugs at your hair, lifting your head back so as to hear the pretty melody you sing when your cries ring around the room. Good. Just as the whole of Fontaine should recognize a dragon’s mark on your skin, they too should hear it’s he who pleasures your body so.

Little bits of drool trickle out of your open mouth, your eyes rolling back as he keeps up the brutal pace. Everything feels too overwhelming, yet so tantalizingly good, that your back curves and you’re creaming around him again. 

Electricity shoots through your veins, your lungs desperately racing to catch up with the rapid beat of your heart. The stars painted across your vision drop down to your stomach, exploding with an intensity that rattles you to your core. It’s a flood with no remorse—taking and leaving nothing in return, easily washing away any and all thoughts, until you’re left mewling the name of the only one who could ever give you such a sweet taste of heaven. 

But Neuvillette continues to thrust into you, and as he, too, nears his peak, his tireless strokes finally melt into something a little more forgiving. Just a little. The long drag of his cock slides so smoothly against your slick walls, gentle enough to fool your delirious mind into loosening your grip around him. 

What trickery from the wicked dragon who slams his hips forward with enough force so that your body jostles with every push and pull as he hits all the right spots again and again. Trapped under the weight of his body, all you can do is feel: the heat of the room smothering all your senses, the fervorous thrusts pushing you to your very limit—all you can do is feel and take it as he kisses the spongy head of your cervix, leaving you without a semblance of sanity, blabbering indiscernible nothings that beg to milk him dry.       

“Want more,” you keen, voice as broken as the crystalline tears that roll down your cheeks and melt into the pillows. “Inside. Wan’ it inside.”

Neuvillette laughs, low and airy, strained as his grip tightens, fingertips digging into your hips hard enough that it’d be sure to leave bruises come the morrow. “Is that what you want?”

“Please, please I–” You stop to let out something between a pant and a moan. “Want you to, h-hah, cum inside, wan’ your cum inside me.” Your walls clamp down even harder, as if attempting to trap his cock deep inside you forever, as if you weren’t already tight enough around him. 

White fills his vision, and white fills your womb as Neuvillette cums to the knowledge that you love this. He takes in the sight of you, his precious treasure, now reduced to the likes of a common whore: legs quivering, ass in the air, cunt filled to the brim and leaking from where the two of you merge. All for him. By his doing. 

Such splendor automatically evokes the instinct to claim you in a way far beyond that of human understanding… but you’ve already let him indulge more than enough tonight; he couldn’t possibly ask for more. 

You whimper when you feel him stir again inside you, careful as he brushes past your too-sensitive folds, but even such simple movements hazard to relight the flicker of arousal once again. Every ridge and vein, drawn out so agonizingly slow, sends an inadvertent shiver down your spine until he finally pulls out with a squelch.  

There’s no hope in tearing those sharp, reptilian eyes away from your puffy cunt, abused and messy and leaking with your combined fluids. Neuvillette sucks in a breath, trying to suppress his urges as much as he’s trying to swallow down the desire quickly boiling over in his belly again. Cumming inside you—no, breeding you—was a privilege. For dragons such as he, it’s a ritual reserved only for mates, and given the difference in your physiology, he had never allowed himself to do so—at least not until now, that is. 

In his defense, you had begged for it, and how could he ever deny the very one whom he has entrusted his heart to—especially when you were so beautifully fucked out and unraveled on his cock like that. And perhaps he’s lived among humans long enough to forgive this indulgence as a paradigm of fleeting desire, though nothing of what he feels for you could ever be considered fleeting. 

He parts your folds with two slender fingers, giving himself a better view as his cum now seeps out with suent access. You whine again when you feel him drag his digits down the sides of your pussy lips, catching the overflow before it can fall onto the sheets, and stuffing it right back into your little hole. No point in stopping now, if he’s already committed his sin.

From your half-lidded gaze, you manage to steal a glance at your lover, and judging from the erection that still stands stiff as a rod, he has yet to be satiated. In the attempt to break through the shadow of delirium, you lift your head, shifting your weight back onto your elbows, and forcing your battered body to turn just the slightest bit over. 

“You’re still hard,” you note through staggered breath, “We can go again if you want.”

Neuvillette looks down as if he hasn’t already been feeling the near painful arousal throbbing in his groin. Of course he’s still hard—how could he not be; you’re so complacent before him, offering yourself to him like that. But perhaps he is too soft-hearted, for he only lets out a reassuring hum as he leans forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“You were beyond perfect tonight,” he murmurs. “It… might not be pleasurable for you if I continue anymore. I can finish myself.” 

Lovestruck, you shake your head. “I can take it r’member?” Your large eyes, red-rimmed and dreamy, plead for him to use you—use you to his own content, use you so that he’d feel just as good as he always makes you feel. You nibble at your bottom lip, bashful. “You can even use your other form if you'd like...” 

Your words catch him off guard, and he immediately stills in a half-hearted attempt to collect himself as another wave of pure, unadulterated desire pulses through his entire being. Neuvillette swallows hard before letting out a slow, shaky breath. His cock twitches and his muscles tense beneath the creamy skin that now seems to gleam with a soft shine, revealing scattered patches of effervescent cerulean scales. You affect him more than you could possibly know, revitalizing such carnal urges that ignore his will and allow his body to react so enthusiastically.

“You’re sure…?” His normally polished tone is husked in a defiant strain. Despite the way his pupils are blown wide and wild with lust, conflict still swims in the shallows of his expression, made clear by the way his voice rasps as he desperately claws to retain even a semblance of his composure. 

The tips of your fingers trace the blue streaks that protrude from the crown of his silver head, now hardened into twin ribbons of ivory; his horns, delicate but strong, glow a luminescent azure—so warm and inviting in its radiance… You grasp them tight, pulling him down with you, as you fall back into the bed, his lips pressed against yours. Of course you’re sure. He’d never hurt you, your Neuvillette would never ever hurt you.

“Devious…” he whispers between kisses, your tongue and teeth clashing in a waltz of their own, as his body drapes over yours. 

It’s not the first time you’ve seen him in this form, crossed somewhere between a human and a dragon, as beautiful as he is powerful. But it’s certainly the first time you’ve ever attempted to take him like this. He’s bigger in this form—you can already feel it as he grinds up between your legs. Longer. Thicker. Ribbed and embossed with the same pearlescent blue scales. Beautifully intimidating, just like the dragon sovereign himself. 

And as you continue to marvel, he lets his cock rest across your lower stomach, sizing you up. His fervor shines through in the way he’s already leaking a mess of sticky precum atop the smooth skin of your belly. A satisfied hum vibrates in his throat, clearly enthused. 

“This is how deep I’ll be,” he muses, almost apologetic of the incoming stretch you’d have to endure. “I’m beginning to wonder if I can even fit inside you.” 

Would it be wicked of him to admit, even to himself, that he enjoys the way you wriggle and cry just taking him in his human form? And yet… he’s forced to steady his breathing in a poor attempt at grounding himself—a task near impossible as you roll your hips up, ardently shaking your head no, outright ignoring the last out he offers.

“I will… make it fit.” They’re the last words you manage to wrangle out before being overtaken by the need to be full and filled. There’s no reason you should be so terribly, terribly hollow, when he’s right there. Neuvillette chokes back a laugh; your unyielding determination sends blood rushing to his erection, desperate to feel your velvet walls crowd around him again.

Finally relenting, he teases your entrance—running his cock up and down your slit, spreading your wetness, before slapping your clit with the tip—reminding you just how sensitive you still are. Gasping, you jerk away from the stimulation that once again taunts your nerves. Your hole, however, clenches around nothing, eager to please. 

But perhaps you’ve greatly underestimated just how big he is, because he barely makes it past the threshold of your folds, before the pleasure pain of the stretch begins to take over. That, and the overstimulation from your previous orgasms, already have you instinctively trying to snap your legs shut, but the firm hold on your thighs forbid you from doing so.

“Ha-ah N-neuvi—” A twisted sense of pride swells in his chest at the way you can hardly speak as your breath hitches and your lungs desperately search for air. “’s too big,” you sob.

He gives you a momentary reprieve to adjust, while his hand snakes down to run sloppy circles over your clit.

“More?” he whispers. 

It takes you a minute to respond, but he waits until finally your voice shakes with the violence of each hiccupped sob. “More.. please…”

A baritone hum sounds in his throat as he pulls forward, pressing wet kisses to your jaw in a quiet reassurance, effectively sliding a couple inches deeper, as he does so. “You can take it, my love. You’re so pretty like this.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, your hold eliciting a long, low groan from the dragon. Wherever you squirm, he follows, pressing more of his weight onto you, burying more of his cock into you. Each ridged inch that slides past your folds, seems to push the thoughts right out of your head, letting them dissipate into thin air until you’re left mindlessly moaning sweet praises to his name. 

Desperate to accommodate the unfamiliar enormity of his dragon cock, your walls ripple and tense around him, back arching into him, wanting to feel ever closer to the love of your life, determined to push your cunt to its limit for him. For your Neuvillette. 

Neuvillette. Neuvillette. Neuvillete. He’s all you can think about; him and his monster cock that seems to split you so deliciously open. It’s wave after wave of heat that sets your insides ablaze, soothed by the waters of arousal that have you begging for more, and restarting the cycle until he finally bottoms out, and you feel as if you’ve been electrified. You squeeze your eyes shut, but with the way his bulbous tip prods at your cervix, your mind goes blank, and the tears fall regardless. 

“There…” you pant, eyes glassy from the euphoria of feeling so incredibly full. “’s all in.”

“Yes,” he praises, softly. “Look at you, so nice and tight for me.” 

He wipes the salt from your cheeks, distracting you with a delicate kiss. His fangs are more prominent in this form; you can feel them as he grins against your lips, whilst whispering breathy nothings that tell of how good you are for him, how perfect, how he should be so lucky to have you like this, to have you as his. 

When your body eases enough, he pulls away, though the subtle shift of his cock still drags a pitched whine out from your lips. If he’s to be honest, he cannot tear his gaze from where the two of you are joined. It’s mesmerizing, hypnotic, to see how he splits you open, to feel how you mold into the shape of him, to imagine just how much your little cunt had to stretch so that he might rest comfortably inside.

Though, comfortable might be an overstatement due to the way your muscles tense and release so tightly around him, clamoring for more of his attention.  Eyes darkening with lust, Neuvillette smooths a hand over your abdomen, cerulean scales cold upon your skin.

“Can you feel me right…” He draws a clawed finger delicately across the skin of your belly, where his cock rests parallel underneath. “Here…”

He leaves more than just a faint line of red where his talon rakes. Yes, you want to say. You can feel the faint prickle of his claw on your skin, you can feel how the sharpness sends a shiver ringing through your body, and of course you can feel how he’s sheathed his dragon cock right into the very depths of your cunt, deeper than anyone’s ever been, deeper than he’s ever been… But the only sounds that spill through your lips are another stream of broken sobs, fever touched by how close you are to cumming just from being filled.

“Go on, darling. Cum for me.” He can feel you pulsing around him, clenching and unclenching in search of sweet release, yet he makes no additional moves to help you, leaving you to your own devices.

At this point, you can no longer tell if you’re making things better or worse, as every little movement knocks you into reaction—like dominoes toppling over until every piece of you has been unraveled. You writhe atop the soiled sheets for any sort of friction, but it’s too much when his tip knocks against the entrance to your womb. So you shift away, letting the ridges on his shaft graze against your syruped walls, inciting another wave of need. The scales continue to tip between ‘too much’ and ‘more’, until you finally work yourself into a delirious orgasm, on nothing but his cock inside you and your own incessant squirming. 

As you continue to ride out your high, Neuvillete finally begins to move, tearing himself away from your fluttering vice grip with a tremulous moan, because fuck you’re still so tight around him, still so warm and wet even after cumming for what? The fourth time tonight? Pressure lands heavy over your frame as he begins to rock into you, folding you in half as he does. 

He fucks you slow and even, stretching you out even more with every new stroke. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as this new position affords him the privilege to reach impossibly deeper. Despite his shallow thrusts, each drag of his cock still blooms an ache from all the hidden spots that he has no choice but to touch, though it’s quick to pass, as pleasure continues to coil in your belly. 

It’s so much all at once. You can’t take it, it’s too much. But the soul-shattering euphoria of being so utterly full, is unparalleled. You want more, you need more.   

“My pearl,” he whispers, though his voice is gruff, “my heart… I want to hear you.” 

And so you oblige him, wailing something broken and pitched and strangled, at the sudden snap of his hips, at the way he bumps into your cervix and seems to rattle your organs about. 

“F-fuck,” you cry, without thinking. Not that you can anyway, when the push-pull tide of his thrusts raises you to new heights of delirium. “H-ah god, fuck Neu–”

Another sharp, jutting thrust cuts you off as the dragon above you snarls, clearly agitated by your crass choice of words. “There are no gods to help you here.” Not in Fontaine where he rules, and certainly not here in his home.

There’s a feral wildness that shines in his bright vishap eyes, and his possessive streak flares—dragons have no natural inclination to share after all. It’s clear in the way his pace changes: faster, harsher, more ragged—a ferocity befitting of an elemental dragon ruler. But titles aside, he’s still your Neuvillette, and every move he makes is still laced with a tenderness, so as not to break you more than he already has. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands, dragging his tongue up the length of your throat.

“Yours. ‘m yours, Neuvillette.”

In and out, in and out. His long strokes guide the ridges of his cock back and forth through your tender muscles, leaving you to mumble mindless nonsense as you convulse and keen beneath him. Whatever pain you had felt earlier has long chipped away into undeniable pleasure as you near the precipice of yet another orgasm. Eyes glazed over in all consuming ecstasy, all you know to do is to chase your lust, and so your hips grind back, rolling together like waves in a storm. 

Amidst the flagrant wet sounds of your rabid fucking, you cum again, lashes fluttering as your eyes roll, muscles tight as they tremble from such rapture—so lovely, so beautiful. Your siren call of pretty cries spill from your lips, intermingled with weak babbles of his name. You’re so breathtaking like this in your post-climax haze: fucked out and cloudy-eyed, panting into the cool air as his slowed thrusts still rack up an aftershock of shudders.

Neuvillette bows his head, once again trailing wet kisses across your collarbones, before pausing to hover his lips right over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his warm breath a familiar spot of comfort in this maddening pleasure. Perhaps it’s some sort of sixth sense unique to only the most attuned of lovers, ones whose souls seem to harmonize in perfect resonance, but there’s hesitance in the way he suckles at the spot, fangs ghosting over your tender skin.

“S’okay… you can do it.” Your soft, dreamy sighs of approval are accompanied by the languid tilt of your neck, jeopardizing more of your delicate skin to the dangers of his teeth. “You can mark me… w’nna be your mate…”

Choking back a moan, Neuvillette pistons thrice more into your cunt—pulling out until just his tip remains, and then plunging back into your gooey insides, sending you into another round of dizzying convulsions. His own orgasm follows, seeing stars as he places an amorous bite to the crook of your neck using only the flat of his teeth. 

With how deep he’s buried, ribbons of his cum shoot right into your womb, spilling out into every cavity, and painting your interior white. Warmth blossoms from the inside out. Your heart is full, mumbling happy nothings of ‘mates’ in between sniffles, while a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, thick liquid oozing from where he ends and you begin. His own chest rises and falls in jagged patterns, but his only want is to seek your lips, to drink in your mewls, and exchange sweet kisses, so that your soul and his, may meld together as they dance in the shape of your breaths intertwined.

He strokes your hair, planting easy kisses all around as he unplugs himself, letting loose the flood of cum that seeps out of your hole, but you whine at the loss, wanting nothing more than to be ever close to your newly consummated mate. Neuvillette only nuzzles into your neck, deep purrs of content reverberating from his chest as he lazily rubs his scent all over you. Meanwhile, a quick swish of his sapphire tail up the sticky underside of your thigh, teases another pulse from your cunt, and by reflex, you push out another dollop of white. 

A small tap tap to his shoulder distracts him from his scenting, and he looks up with a tilt to his head and a small furrow to his brow, his normally sharp eyes full of earnest concern, relaxing only once he finishes reading through the bleary, dulcet tones of adoration that glow in your half-lidded eyes. You poorly suppress your little giggles—although he often disagrees, your lover really can be quite adorable. 

Fontaine’s Iudex Neuvillette is elegant, poised, and meticulously polished… but here in the quiet night hours, in the privacy of your hearth, your Neuvillette is unruly-haired and damp-skinned from satiating the beastly desires of his still tender heart. You reach out a tired arm, first brushing back the pieces of hair that cling to his skin, then wrapping your palm around to cup his face. 

“Was I a good mate?” Your hand slips down from his cheek to play with the tips of his silvery hair. “W’nna be the best for you.”

“You already are the best for me.” His hand, no longer clawed nor scaled, brings yours back up for a kiss to your knuckles. “The only one for me.” 

He rolls off of you, sweeping you into his embrace, as he carries you off to the bathroom. Your head rests heavily against his chest, but your happy hums and quiet murmurs of ‘good,’ tell him that you have not drifted off into slumber just yet.  

“You truly are a wonder,” he breathes, dipping his head to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “And it would be my honor to have you as my mate… but not tonight.”

His instincts had urged him to do it, to permanently claim you as his, and mark you as a dragon would, but his heart vehemently disagrees. The most sacred bond known to his kind is an ultimatum in your relationship, and it is one he refuses to be the sole architect of, so perhaps the two of you can revisit this conversation again once you’re more clear-headed; his answer would remain the same anyways.

a/n2: writing this took years off my life, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless ! as always, thank u sm for reading, and reblogs + feedback are very much appreciated ♡

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[targaryen-dynasty]

COMFORT.

Daemon Targaryen x valyrian!Reader

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

WORDS: 1.5 K

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

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

It was a lacklustre affair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck–” 

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

“Good,” he rasped. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt comfort, minors dni

word count: 5k

summary: You, both a member of David's group and one of his former victims, are already contemplating escape when Ellie arrives at the resort. Seeking Ellie, you decide to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity to run. But before you can find Ellie, you cross paths with Joel instead.

warnings: age gap, virgin!reader, mentions of past grooming attempt, mentions of cannibalism, past rape attempt, PTSD, blood, canon typical violence, no smut for now, spoilers for s01 e08

a/n: this was previously named let me follow this is also new for me because I've never written virgin!reader before (mostly because i didn't have the best experience with that) but i felt like it was fitting with the story and where i wanna take it in the future.

Revelation 13:3-4 "One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast. People worshiped the dragon because he had given authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked, 'Who is like the beast? Who can wage war against it?'"

The wind blows cold. You, a girl who has lost everything, sit on your knees on the ice. Your family has been long gone. Your hope dwindles, hanging only by a simple thread. You don't know how long you've been crying. Your hands, young yet covered in the warmth of blood. The scent of pine reaches your nose, and you sniff involuntarily, just like you did before you lost everything. Before the world ended. You hear the sound of men approaching you, and you wish they would just kill you. Sixteen and already you wish for the sweet mercy of death.

“Now what do we have here?” A man speaks, his tone is humorful. Melodic. Your mind and body already slipping and reaching towards the warmth of it. “You poor young thing. Where’s your family, girl?”

When you finally look up from your hands you see a man on a horse. Typical for this day and age. Near him hovers four others. All of them looking weathered and older than you. Your eyes move back to the one that seems in charge. He has strawberry blond hair and a thin beard of the same color. His eyes narrow slightly. They pop under the cold blue sky and the frozen lake. You don’t know what to say. How to answer this man who is an obvious threat. 

He hops off the horse, and you attempt to move away but your legs are frozen in place, your heart beating loudly against your ribcage. He kneels next to you. Observing. You swallow, fear coating your tongue with the taste of bile. His eyes soften when he takes in the sight of you. Bruised and wounded. Your eyes squeeze shut as he reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair only for the wind to bring it back. 

“No need to be afraid, child. We’re a peaceful group and there are more like us if you want to join.” 

“J–Join?” your teeth chatter, your lips hurting as you speak. There’s a bit of light filling the cracks of the iron cage of your heart. Hope. You realize it to be. Hope that you found someone to help you. To look after you in this infected world. He must’ve seen it in your expression because his soft smile grows, eyes glimmering with mirth. 

“So afraid,” he hums. “But we’ll change that soon enough. You’ve been brought here for a reason. And I think I know what your purpose is in our small clan.” 

He swiftly stands, leaving you dumbfounded and still upon the freezing ice. Your mouth gapes, your body buzzing with a newfound need to stay alive. 

“What’s your name?” you ask. He throws an old coat over your shoulders. Not his own. But one he had extra on his horse. Probably taken from someone else who was more unfortunate than you. 

“David,” he answers gently, as if he’s scared you’ll run away. Before you reach out, he grabs your hand and lifts you. You nearly fall, only prevented thanks to the strong arm that wraps around your waist. He’s warm. Much warmer than you expected. “Lovely to have you with us.” 

The men near him don’t seem to share the same sentiment but you smile all the same. 

You don’t want to think for a while. Maybe not even for a millennia. If possible. 

10 YEARS LATER

Whispers of death surround you. The names of the fallen circling you and squeezing your heart tight. Suffocated. That’s how you feel. Helpless. Trapped. Consumed. Faint murmurs fill the hall room. The cold that seeps through the wood, the same wood that was intended for summer and not winter, worries everyone, including you. But at the same time, you think this is what you all deserve. An icy grave. Freezing to death and surrendering to the cold. 

You were never meant to feel warmth. You know that better now. 

The chair creaks next to you and when your eyes shift to the side. You see James taking a seat. A sudden rage fills you. An indescribable rage. It disappears as soon as it appears like it always does. He turns to you and gives you a curt nod. You don’t nod back. He might think he’s looking after you but he’s not. All he’s done is turn the other cheek to a faith that is spewed by a liar. A deceiver. A disgusting man that makes your stomach turn—

The aforementioned man finally stands and clears his throat. Loudly. But not loud enough to overpower Hannah’s cries. She sniffles. Rubs her eyes roughly. Her mother wraps an arm around her and starts whispering words of comfort. You have no idea what that comfort would be since it was her father that had died. You remember the day you lost your parents. You felt utterly defeated at the time. Hopeless. Swallowed by darkness. Your eyes rubbed raw and stinging from crying and crying and crying—

David opens the bible and reads. His glasses are perched innocently above his nose. His voice, despite the rasp of time, still carries that melodic lilt. You don’t listen. Refuse to. 

“And I saw a new heaven and a new Earth. For the first heaven and the first Earth were passed away. . .”

You close your eyes with a stuttered breath. Your body is thrumming. Your legs shaking and heart pounding. These are the most painful times for you. The times where you have to listen to him and pretend to be moved by God’s will. You hate hearing his voice. The same voice that told you you were his. The same voice that commanded you to strip for him completely when it was only your arm that was wounded. 

Your pulse quickens. Your cheeks grow warm. 

You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. 

It happened years ago but it doesn’t matter. No matter the passage of time it still feels like it happened yesterday. His touch on your cheek. The way his blue eyes ate you up as he stalked around you, pretending to be worried while he was just taking in the sight of your body. A soft touch here and a soft touch there. Knuckles following the curve of your spine. Palms feeling the weight of your behind. The memory makes you sick. The way he was marinating you for something unspeakable. 

He enjoyed when you flinched. Enjoyed the way you whimpered and curled away. He laughed and did nothing else. He wrapped a bandage around your arm while you remained stark naked. Then he left. Leaving it to James to come to the room, telling you to get dressed while averting his eyes. 

You jerk, eyes going wide as a sharp cry echoes within the thin walls. 

“. . . And I heard a great voice out of heaven say, ‘Behold… the tabernacle of God is with men. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes—’”

He’s trying hard to ignore it. You can tell by the way his lips twitch ever so slightly, his nostrils flaring with annoyance when another cry is heard. 

He stops. 

And your heart stops along with it. 

You’re still afraid even when his anger isn’t directed at you. Cold beads of sweat make you feel clammy and gross. You want to hide. And even though you blame him, you want to move closer to James, hoping that whatever it is that’s going to happen, he can shield you from it. 

David turns his gaze towards Hannah and Joyce, Hannah’s mother, and lets out a sigh as if it pains him to see someone so distraught. 

“I’ve read this passage too many times,” He walks towards Hannah, his brows slightly furrowed and eyes full of rue. He places the book on the table and removes his glasses, placing it above it. You’re surprised when he kneels but your stomach twists as he places a hand above Hannah’s knee. She’s unaware, her bottom lip trembling. “Do you remember what comes next?”

She shakes her head. 

“‘And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes… ‘that there will be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither will there be any more pain… for the former things are passed away.’” 

Your eyes move to the crowd. Everyone holding on to one another, eyes red and wet. Hannah takes a sharp inhale, your gaze promptly landing back to the scene. 

“Do you know what that means?” She nods and when she does, David grips her shoulder. “Good.” 

He exchanges a glance with the mother and stands up, a groan dropping from his lips as he does so. You feel a momentary satisfaction at his discomfort. 

“When can we bury him?” 

The question surprises everyone, including David who doesn’t show it. The only oddity is him looking at James, a gaze so quick and short that if you hadn’t been sitting next to James you would’ve missed it. “The ground is too cold to dig. We’ll bury your father in the spring.”

Hannah seems content with the answer for now. The sermon is over when David opens the doors. His eyes linger on you as you get up, slow and groggy. Despite her recent loss, you find Hannah to be lucky. At least she had someone to protect her for a good while, her body free of being viewed as an object that belonged to someone else. 

You don’t look at either James or David as you leave. Not that it mattered. They were too busy talking amongst each other.  

You wipe the snow that catches over your eyelashes with the back of a gloved hand. Everyone had a job to do and yours today was to chop wood in the freezing weather. You hate the feeling of shivering and sweating at the same time. It’s a disgusting feeling. But you were the youngest of the group—and had fallen out of favor with David, which meant that he didn’t try to get into your good graces by giving you the stay-by-the-fire duties. Not that you missed it. You’d rather freeze to death than give any part of yourself to him. 

Your feet drag over the snow. Your biceps ache with the added weight of the firewood within your arms. Breathing from your mouth, your eyes are drawn to one of the sheds. That place always gives you the creeps. It’s always locked. The windows dusty and blocked by cabinets from the inside so no one could see. You never thought of asking what the hell was in there, no one else did either. Everyone just wanted to survive. A herd of sheep following the blood-stained mouth of their leader. Not that they knew he had a blood-stained mouth. That information was only reserved for his victims and James. 

A log slips from the top and you loudly groan towards the sky. You need to leave this hell hole. You don’t know when. But you have to. 

Just as you lean down you sense someone coming towards you at full speed. Jumping, you move back only to see James huffing and puffing with a small package in his hand. You raise a brow. “Weren’t you supposed to be hunting?” you ask, picking up the log. “What the hell are you doing here running like a maniac? ‘Scared the shit out of me.” 

“David is at gunpoint.” Good. “And the crazy girl demanded some medicine. Hopefully, I can sneak up on her.” 

You scoff, “A girl? Since when does David follow any kind of demand?” 

“It’s complicated.” He looks uncomfortable, you must’ve struck a nerve with that. “She’s with the man that killed Alec.”

“You’re taking medicine to her? Actual medicine.” 

“David said. . .” 

You raise a hand and shoo him away, “Just go. I don’t care.” 

Watching him leave, your brows knit tightly together. This had to be a joke, they found the girl and by proxy, the man who killed Alec and. . . David is helping the girl? You don’t necessarily care for revenge— but the fact that he’s actively wanting to show just how kind he is to this girl is suspicion-worthy. He likes what he sees and pulls a curtain over his true colors to obtain it. You know word of this will come out soon. You’re positive that James told at least one person when he went in to get the medicine. It would spread like wildfire. 

And most of the people here, starving and cold with no warmth left in their chests are hungry for the heat of revenge. 

Just like you had predicted rumors were spiraling. 

You’re sitting someplace unnoticeable and near the windows. Snow hits the glass like heavy rain. The clear panels freezing over, you visibly shudder. Your decades-old jacket isn’t enough anymore to keep you warm. 

Your head turns with another whisper coming nearby. Something about a girl being with the man who killed Alec. Your eyes shift to Hannah and her mother sitting in the middle, the young girl seemed furious, her eyes hardened but still carried a juvenile chubbiness in her cheeks. The look doesn’t suit her. It looks like a drop of blood on top of snow. No one is touching their food. Steaming bowls of meat sitting on top of weathered tables. You’re not hungry so you push it away. You’re hoping with every fiber in your body that they haven’t found the girl. You wouldn't wish David on even your worst enemy.

The doors open with a loud, bone-chilling creak. You jump at the sound. Soft flakes of snow hurry inside, melting as soon as the light touches them. James holds the door open for David and the latter, with great effort, drags a large stag inside. The entire room stops breathing, their eyes glued to the scene, their minds full of questions. 

The door closes. Suddenly you feel trapped and suffocated. 

“Big one,” David says, looking towards the tables with a crooked smile. Not even one person is talking now. Just deafening silence. James moves away quickly, his eyes find yours, and takes a seat next to you. You’re not sure why he hovers around you. Maybe in some sick way, he thinks you’re friends? 

David sighs loudly, bringing your attention back to him. “If you’ve heard a rumor… yes, we found a girl who was with the man who took Alec from us. When the sun rises, I’ll lead a group out to pick up her trail. Won’t be hard to find in the snow. We’ll follow it to wherever they’re hiding… and we’ll bring that man to justice.”

“You should kill him. You should kill both of them.”

David’s head snaps towards the vengeful voice. Your blood freezes, a tingle settling at the base of your neck, your skin grows taut over your muscles. You’re afraid. And your fear only grows when David stalks towards the girl, a faint smile on his lips, he removes his gloves. One by one. His movements slow, unrushed. He stands in front of Hannah, briefly stares down at her—

You flinch at the sound. The loudest smack and thud you’ve ever heard. Your eyes widen, heart beating in your throat as your eyes remain glued to Hannah who’s scrambling on the floor. David seems unbothered by it. Like he hadn’t just backhanded a young girl. The mom stands, murmurs getting louder, without thinking you attempt to get up too, thinking of all the ways you can kill the man. 

But James—fucking James—he stops you with a hand on your knee. You give him a disgusted look and he quickly pulls his hand away. But the damage was done. You settle back, the chair groaning underneath you. 

You watch as David halts the mother with a single hand, gently gesturing her to sit back down. She does—she does and it drives you insane. It’s surreal almost. There’s a loud hum in your ears as David kneels next to Hannah, her eyes looking anywhere but him. Scared, she takes David’s offered hand. You feel sick. Your stomach churns, bile rising to your throat. He helps her up and sits her down. He’s still on his knees, his eyes soft. 

Disgusting. 

“I know you think you don’t have a father anymore. But the truth is, Hannah, you will always have a father. And you will show him respect when he’s speaking.”

Tension rises with his words. You can tell from the brief glances that happen behind David’s back. However, it’s not enough. No one does anything. They just sit and wait as Hannah’s mother brings David a bowl of food. They begin to eat, the rest follows. 

Spoons clink. Wind blows. Birds caw.  

You look down at the meat, clutching the fork in your hand. You can’t. Something disturbs you. James also lingers before he takes the first bite. Something in his eyes makes you rather starve than taste. 

You look back at Hannah. Her bottom lip is trembling, her cheek red. 

She eats. 

“Where is she?” 

David’s eyes glimmer with amusement, his teeth showing as he smiles. You’re out in the open. Snow falling all around you. Your chest squeezes. You can barely breathe, yet your chest continues to rise and fall. 

“Is my little lamb jealous?” Heat simmers under your skin. How fucking dare he? “Head back. This doesn’t concern you.” 

“Like hell, it doesn’t,” you snap. His eyes narrow and for a brief moment, your mind flashes images of him tying you to the bed whenever you swore. A nasty shiver crawls up your spine. “Let her go.” 

“And why would I do that?” he shakes his head. “Do you want to know why I never touched you again? I got bored. I knew I could have you whenever and wherever I wanted. The fire in your eyes died. You had no fight left in you.” he chuckles. You’re trembling now, your legs feeling weak underneath you. “And I enjoyed seeing the fear in your eyes whenever I entered the room. . . wondering. . . thinking about when I would finally make you my own.”  

You don’t know what to say. The snowfall picks up in pace. Hurling, dancing around you both. A sign of a storm. The cold kisses your cheeks. David grins and extends his arms towards the sky, you take a step back. 

“I finally found myself a pet that’s fun to play with. Someone that won’t be so easily broken.” 

Broken. Broken. Broken. 

That’s what you are, isn’t it? Broken. Alone. Unwanted. 

You have to get to the girl and get the hell out of here. 

You lift your chin, “You’re sick.” 

Bad move. His nostrils flare with anger as he grips your chin and forcefully brings you closer to his face. As someone who went on and on about you being too submissive for his liking, he sure as hell seems to hate that you’re defying him. 

“Don’t you dare talk back to me,” he spits, squeezing your jaw until your lips part with a whimper. “I'm the one who saved you and spared you. I’m a good man but never forget that you belong to me.” Without hesitation, he cups you between your legs. You stiffen at the touch, fear chills your skin, feeling little pins needling into your muscles. “You’re mine to break and when I do, you'll love it. And you'll finally be a woman.” 

He doesn’t linger. Leaving you, he disappears between the cabins. You collapse to the snow, shaking, trembling and tears flooding your eyes. You fist at the snow, your fingers becoming numb as it melts between your fingers. You were a fool to think that you were safe. You genuinely thought that after so long he’d let you do your own thing within the community. But no. He still had his eyes on the “prize”.

You want to run into the forest but you can’t. Your eyes fall to the ground where his footsteps are perfectly visible. Now you know where the girl is. 

The door that is always locked is open. 

Your brows knit together as you observe the old wood swaying back and forth due to the wind. Your skin is icy cold. Coming closer you see that the lock had been broken, shattered. You see a spray of blood on the snow and that entices you to take a step forward into the dark cabin. You know you shouldn’t be taking any detours. Your backpack is secured tightly against your back filled with essentials and some sentimental items you gathered during the years. You should go. But you’re curious. You have to know what’s been in this shed for all these years. 

You sigh. Curiosity killed the cat. 

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you murmur. 

You pull out your gun, your finger on the trigger as you explore. It seems pretty standard. Some items, lots of dust—

Two large hands shove you roughly against the wall. You choke, all the air leaving your lungs as your gun is knocked out of your hand. Momentarily you’re pulled away and slammed back against the wall again, this time the back of your head thudding against the wood. You groan in pain. Your body screaming at you to run and hide. 

“Where is she?” you hear a man hiss through gritted teeth. “Where the fuck is she?” 

You’re slammed once more, tears prick the corner of your eyes and you barely manage to raise your hands. 

When you finally manage to open your eyes, panting heavily, you see a disheveled man. At first glance, he doesn’t make you feel that you’re in danger—which is an ironic feeling considering the throbbing at the back of your head is his doing. Lines run across his face, his eyes full of worry and anger. You immediately know who he is. There was only one girl after all. 

“You’re—” you swallow. “You’re him.” 

His hand tightens around your throat and a gun is hastily pressed against your forehead, “Tell me where she is or I’m shootin’ you.” 

“I’m actually trying to find her myself,” you answer, which by the looks of it was the wrong this to say. “I—I wanted to help her. Free her. David. . . the man that took her—he’s a monster.” 

His eyes narrow, “You from this community?” 

“He took me in when I was sixteen,” you explain. “I had no choice but to join.” 

“And why should I trust you?” 

“Because I know exactly where she is,” you bite the inside of your cheek. “And I know that you’re hurt. I can help.” 

“Then what?” 

You shake your head, not understanding. He clarifies. “You help me and then what? What’s the catch?” 

Your eyes blur with tears. You’re just so fucking tired. 

“I just want to leave.” 

Something about the way you whisper must’ve wake something in him because he lets you go. He lights the flashlight. “I ain’t in the business of takin’ in strays.” 

What? “What?” 

“Just leave. I don’t need your help.” 

“You—You don’t understand!” Just as he turns you jump towards him, fisting the back of his jacket, the fabric isn’t soft enough for you to get a good grip on him so you grab his shoulder instead. “He’s a monster! Everyone fucking underestimates him—he’ll—he’ll—!”

He stills. Rushed steps coming to a halt. You think he’s going to shove you off, push you away but he’s glued. With the fear of silence, you pull back and step to the side. He’s still not acknowledging you. His hard gaze glued to where the flashlight is illuminating. You follow the light speckled with dust. Horror curling in your stomach like a hook. 

There are three of them. Three bodies hanging like animals being prepared to cut into pieces. 

“Oh god—” 

You bring your hands to your head, your heart ramming into your chest, you shake your head. “No, no, no, no—” You take a step back. The man rips his gaze away from the bodies, away from what it implies. You take another step back and another. You’re shaking, your eyes glued to the floor. He—David—he fed you people. 

Fucking people. People that you knew.

Finally, the scent hits you. The smell of flesh and blood. 

You scream. 

The man is on you in an instant, you tumble to the ground and he goes down with you willingly. “Shit—no no no. Shut the hell up— shut the hell up.”

The knot that forms in your throat is large and uncomfortable. You bawl your eyes out, hiccuping against his chest. He takes you into his arms and you can’t be bothered to think of the why of his actions. His biceps tighten around you. You’re still shouting, still thrashing around, crying—he presses you further into his chest, muffling your sounds. You vaguely hear him shushing you, telling you it’s gonna be alright. Lies. He’s telling you lies. 

You start to quiet down and only then do you begin to make sense of his words. He’s murmuring bits of his life. Of what he’s seen. You finally learn the name of the girl: Ellie. The thick baritone of his voice is like a melody. It soothes you. Maybe not fully. But it helps calm your raging heart. You breathe. He smells like wood and snow. 

“Thank you,” you manage to whisper, pulling away. “Please let me help you.” 

“Yeah—Yeah, you can help.” He guides you to your feet in a way that your back is turned to the bodies. Just the thought of what's behind you makes your lungs cave in. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, desperate for any kind of distraction. 

“Joel.” 

“Alright, Joel,” you head towards the door. “Let’s go.” 

She escaped. 

You can’t help but be impressed at the sight of an empty cell. But the pride for a girl you haven’t officially met dies in your throat when you see who’s against the wall, covered in blood. 

“You knew him?” Joel asks, his tone lacking any kind of grief. A question asked more so as a courtesy than actual worry. 

You stare at him. His blue eyes now lifeless, lips parted. It almost looks like he’s sitting, just taking a rest on the cold floor. It would be easy to make you believe that if it wasn’t for the cleaver sticking out of his neck. 

“No,” you answer dryly. Yet, you still walk to the dead man and gently close his eyes. You warned him this would happen. Joel doesn’t ask any more questions. He doesn’t have to. “We need to find her before David gets to her.” 

Joel immediately rushes out, you following him close by. You feel utterly useless. You have no idea where Ellie might’ve run off to. It doesn’t help that some part of your brain is still occupied with James. You hated him in a way but still, he was there. You’ve known him nearly your entire life. It felt off to be the one to close his eyes. 

The storm had stopped. The sun reflecting from the snow irritating your eyes. Joel seems to be getting irritated with every step. Desperate. 

He’s the one that sees her first. 

Ellie staggers out the large building currently being engulfed in flames. Her walk is uncoordinated, her steps uneven as she breathes in the icy air. Before you can warn Joel not to startle her, he’s already running, grabbing her by the shoulders. Your heart shatters into a million tiny pieces when you hear her screams and shouts. 

“It’s me,” Joel says, cradling her face with both hands. She hits his chest with sideway fists, he holds her more firmly. “It’s me.” 

You see it in her face, the exact moment she realizes. You see blood splattered across her face, her expression hurts you. It’s the same expression you’ve seen on yourself for years. 

“Hey… look. It’s me… It’s me. It’s okay.”

She mumbles, “He—” Before Ellie can complete the sentence she wraps her thin arms around Joel, the man hugs her tight. Your heart shatters then. The damns you were so adamant on keeping locked being teared down by people you barely know. 

You cry. Salty tears just bursting out of your eyes. There’s no slow build, no single tear and then the rest. It just all comes down flooding. Your shoulders sag, your fingertips numb. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

You sniff and look up to the sky. Fuck. It’s so hard to stop when it begins. You see grey smoke rising into the crisp air. He’s dead. You don’t need to see the body to know that he is. 

Your eyes drop to the two survivors embracing infront of you. That girl saved your life while you were trying to save hers. You were too late. Both of you were. She looked the beast in the eye and slayed it. Freeing you. 

They part and Joel quickly wraps his jacket around her tiny trembling shoulders. You’re empty. What now? That was his question. You don’t know. Do you go back? Do you explain to the people who David manipulated just how horrendous he really was? Would they believe you? 

Your eyes are drawn to a flicker of movement. Joel is looking straight at you. Ellie still unaware of your presence and you can’t blame her. 

You’re lost. 

But then his eyes soften with something akin to understanding and he gestures you to follow. 

Like a lamb to a stream, you do. 

[verkomy]

okay so I’m rereading the hobbit and I want to make a list of my favorite quotes and parts so here we go:

“bilbo (…) got something a bit queer in his make-up from the took side” I chuckled

“mr. baggins was very fond of flowers” of course he was he’s a blorbo

“it was a beautiful golden harp, and when thorin struck it the music began all at once, so sudden and sweet that bilbo forgot everything else” bombastic side eye

“as he lay in bed he could hear thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him. bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams” criminal offensive side eye

“the explanation did not seem to explain” my brain 24/7 (but also when someone’s trying to explain the rules of any board game to me)

“bilbo was wearing a dark-green hood and a dark-green cloak borrowed from dwalin. they were too large for him, and he looked rather comic” bilbo in dwarven clothes, just throwing it out there

“bilbo baggins, a bur — a hobbit,” said poor bilbo, shaking all over, and wondering how to make owl-noises before their throttled him” this one made me laugh

“trolls simply detest the very sight of dwarves (uncooked)” this one too

“his house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all” I want to go to there

“dori, who was at the back next to bilbo, and a decent fellow. he made the hobbit scramble on his shoulders as best as he could with his tied hands, and then off they all went at a run. (…) that sent them on faster than ever, and as poor bilbo could not possibly go half as fast, they took it in turn to carry him on their backs” WE WERE ROBBED

“why, o why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole!” said poor mr. baggins bumping up and down on bombur’s back “why, o why did I ever bring a wretched little hobbit on a treasure hunt!” said poor bombur” comedic duo

gandalf answered angrily “I brought him, and I don’t bring things that are of no use” we love a supportive friend

“(gandalf) gave bilbo a queer look from under his bushy eyebrows” live gandalf reaction

“you ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit” good life advice

“here they sat on wooden benches while gandalf began his tale, and bilbo swung his dangling legs and looked at the flowers in the garden” a short king <3

“that only makes eleven and not fourteen, unless wizards count differently to other people” I LOVE BOOK BEORN SO MUCH and this whole chapter is probably my favorite by far

“the hobbit felt quite crushed, and as there seemed nothing else to do he did go to bed” what a mood

“long noses are sometimes useful you see” do with that information what you want

“they knew only too well that they would soon all have been dead, if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times” AS THEY SHOULD, too bad thorin didn’t see any of what happened

“he did not like being dependent on by everyone, and he wished he had the wizard at hand” honestly, same

“never laugh at live dragon, bilbo you fool” another hopeful advice

“you are more worthy to wear the armour of elf-princes than many that have looked more comely in it. but wonder if thorin oakenshield will see it too” ouch

“then bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse” this one hurts

“he was in fact held by all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to be queer” of course he was :D

[itsabouttimex2]

Ahhhhh the Tang Sanzang and Wukong fic was so good! I adore the interactions between demon reader and them- though i am curious how did the rest of the JTTW crew react to the mischievous scamp of the forest?

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(I had to use this gif again because there is jackshit for Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing in the LMK gif community. Give me my boys….)

Ao Lie is… rather confused that his master saw fit to bring along a child on this dangerous journey. After all, the path ahead is fraught with many dangers and perils. Perhaps the little one would be safer in the care of a monastery? Or even a kindly pair who had long wished for a child? Sure, they may be a demon, but they’re clearly not malicious or cruel!

However, the monk is set in his actions. Your wrists are cuffed with blessed bands, set to restrict when a sutra (separate from Wukong’s) is chanted. Your ragged clothing is replaced with a proper, covering cossack and walking shoes that they had to force your feet into as you screamed and kicked.

But in spite of the confusion he bears, Lie is a little happy, too! He’s got a little sister/brother to dote on now! As one of the gentler and less troublesome members of this little gang, he’s often tasked with watching over them, especially when the group is attacked by demons.

Though it takes him a while to coax you into actually taking him up on it, the white dragon horse frequently offers you rides. At first, you’re a bit too proud to accept, trudging along even as you tire from walking. He wants so bad for you to trust him, and maybe; in time, to consider him an older brother. And if that means he has to pester and push you into accepting a little bit of doting? So be it!

And one day you will accept. Worn to exhaustion from another demon attack and thoroughly admonished by your master after another escape attempt, your body is worn and sore. The fillets around your wrists have ground your skin raw, leaving you to whimper with each step that makes the cuffs jangle against your fresh wounds.

So, finally… you clamber up and onto his back with a few pained noises, sniffling into his lavish white mane.

“Brother Lie,” you hiccup, arms snaking around his neck. “Master got angry with me again.”

“Oh dear… did you try to run away again? Little one, it’s much safer to stay with your brothers and master!” Though his voice is not without compassion, he clearly sympathizes more with the monk who’s been intent on keeping you around. Mostly because he agrees with not letting something as small and precious as your little self take even a single step out of sight.

He… he just doesn’t want to lose you, that’s all! It’s not strange to want to protect a fellow demon! Why, you’re hardly more than a baby! Look at you, you poor thing! Tiny features and scrawny form and big eyes!

How could he risk you being unhappy? How could he risk you being hurt?

“Stay with me, little one! Big brother will find you something nice to eat! And then I’ll see if master has something for your poor wrists, hmm?”

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Sun Wukong is somewhat baffled that you’re being brought along, honestly.

Baby? A baby? A little forest-dwelling baby?Why, you’re no taller than his hip! Here, come here and “let him check your height” and then he snatches you off the ground with a grin.

“I may be no tree, but you’re hardly even a flower,” the monkey teases casually, throwing you into the air. “You haven’t even sprouted, bud! How are you going to keep up with such little legs? Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Keeper of Great Beasts’, Y/N?” He catches you, then another throw, higher into the air. “Kiddo, they’d crush you under their feet and not feel a thing!”

“Wukong! Be gentle with the child! And stop teasing them!”

“Aww, but they like it,” he calls back to his master, patting your head as you flail to gain purchase from the arm he’s tucked you under, strangled by the accidental grip he has around your throat.

He’s, uh… not the gentlest or most responsible.

But- he makes for a good playmate! And that doesn’t sound all too serious or important, sure… but Y/N has a lot of skills they need to build, and socialization is one of them. Under Sanzang’s watchful eye are you pulled into many games and chases, helping you build basic skills and strength as you and Wukong wrestle or race.

I like to think he carries you on his back like a baby monkey when you get too tired, clinging tight to his strong-as-iron fur, nestling against the near-invulnerable fluff from behind.

“Brother Wukong, tell me your titles,” you say sleepily, having gaining some modicum of respect for the simian through constant playing and occasional training with him.

“And then tell you how I got them?” “And then tell me how you got them.”

This exchange essentially boils down “tell me a bedtime story,” and “sure, sweetie” but the only one who realizes that is the Great Monk, Tang Sanzang- who is trying very hard not to melt from the cuteness of it all.

Y/N getting to enjoy some measure of a happy and harm-free childhood in the form of the Great Sage’s furry arms, one hand thumping your back as he recites an old tale or two.

This massively improves Sanzang’s opinion of him, too. Seeing Wukong genuinely tamper down the ego and potential bloodlust (assuming he’s anything like in the novel) to be truly gentle with someone who definitely needs someone to trust and rely on… it’s quite redeeming of his character, certainly.

Probably tampers down his yandere behavior the best… until you get injured, and then all the other pilgrims get to see the strength with which he used to wreak havoc on Heaven.

And there will be blood. And bone shards. And brain matter. And eventually, the utter and thorough destruction of what was once a demon. No one can sway him from the carnage, not even the tightening-fillet sutra.

After all, isn’t every “big brother’s” job to protect his little siblings?

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Zhu Baije is probably the most resistant to having you along, mostly because he knows he’ll have to be “polite” and “patient” with you around, some whelp dragged to the world from the root of a fallen fruit tree.

Often tries to trick you out of food, but gets petulant when you try the same thing with him. And then he has the gall to ask you to help him identify poisonous plants and berries for him to snack on. Under threat of the sutra being recited, you grudgingly give him proper advice.

Now, it’s not that he can’t be sweet and doting-

It’s just that he doesn’t want to be.

Also, he brings out the idiot in you very quickly, causing Sanzang to try and supervise any and all interactions between the two of you. Because when he doesn’t, you get this:

“Y/N, there’s a stronghold of demons here! What are we supposed to do?!”

Y/N, who has lived in a sprawling forest with big scary animals from the moment they were born: “…maybe we should try to make ourselves look bigger.”

“Brother Swine, come and help me overturn this log!” “S-Swine?! You little brat, you better call me by my name!” “Or else what… Brother Swine?” “Or else I’ll-“

“Enough,” calls the Great Monk, stern and tired. “Enough squabbling, my disciples! If we are to see this journey to the end, we must all cooperate! Please, Zhu Bajie, lend your hand to Y/N. They asked not out of laziness, but as acknowledgment of your strength!”

“…huh. Alright, then! I can help!”

But, slowly, he does come to care about you. Letting you rest your head on his gut like a squishy pillow, carrying you when you get hurt, making sugar-sweetened herbal tea to share with you, letting you hide behind him when Sanzang is looking for you…

And then he eats the first human being who tries to hurt you. All across you is a messy shower of splattered gore and sundered organs, painting your face and body.

It’s proof, crimson and wet, that he really does love you, in spite of everything.

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Sha Wujing, to start off- adores Y/N. They’re tiny! They’re cute! They transform into adorable animals! They can talk to beasts and trees!

And… they treat him like a person. An actual, thinking, feeling, person.

He definitely tries to dote on the kid, and I think he’s a strong contender for being their favorite person. How monstrous he is! How powerful! Like the great beasts that lived in their forest, tall and proud and imposing!

Wujing reminds them of home, essentially. Y/N is constantly crawling all over him as they would the beasts of their grand forest. He allows the strange behavior, understanding that the kid’s never had real interaction with other people outside of toying with travelers or waylaying attackers.

Always kneeling my down to their level and trying to make the child feel safe and heard. He often shares tales of his river and interesting passerby, and Y/N responds in turn, speaking of their forest. The two of them laugh and bond over their shared experiences.

And off the side, Sanzang is listening in with horror all across his face as they compare stories of killing and eating invaders who dared come to their homes.

Lots of piggyback and shoulders rides, and just barely being able to peel over his red mop of hair. He’s also one of the only people who you let mess with your hair, allowing him to comb and braid it.

“Brother Sand,” you call aloud, a nickname just a touch more affectionate than those you’ve given his companions. “Come look at the creatures I have found in the riverbank!”

And man drops everything to spend a little more time with you, happy to let you push little creatures into his massive palms as he teaches you their names.

And maybe, if things go wrong… the bloody butchering and head-piking/skull-stringing of anyone who even looks at you wrong. Maybe.

In general, just an absolute delight.

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Tang Sanzang believes entirely in the possibility of anyone becoming a better person through hard work and effort.

So little Y/N, the Guardian who Spreads Growth, Keeper of Great Beasts:

Put flatteringly: Is adopted by five men and treated as a cherished; if troublesome, little sibling who is doted on and allowed to become a better person. Lots of good food and cozy clothing, and they never go hungry or cold again. They’re taught to read and write, and never are without unconditional love.

Put unflatteringly: is forcibly displaced from their home and made to adopt new customs and styles, severed from that which they know and love to become someone else’s idea of “right”. Also they get torture bands slapped on their wrists.

Sanzang tries to be fatherly and kind with Y/N, attempting to delve into the “why” of any mischievous or cruel actions you commit instead of simply writing them off as “bad”.

“So… you thought that man was going to hurt you?”

“He smiled at me! With all his teeth! It was a threat, Master! And then he walked towards me with a hand out!”

“…I see. You were scared of being hurt, then?”

“I- No! No! I didn’t say I was scared! I wasn’t!”

Lots of “therapy sessions” to help work through your feral mindset and improve your problem solving skills.

In general, solving problems while trying not to be frustrated. For example:

Given that Y/N has never once cut their hair, it’s even longer than they are tall, and proves to be quite a bit of trouble. And they respond violently to his attempts to cut it, screaming and swiping like a feral cat. It takes a few weeks of nudging and asking, but Sanzang gets them to submit to a “trim” that cuts more than five feet of hair away and still leaves the little demon’s locks dangling down to their ankles. He’ll try for more later, but allows you to be for a while.

Then, cutting your nails. And washing the grime from your body. And getting you into shoes that you’ll keep on. He settles for boots with laces, given that you can’t tie or untie them. Y/N, you’re sitting on the ground in front of him seething because you aren’t flexible enough to bend forward and chew through the twine lacing. Also, in order for him to get them on in the first place someone has to restrain you, so one of your “brothers” is getting the silent treatment. (It’s Wukong.)

He won’t ever be “Brother Sanzang” or “Brother Monk”, but he will get something better:

“…father,” you’ll finally say after a full year of traveling with him, lying in a puddle of tears with your head in his lap. “Please… please forgive me, father.”

“Oh, Y/N… of course, of course. Come now, sit with me. Let me tend your wounds and wipe your tears. All will be well.. my child.”

And maybe, just maybe… he’ll think about taking one of your circlets off.

[adarkandmagicalforest]

An Irritation p. 2

pairing: Otto Hightower/Targaryen Reader (twin to Daemon)

tags: explicit sexual content, hate fucking, mentions of incest, otto hightower talking about sin

She had not thought to do it again.

But then, Daemon had been expelled from his short term as Master of Laws and had been in an especially instigative mood since then. He'd dragged her from her bath, complaining all the while, demanding they fly together.

When she refused, as it was Winter and a storm was pouring rain over Kings Landing outside, he prodded her, viciously trying to get her to rise up to his fire. But Daemon was poor company when in such a mood, so his pushing only served to make her furious. She'd bit out some response and dressed in a mere robe before leaving through one of Maegor's tunnels, her brother glaring after her as she left.

She ended up at the Tower of the Hand soon enough.

But to her utter disappointment, Otto Hightower was nowhere to be found in his chambers.

But never one to suffer disappointment for long, the Princess began to help herself. He had not been here to stop her after all, and what did it matter if she wished to ruffle around in his things? He was their servant after all, it should have pleased him that his possessions could entertain her for a time, she mused as she explored the chest of drawers against the wall, the nightstand that held a pair of gloves and the desk with his papers. She even exchanged her robe for a pair of his trousers, loose and far too long for her much shorter legs, but an interesting sight nonetheless. She wished she could have found his pin, but the blasted man seemed to never take it off.

She had begun humming when she went through the rest of his clothes, the stale mass of dark grey, black and emerald green uninspiring until she found a pair of thick, woven ties inside. 

They were clearly meant for holding, perhaps to fasten against his belt or some other mundane purpose, but she as a dragonrider thought them to be rather similar to reins .

And so the Princess took them, laying herself back on the Hand's neat belt, hoping dearly she would not need to wait long. 

She counted near a half hour before her ears caught the sound of doors opening beyond the bedroom. 

Pleased, her pale hand rose up and pushed her half-dry, ivory curls up in an artful array and arranged herself into a more comfortable position on her stomach, though the mix of his trousers, her long hair and the dark green ties that were idly wrapped around her wrists like bracelets was an odd one, but she liked the way it felt.

Minutes were all it took then for the door to creak open - it halted of course, halfway upon opening. The Princess ignored it, instead twirling the fabric about as her heart thudded in her chest, curious to see if Otto would play.

More heartbeats followed, but words were not uttered. 

She could only hear his footsteps, stepping over the floor and to the rug beneath his large bed. 

"I did not think I would receive a visit from you, Princess. I did not receive a missive nor warning of it." Otto finally said, not as negative as he could have been. For the past week, the Lord Hand had been thoroughly avoiding her, which was an interesting development, especially with Daemon's horrible attitude of late. Normally the old man would've started lashing criticisms of her and Daemon both, no matter which twin had earned his ire, always lumping the two together. But even with her brother wrecking havoc, she hadn't heard Viserys grousing once about hearing of her from his Hand.

So the dragon turned onto her back, her pale hair covering her breasts but hardly as a fine act of modesty, what with the curve of her small breasts and her soft pink nipples being well on display. 

The movement caused the Hand's breath to hitch, just slightly, which made her lips turn up into a pleased grin. That would surely bother Otto, who's immediate twitch of his brow told her that his action had been an accidental one. "I thought you were a servant of my House, Otto - I did not think a servant required prior warning before I had need of him." She replied, lifting herself up onto her arms, peering up at him expectantly.

"Of course. Yet it would only be polite. Then, I should have expected that to be something that was beyond your worries, Princess." He said then, drifting closer now and placing his hands on the sturdy wooden footboard of his bed. He always kept such neat hands, she noticed blithely. Clean hands with clean fingers and clean fingernails. Only days ago, those fingers had been rubbing at her cunt til she came. Daemon would have taken this man apart piece by piece, slowly feeding each limb to Caraxes if he ever found out. 

"Mmm. The worries of a Princess are more important than such things." She agreed. She squirmed slightly then, rubbing her thighs together. The texture of the trousers that she was wearing was rubbing against her, heat looming within her at the motion.

This action caught the Hand's attention instantly. "It seems though, you've been here for sometime." He said darkly, finally approaching her properly, now looking down at her as if he could frighten her. 

"I have." 

Finally, Otto reached for her, looking rather frustrated but also aroused in her opinion, especially as his hand smoothed over her pale stomach. His fingers pushed her loose hair out of the way of his path as his touch traversed her torso, moving carefully along her delicate ribcage and then up the curve of her pale breast, the warmth of his hand pleasant, especially as his thumb moved over her nipple. The Princess moved slightly, pressing herself up against this touch, encouraging him to stroke and pet her. Cannibal liked the same. 

"You've been going through my possessions." He stated, disgruntled and yet still touching her. He was still roaming over her flesh, but now his hand was touching the trousers she'd stolen, perhaps noting after ducking them down an inch, that she wore nothing beneath them.

"I was bored." 

This, he didn't like, because then his fingers began digging into her, his nails raking over her until she gasped and red marks raised up through her soft skin. She was soaking through his trousers, she knew, and was tempted to grab at his wrist and escort it down between her legs - but she was fascinated where he was going with this. How odd it was to think him an interesting lover. 

"To think, a woman of your privileges, to be blessed by the Gods to rule - and yet to be damned by such sin." Otto finally said, an edge to him that made her ache. So this is how he wanted to play? Very well, she thought, ecstatic. 

"Oh yes, I forgot how pious you are, Otto. It must have slipped my mind the last time you were wetting your cock with my whorish little cunt." The Princess almost purred back.

That flash of pissed off and starving came over his face, and then he climbed over her in the bed. His hand gruffly moved underneath her hair, grasping at her nape with force as he kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily, her hands reaching for him and yanking at his clothes, fantasizing for a moment about putting on his doublet with the gilded hand of the King pin, perhaps with him putting his mouth to good use at her cunt while she wore it. 

But Otto had another thought, it seemed. 

Because her hands, having been making work of the ties on his doublet, were suddenly seized with an iron grip and roughly pinned above her head. And those ties, which she had been wearing as bracelets, were now her reins - as they were now being tied against the headboard with such swift action that by the time she thought to struggle and wriggle and fight, it was already done. 

She shouted her frustration, wriggling against the ties, but to no avail.

"So much fire and yet two little straps can keep you bound so tightly..." The Hand said, looking down at how she struggled. 

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still touching her, his fingers rubbing over her sides and then up to her breasts, massaging at them near worshipfully, she might have made a stronger effort of it. She could escape, if she so wished.

Otto lowered his head then, kissing at her rib cage slowly. "If you were not born a Targaryen, a girl with your appetites would have been punished by the Seven already." He said, his wiry beard tickling her as he mouthed along her sternum and then up the curve of her breast. His mouth was warm, but the tantalizing thought that he was visiting her body as he might a Sept while also murmuring of punishment could dazzle her mind. "A girl with such a mind - " The Hand continued, kissing one pink nipple while his hand plucked at the other. " - one no better than a slut... If you were named anything else, even just a bastard perhaps, you would have been stripped down and paraded through the streets to atone for the whorish desires within you."

Hot arousal bloomed in her, needy and aching at his words. House Hightower had always been tied to the Faith, but she'd never believed religion to be anything more than lies told to shame children to behave. Now, devilishly, she wondered if she should have learned more of it - if just so she could combat old Otto more properly. 

"And what does that make you, Otto? Touching your slut Princess like this, as I'm sure your dirty old Septons fantasize about too. Some faithful man you are... I wonder, what would your wife think if she could look upon you now, hm?" She mused back, glad to not be so breathless when his fingers began roughly unlacing her from her trousers. The laces rubbed against her flesh so quickly as he pulled them away, as he'd done so with such harshness that they left tiny rope burns on her stomach. The trousers were ripped away just as quickly, and her legs were pushed up, bending them against her chest.

The look on his face was dark and outraged, just as he usually looked whenever her or Daemon's lips ever quirked a smile or pushed the Hand to his limit.

This she was fine with, pleased to see some fire, but instead of receiving a cock, she got a rough hit. Otto's hand spanded over the softest part of her arse, just where her thigh met it, and even over her cunt. The smack stung unbelievably, and the sensation actually made her yelp in pain.

But that didn't stop the Hand's hand, who smacked her again. And again. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

Seven times, she realized once her arse was burning hot and stinging painfully. He'd hit her once for each of his stupid gods. Her core was weeping, the contact from his smacks not enough to satisfy, just to torture her. Perhaps he hadn't meant these to arouse her, but the evidence was surely hard to ignore.

"You really are no better than a common whore, aren't you, Princess? Look at you - " Otto opened her cunt lips with his thumb, a wet sound joining it. "Pink, pulsing and soaking wet after I've just struck you. I should bring you to the King and have him look upon you. You would bring shame to him, no matter white hair graces your head or dragon you straddle between your legs that make you believe you are outside of the will of the Gods."

"Oh is that what you desire, Lord Hand? If you wished for an early - well, earlier, death, I could introduce you to my Cannibal. It would be my pleasure." She assured, feeling indeed to her pleasure when the older man took his time stroking her.

The petting she liked, but when he did not add to her neddling, she immediately began to push at him, needing so badly to be ridden.

"Gūrogon aōha jēda sir, Otto? Tolī uēpa naejot qogralbar nyke rhinka?" Taking your time today, Otto? Too old now to fuck me roughly? She murmured coyly, knowing just how to annoy him with her tone and use of High Valyrian, which had never failed her before.

His thumb pressed punishingly upon her clit then, making her hiss and raise her legs up high as if that would make him relent.

"You will cease to speak your foreign language at once if you expect a response." Otto commanded, his voice strict and heady even as his free hand snatched at her leg, placing it high over his shoulder while he forced his fingers inside of her - they slipped inside of her easily, wetly, before beginning to thrust them within her, his speed not enough - she needed him angrier.

"Kostilus istia gūrēñagon ziry pār, ser." Perhaps you should learn it then, ser. She replied, mirth in her voice. And that was enough, she saw, with just a sharp twitch of the Hand's brow.

Her cunt received another sharp smack of his hand, the strike over her clit now, making her yelp. A second came over her wet lips. And then, with no warning, Otto took her by her hips and flipped her onto her belly. His body followed, straddling the back of her thighs as he forced his lips along her back, moving her pale hair out of the way so he might kiss along her neck, even grazing his teeth over her shoulders and then down her spine while his hands roamed her lithe body with a worshipping touch. He was so unlike Daemon or her other past lovers - the dragon princess never quite knew what he would do next, especially as she was under his mercy. What did a would-be jumped-cut second born son want to do with his Princess? He had yet to suckle at her as he did their influence, this she was disappointed she had yet to experience to it's heights. But then, Otto grasped at her rear, spreading her arse so he might run his knuckle along her cunt and even her arsehole. Every part of her came alive as he did, awareness and thrill raising her blood with excitement.

A knock came. 

To any other, this would have been the moment they stopped - almost getting caught the tipping of the glass that would have shattered the moment.

But not to a dragon.

She was Cannibal in a woman's form - and above all, she hungered. Wantonly, selfishly.

"If you do not fuck me right now, Otto Hightower, I will scream for all to hear." She threatened, turning her head to witness his face.

He did not disappoint. Fury crackled through the air, and he very nearly looked to scowl before reaching for the front of his breeches and taking out his cock. "What is it?" He called out coldly to whomever dared to interrupt.

The head of his manhood slipped inside of her, lingering for only a moment before being removed - and then roughly thrust back within her until he was fully sheathed in her, almost making her yelp if not for his hand slapping over her mouth to keep her quiet.

"The Small Council has been called, my Lord Hand, and are awaiting your arrival." A servant replied from behind the door.

Otto slammed his hips against her, his cockhead hitting that place within her cunt that she knew with enough attention would make her peak if he fucked her hard enough. She thrust backwards against him, needing more, but his fingers had dug into her soft hips tightly, forcing her still while he controlled the pace. 

"What topic has the meeting been called for?" He questioned gruffly. The Hand pulled out of her again, lingering with just the head rubbing through her folds, before thrusting within her again.

"I believe it is - Prince Daemon, my Lord." Pain came through her hips then - Otto's fingernails had dug so hard into her flesh that he'd surely drawn up her blood. "He has landed the Blood Wyrm over a tavern in Fleabottom - with the storm this eve, there was much damage to the area, including the death of a local tavern owner." 

There was no more teasing to be had now.

Her brother's Hand had finally begun doing as she wanted most - he'd roughly slammed his cock inside her, as deep as it could go, nearly taking her breath away at the force. 

"I - will be along - shortly." He growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, not even waiting to hear a response for the poor fellow who had given along the message before beginning to fuck her with true earnest.

If she had a mind to, she might've wondered if he would not worry of throwing his back out with this action - but there were no thoughts to be had, let alone a mind left to her as she lowered herself onto her elbows as Otto rammed himself inside her, fury ruling his body as well as his lust as he fucked her. There was a loud, wet noise echoing throughout the room, with their shared grunts and her muffled whimpers joining it. Over and over again, he drove into her body, until she felt him bruising her hips and his cock repeatedly hit upon her cervix. 

His hand suddenly removed itself from her mouth. It reached for her ties and undid them deftly before grasping at her throat. Her body was pulled up until she was pressed solidly against his chest, his cock still deep within her even as his lips brushed along her ear.

"Did you come here as a distraction then, Princess?" Otto inquired dangerously, the rumble of his voice making her shiver with delight. "So your brother might do as he wish through the city?"

She moaned softly, especially as his fingers wracked up her side, the pain whirling with the pleasure. She wanted to finish so badly, she could feel his cock throb within her - the talk of Daemon though had made him violent.

"Daemon does as he pleases whether or not if his twin sister knows or cares." The Princess replied restlessly. She rolled her hips back against him, but his grip was like iron.

"Does he?" He countered, accusation in his voice. 

She shoved herself against his back, enough to free herself. Otto was still in a fury over Daemon's recklessness, and once her feet hit the floor, her hair was captured - and then her lips. 

The kiss was fierce and mean, teeth clashing and his tongue demanding the submissiveness of hers, which he would never receive. She kissed him back hotly, gasping when he pulled her back onto the bed, her scalp stinging as he threw her onto her back.

When he finally did leave her, he did so with his cock still wet, and the dragon wondered idly if her brothers would be able to smell it on him. 

[scaly-freaks]

Snippet of Rhaena/Aemond from my AO3 fic which I probably won't be able to fit into the work itself because...plot issues. Might write bits here, I don't know. We'll see.

tw // implication of dubcon

"WHERE IS SHE?"

For such a petite woman, his wife screams like a banshee. But to her little dragon - that raw, pink, ugly creature - she coos like a siren, all trills and undulations.

Rhaena's arm sweeps across the table, sending his books scattering. Half of them belonged to her grandfather, along with a few scrolls from Yi Ti scribed in a language Aemond has yet to decipher. He pores over them in the evenings, following along with Corlys's annotations - he never had much opinion on the man beyond helping to kill his wife. But Aemond must admit that he had a sharp mind for linguistics.

"Your dragon - " he pauses to finish reading a line of script, thumb pressed to the ink-stained paper. " - is safe. Don't fret."

Rhaena's voice dips low, trembling with rage. "Give her back. She needs me to feed her. She won't feed unless I prepare the bottle - "

"That's funny. She was feeding just fine when I left her with the dragonkeeper." Aemond flings the scroll on the table, and tosses one leg over the other, hands folded across his stomach.

He smiles at her - that cold, cruel, curl of a smile - and waits for it to sink in.

For months now, he has been patient, allowing his wife to come to terms with the reality of their marriage. Granted, he had forced his sister to give her stepdaughter over in marriage as the only elder left in that wretched household, but there was no mistreatment beyond that. Rhaena had her own chambers, her own separate life. All he asked was that eventually, she turn her mind to the reality of ruling a great house.

Heirs.

"Give her back," she repeats, and he almost feels sorry for her. It is clear she is struggling to draw air into her lungs, the absence of her dragon has her so distraught. "Please."

"Give me what I want and you can have your dragon."

"Sire a bastard and have your brother legitimise it. Isn't that what you fought the war for? So that you could both do as you wished? Now this realm is yours. Go! I give you permission. Find a whore and sire a whelp, but first return my dragon to me."

Aemond rises from his chair, slowly, so as not to alarm her.

Ever since the incident in the riverlands, Rhaena has treated him like a caged tiger, giving him a wide berth where and when she can. When he is reminded whose daughter she is, her fear strokes his nerves like silk on velvet, satisfies that deep, sadistic pit in his stomach he has nursed since the first time he watched Vhagar's flames swallow a man whole.

He won't hurt her - the girl is too precious for that sort of bad behaviour - but her fear keeps her in line, prevents her from choosing treason in her bid to escape. Besides, her mother's dragon now keeps watch, turning her childhood home into a prison, one which she has tried and failed to run from. The irony is steeped in poetry.

Rhaena takes a step back, and then another, glassy eyes searching his face for any indication he will accede.

"I want heirs off you." Half the battle is won through physical stature, and Aemond towers over his wife in her delicate rose-pink dress and gold-braided hair. She is a petal, easily plucked and viciously torn, unlike her sister who is all thorns and ice. "A boy, another boy, and then maybe a girl. Little fishes to populate Corlys Velaryon's grand, old Driftmark."

She is staring at him as if her mind has left her body and walked a hundred miles into the sea, deep under the white foam, to a place where he cannot reach her. Except a single trace of his finger down one of her braids brings her twitching back to him.

Only one question remains.

"So...do you want your dragon back, Rhaena?" Aemond asks, sugary sweet.

[multific]

The Deal (Part 2)

Aemond Targaryen x DarkSorceress!Reader

Part 1

Warning: Smut, mention of dark magic

Summary: You could never see your own future, no matter in who you searched for. You could only see bits and pieces of the future of people you would be involved with longer. So, when the handsome Dragon Prince wonders into your home, you only see small bits of his future. You knew what that meant. It meant that he was your future.

Everyone was shocked by the maiden at Aemond's side.

The Prince walked around the castle with the unknown woman with such confidence.

The Prince was very confident all his life, but now, now he looked like a new man, a new dangerous man.

Even his mother found it strange and required an explanation from her son.

"She will be my wife within a week. And when the Blacks will come for us, we will fight."

Wife?

Everyone thought it would be impossible to celebrate a wedding during such times.

Everyone found it shocking that all the flowers in King's Landing bloomed like never before.

The celebration and the exchange of vows happened just as Aemond told his mother.

And now, you were his wife.

---

"A child for a child." you said as Aemond entered your chambers that night. "They will come and take one."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

"Can you stop them?"

"You know our agreement my Prince, sorry, Husband."

"I married you so no one would ask questions, they are already doubting our relations at it is! I held up my end of the vow, now you have to do your part."

You stood up from your chair, completely expressionless as you walked over to him.

"You do not tell me what I have to do, Dear Aemond."

"I am your husband."

"So? You believe the title holds any significance for me? You truly believe that I would care about that? I told you, Aemond, people will die, I will only save you."

"Then do not tempt me! Telling me about the attack and the death of a child! At least do not say it!" you smirked a little. "Please, don't taunt me with such things, things I cannot do anything against."

There was so much you wanted to say but decided against.

"I'm sorry." you simply said, it made Aemond turn quickly, he never heard you apologise before, given he didn't know you for long but still. 

You walked over to him and took off his eyepatch, it made him shiver with shame, you did notice.

You stepped closer as his arms moved around you, with one flick of your finger his hair fell around his shoulder and face.

You slowly guided him to your bed on your way you removed both of your clothes and laid him down on the soft bed.

"I wish to gain your forgiveness, Husband. I shall ride you all night into  pleasures you never felt before."

"I believe I have experience in that. You are... truly a sorceress, you enchanted me and made me weak but you also made me so much stronger." he let out a moan as you sank down onto his hard rock cock.

Your nails ran down his chest, marking his milky-white skin as your hips began their movement. When you made a particular movement, Aemond's hands flew to your hips, holding you, helping you go faster.

But he soon grew tired and grabbed your legs. He stood from the bed and walked to the wall, holding you against it at he continued to fuck into you.

Your moans were loud making all of King's Landing hear you. 

The sounds of sex filled the room and you felt and heard yourself getting more and more wet.

You let out a loud whine when his lips attached to your neck. He insisted on sucking that spot so sweetly as his hips never stopped their movements.

While he didn't speak a word, his thoughts ran wild. You heard him curse as he kept on going faster and faster, his movements getting sloppy as he began to reach his end.

But you weren't ready for him to stop, you ran your hand down his spine, giving him the stamina he needed to go on longer. Just as you did that, he suddenly changed, he pulled out and put you on the floor, forcing you softly to lay down on the bed as he moved behind you.

His hips had the perfect rhythm as his hand pushed your torso into the bed.

He dominated you like no one else before, simply because you never let them. Aemond was different, very different. 

You neared your end and so did he. You knew he wanted to pull out, you felt it in his movements, he was ready to pull out any second.

"Don't pull out, Aemond." you said as if your strongest spell was nothing compared to what you just told him, he felt like he was under a spell.

He kept on going deeper and faster. You could feel the tip of his cock reaching new depths. 

You loved it.

When you came your legs shook a little, he came with a loud groan as he pushed you harder into the bed.

In the beautiful afterglow, you always realize just how well you chose when you decided to take him.

---

The screams of agony.

Oh, how delightful you found it to be. It was something you always throughout enjoyed.

But as Aemond ruled, Aegon kept whining, ever so quietly but to your trained ears, he was loud and clear. Every movement, he screamed. And his thoughts, filled with anger, sadness and pain.

He was even more broken than Aemond.

You stood by the foot of his bed as a nurse helped him, he kept hissing.

"You are doing it wrong." as you spoke up the little woman screamed a little and backed against a wall. Aegon was just as surprised to hear you talk. "You are hurting him even more, which causes him to scream and he is keeping me from sleeping, you dumb woman." you watched as she picked up the cloth and just stood there like the idiot she was. "Leave us, for fuck's sake." she quickly left the room, your eyes followed her as Aegon kept staring at you.

"What do you want?" he asked, voice filled with rage.

"I can feel your anger. The King who never wanted to be. Where is your loving mother now? Oh, right, with your brother."

"I asked, what do you want?"

You watched his body, you knew he would survive, but you also knew he will not live for long. Should you help him? No, he was not who you desired.

"I want you to finally sleep so I can as well. I'm sure you heard, your brother kept me up all night. I wish to sleep now and you keep on screaming."

"I never made a noise, leave now, you witch!"

You let out a long sigh.

"I can make your pain go away. So you can sleep and so can I."

You walked over to his head, he did try and move but he couldn't. You lifted your hand and placed it on his forehead. 

"You should stop seeking your mother's love." you told him right before he fell asleep, you moved back to your room and headed to bed.

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The day soon arrived.

Aemond will now face his uncle and he would come back victorious.

You did cast a spell on him to protect him and Vhagar.

You were not ready to lose the old girl just yet.

You watched the sky as Vhagar was ready. It will rain soon.

"My Love, I shall return soon." said Aemond as he walked over to you, placing a kick kiss onto your lips before mounting his dragon.

"I will wait for you." you told him as he flew off.

You closed your eyes and reached out to the darkness to make sure he was safe.

Aemond never fully knew about your powers. He knew you were extremely powerful, he knew that you liked to carve things into his door, he has seen you surrounded by darkness and he has seen the dark shadows, but he also didn't want to know. 

The darkness never scared him until he met you. When he met you and brought you to his home, he started to see shapes in the dark, but even if he lit all the candles in his room, there was always a dark spot that seemed to be watching him.

He never asked you about it either, too afraid of the answer. 

So, when he saw Daemon getting swallowed by the dark, he knew it was your promise. He knew it was your magic keeping him safe.

Right before he fell, Daemon threw his knife at Aemond as a last attempt to kill him, but the knife was taken by a dark creature.

Aemond couldn't wait to go back to you, he wanted to see you so badly.

As his uncle fell, Aemond thought, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

At that moment he thought, it was the first time that he was fully since you two met.

He felt so unsafe. How could he live without you for so long? He felt so vulnerable as if he could die at any given moment because you weren't there.

He wanted to see you, His Wife.

As soon as he landed he ran to you as you ran into his arms.

"My Prince is back. I knew you couldn't die but still, I was worried."

His hug tightened as he took a deep breath, smelling you, making sure you were really there.

"My Love." he said.

When did he fall in love? He wasn't too sure. Could it be the moment when he saw you smiling at Vhagar? Could it be the moment when he watched your eyes light up as you watched him walk closer to you?

Aemond wasn't sure when it happened, but it happened and now he didn't have anything that could separate the two of you.

He felt so free, free of the burden of the Blacks, now it was only you two.

Him, your prince and you, his wife.

A/N: I didn’t intend for this to get a Part 2 but here we go, many of you requested it so I’m giving you what you want. I hope you all like it, feedback, as always, is appreciated. 

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—soft skin ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

aegon Il targaryen × niece!reader

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ short story au

—part one — two — three — coming soon

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ summary: the two of aegon and y/n never got along. never—all until aegon catches the oh so wonderful, sweetheart y/n targaryen at a club.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ word count! 3257!

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ warnings! drugs (cocaine, alcohol, weed) typical targaryen incest, small obsessive/obsession if you squint, smut, arranged marriage

this fic will NOT follow the story line/plot of HOD! although i made up this au, i do not own house of dragon nor do i own the series, books, and characters! all rights

the next morning things were a little different from the night before. of course, like any other two individuals who go to a bar and end up leaving to have sex in one's house, they’re bound to wake up and feel awkward. especially when the drinks and drugs they took were off in the morning.

y/n woke up with her head turned to the window as the open bed was cold and smooth. groaning with her hand automatically laying atop her head at the pain that throbbed through it.

her face twisting in discomfort she sat up to feel her chest and shoulders be smacked with the coldness of the house. looking down in slight concern and confusion at the coldness she saw her breasts out in the air with no covering.

‘what the fuck…’ covering herself with the silk sheets she looked around at the strange environment to see the a huge window that showed the city down below. marble walls painted dark green that almost look black. the room itself was dark all around as the only light that came through was from the gray sky.

looking around a bit more hopefully to find her clothes or—hell, anything to cover up. she found a button down shirt that wasn’t the one she wore last night but it’ll do.

picking it up and seeing she couldn’t find underwear, y/n’s feet touched the cold feet of the floor below her. the smell of weed and food being clouded into the house itself as she looked around.

the dark long hallway had small pictures on the walls and random expensive things on small tables.

looking at one of them she scoffed at the architecture of a naked woman with huge breasts and the man hugging her legs almost sucking her as she looked down at him.

touching the table that held it, the coldness from it deeply into her fingers she mentally noted—everything in this place is cold.

walking herself down the hall hesitantly with her hand touching the darkened wall she went down the stairs and saw an even bigger downstairs.

the living room with a black clothed couch and dark green carpet under the couch with a glass coffee table that had some empty beer bottles on the top of it. there was a ball table off into the distance with more beers atop it.

once she settled all the way downstairs was where she met the man she fucked last night.

his white hair was lightly tied back into a small ponytail as he wore not shirt but only black sweats.

‘your awake, thought you died along the night’ he scoffed.

‘you’d wish i did…making breakfast, huh?’ she walked over to him and pressed her body against his back as he hummed in agreement to move around the eggs on the plate.

‘never knew you cooked—‘

‘oh i don’t…this is from my mom. i’m just warming it back up. it was in the refrigerator’ he admitted while y/n smiled a little.

‘i could have cooked for you, my mom teaches me some things along with the maids of my house’ y/n let her hand work its way down his back and over the scratches, her scratches.

smiling to herself a bit before moving away with her legs out in the open, welcoming the cold air to swiftly pass her. she let her fingers dance across the white marble table of which was squeaky clean…surprisingly.

walking more over to the large window that looks down on the city below she admired the view. the overlook was beautiful, the clouds however, blocked the sun itself from shining and showing its brightness.

her thoughts causing her to block out the noise around her, she thought of home. and how utterly angry her mother and father would be when she gets back home. especially since at this time they would be checking or even escorting her out of her apartment and back home to their open arms in waiting.

she never complained, never argued, never fussed, kicked or cried when it came to them being over protective. she understood to her mothers extent that’s she means extremely well and wants nothing but the best for her.

but y/n never wanted to be grown up, wrapped in bubble wrap and closed off from the world.

y/n likes to thinks that’s the reasoning to her rebellious ways.

as she looked at the overview of the apartment window, aegon made his way over to him with a new blunt in hand and glass of wine in the other. y/n failed to notice his presence before he let his head place itself between her shoulder and neck, inhaling her scent.

‘i see you’ve taken a liking to the view of the city. seems like you haven’t seen a view like this before, which i would not believe’ he scoffed as she shook her head and crossed her arms. the warmth from his chest that was pressed against her giving her comfort in a way.

‘hm…you’d be right. i have seen views such as this. much better ones actually. your window seems to only capture the darkness and gloom of the city. i promise you there’s much better than this’ she grinned while tilting her head a bit more to the side as he started to kiss down her shoulder.

‘hm, really? then maybe you can promise to take me one day?’

‘me take you?’ y/n scoffed while turning around. swiftly and softly prying the wine cup from his hand.

‘i thought that was supposed to be the other way around, no?’ she tilted her head to the side a bit before taking a small sip of the bitter sweet wine.

‘you need more wine, sweeter—i can get you some if you’ll like’ she teased while walking up the stairs as he got a clear view of her ass.

scoffing and inhaling a bit of his blunt as he felt his pants get a sudden tightening, he reluctantly followed her up the stairs a bit farther than she actually was.

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‘then that would mean i’d have to give you something in return’ he hinted while she sat down on the bed with her legs crossed and the wine in hand, taking another sip.

‘did you just completely forget about your breakfast—‘

‘no i put it away, i was only making it to impress you—if breakfast is what you want let me get you something better than some heated up. how about breakfast later?’

‘later?’ she pressed up an eyebrow with a small smile as he got closer to her, him now being closer to her face as she uncrossed her legs and allowed him to slip his way in between them.

‘mhm, later—‘

‘well then what’s now?’ she looked down at his lips before his eyes, which he noticed and did the same.

he didn’t even have to reply before he greedily pressed his lips against her own which she was quick to follow with, her head being moved up a bit at the forcefulness of which he delivered.

as she kissed back more gingerly she tried to hold her grip on the wine to make sure it didn’t get spilt on the sheets. he noticed that her hand wasn’t touching his body as he would have liked it too which made him quickly turn around to grab it from her hand and place it on the coffee table.

when he went back to her, both of his hands held her face close as he slid himself closer to her between her legs.

groaning into her mouth, she smiled a bit before kissing him more forcefully as he followed her, the two of them in sync.

the next move he did—completely startled y/n. he let go of her face and grabbed onto her legs to have her sitting on his lap. both of her knees pushed against the comforter as he held her hips down his own.

her hands now holding his face, aegon gripped her hips as his breath quickened. she noticed this and decided to moved her hips slowly making him groan into her mouth which she swallowed with her kisses.

‘fuck—‘ aegon grunted as she started to move a bit quicker.

the intensity she was feeling had her get lost in them as she completely stopped kissing him but didn’t move her mouth away. except they were caught in an open mouthed kiss as he kept his slightly lidded eyes on her closed eyes that were focused and lost in pure pleasure.

aegon ached and needed to be plushed and wrapped around her warmth, pulling her body up and off of his hips to redirect her back onto the bed which drew out a frustrated whine as she lost her high—he hurried and pulled down his sweats.

‘don’t you worry, baby. you’ll be pleasured. you’ll cum being wrapped around me. full, and tight’ aegon grunted as she looked into his eyes and nodded her head. her chest quickened up and down with heavy breaths.

pumping himself to prepare as a bit of pre cum started to leak form his aching tip, he closed his eyes before pushing himself into her making her moan out.

‘shit…oh my—‘ she mumbled while he slowly moved in and out to fit himself around her pussy.

her legs wrapped around him just like the night before he quickly went to grip her thigh. his fingerprints making small dents in the soft plush of her skin. this causes him to be in her deeper, his soft tip lightly grazing over her sweet spot making her gasp.

‘keep going—harder’ she encouraged as he gripped his shoulders with a bit of force while he worked his hips to thrust into her own.

the skin to skin contact creating an echo in the room around them, y/n went to moan out as she felt her high peeking its way through only for him to place his lips above her own, making a sloppy kiss.

‘i’m cumming…i’m cumming’ y/n breathed as he got faster with more force—‘cum around my cock’ he told her—to him it was more of a beg, a beg to feel the tightness of which would be wrapped around him.

just as aegon said this she came, her pussy clenching around his cock, making him cum deep inside herself. the both of them cumming as he softly mumbled her name in her lips while she kissed him slowly and in a daze.

the moment was completely soft. warm and slightly wetted bodies pressed against each other as their chests grazed each other with each breath they took from the rise and fall of their lungs. y/n’s still wrapped around his hips that were unmoving, still attached to herself.

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after their shared showers which resolved into round two, the two of them got dressed in different clothes. aegon had clothes from helaena’s previous stays which only made up to her moving out and back with their mom who saw it coming.

y/n at the moment was getting her hair nice and done before seeing her parents which she knew was probably beyond worried sick about her for not being home right now. especially since last night.

y/n was later informed that a bodyguard snitched and exposed that y/n had left last night and never came back home.

jace and luke were blowing up her phone—mostly jace. of how worried they were and how mother was furious—her dad did his thing and tired to keep her calm given the fact she was known for blowing up with anger a lot so this wasn’t his first rodeo.

when she was done with her hair she hurried and rushed her items that were taken out of her purse and back into the bag, hurrying to her phone and putting it into her purse as well.

aegon has just now been getting out of the shower after their moment, he caught a glimpse of her slipping on one of her boots making him hurry and wrap the towel around his waist and rush to her side.

‘where are you going?’

she didn’t reply until her shoe was tied tightly—‘i have to get back home, my parents and brothers are worried…i’ve overstayed my welcome’ she mumbled while slipping on her next shoe.

aegon’s heart was practically racing. he’s very self aware that he’s only met her last night but he’s been trying to deny himself of being slightly enfranchised with her overall behind once her mother and brother told him about her when she was born.

he’s never met her until now and the moments they shared can’t just be overlooked. he’s done this countless times—more than he’d like to admit but for once he actually caught himself being actually interested into a one night stand.

he hoped the affection they shared with each other made it out of the bedroom.

‘no…no you haven’t you can stay for as long as you like—i don’t mind, i really don’t—‘

‘aegon..’ y/n huffed out while moving her white hair behind her ear that had fallen while she was tying her shoe.

moving next to him to where his chest was close to her own and his head looking down a bit to be eye to eye with her. y/n placed a hand onto his wet chest and she passed it lightly.

‘i have to go, and if this is meant to be something more…maybe we’ll meet again…’ she gave a tightly lip smile while looking between his lips and eyes which he noticed but focused on her eyes, her eyebrows frowning sadly a bit as she kissed his lips softly. aegon subconsciously moving in sync with her.

pulling away from him slowly which had him almost chasing her lips to be back on his she stepped back—‘bye’ she mumbled while gripping her purse around her shoulder.

he watched her form walk out of the bedroom in a rush and down the stairs as he stood frozen. unable to follow her, scared to actually see her walk out of the door.

the grip on his towel grew tighter as his heart burned for her. his eyebrows frowned with the distant thought of some imagined reality that she came running back into the room to wrap her arms around him.

seeing it wasn’t true, he knew what he had to do. he had to get her back. he had to get her back into his arms where she could stay, safe and sound.

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back at home y/n gotten one hell of a greeting. the second she stepped foot into the doors of her parents home her mom, rhaenyra ran to her and clasped her hands along her face checking her for any bumps and bruises.

daemon—her dad—did the same hit from a distance, seeing the way she stood a little limped and how y/n would subconsciously lean forward a bit, a bit odd to him since she never faltered in her stance.

‘where were you! i was worried sick! do you know how worried i was?’ her mom yelled as she gripped her face.

‘i’m sorry! i’m really sorry i didn’t mean to leave for so long, i just wanted to go out with a friend and thought i'd be home a little sooner but it got really dark and i didn’t want to be out in the dark since i know how much your warned me about it. i'm really sorry mom, i promise i am’ y/n held her moms hands that were still upon her face with comfort.

rhaenyra looked her in the eyes with sorrow and recurrence as she sighed and gave in the tough motherly act, bringing her daughter in for a tight high immediately.

y/n always loved her mothers hugs. they were the right amount of tightness and warmth that gave her the impression she was being loved by a weighted pillow or blanket. that’s what y/n used to call her mom sometime when she was a baby, her blanket.

daemon was the same, only he gave small, short and sweet hugs. sometimes even shoulder pats or a head pat which he mainly gave to her brothers. he was only really overly affectionate to rhaenyra.

sighing as she let go and gave a small smile to y/n who gave one back, rhaenyra let her go but not before giving her arm one last squeeze to send her on her way.

which y/n openly took and went to her room after daemon gave her a small hug and kiss on the head.

as she walked to her room she couldn’t ignore the fact that jace and luke were following her.

‘stop following me like a bunch of creeps, you could get pepper sprayed for something like that out in the open’ she mumbled as they scoffed and walked to her side.

‘where were you!’

‘you seriously fucked up your chances of living in that apartment anymore’

‘what? seriously?’ y/n sarcastically gasped as she looked at jace and rolled her eyes as he lightly pushed her making her laugh a bit, luke shaking his head with a smirk.

‘there's no way you actually went out and stayed out? where’d you even go?’ luke asked as they approached y/n’s room.

when she opened her door, they were quick to follow and shut the door behind them, ready to fully involve themselves into the juicy story they were about to be told.

y/n smiled to herself at remembering the night and morning she had. body of which made her spend a night that she would most likely remember for the rest of her life.

turning around as she took off her shoes, balancing herself out with holding onto the table that held small decorations.

‘well…i drank’ y/n looked as they let their jaws drop.

‘i danced and sang, i even smoked a little’ she smiled more as they looked at each other as if they were being told the most craziest thing ever.

‘what?!’

‘no way!’ they both replied as she laid down next to them on her bed, the two of them moving to be near her more while she laid on her back and looked at the ceiling.

‘mhm…i even met someone’

this made jace’s jaw open even more if it was humanly possible. jace almost flipped the bed when she told him.

‘what….wait wait—you met a guy?’ he asked lowly.

‘hey, it could’ve been a girl—‘

‘stop joking y/n did you actually?’ he asked. y/n noticed his worrisome eyes and sat up to comfort and ressure.

‘jace it was okay, nothing serious happened anyway…we only talked.’

and fucked—she mentally thought to herself as she laid back down next to luke who played with her stuffed animals.

‘do you even know his name?’ he tested as she shrugged.

‘no, i can’t remember’

its aegon…our cousin.

‘hm…typical. you better hope this type of news doesn’t get out in the open and back to mother. that’ll be the day she really changes on you’ jace warned before walking out of her room. luke took his sign to leave and gave y/n a small smile before leaving himself.

the words of jace giving her reason to really think of what she’s done and the extent of things it could ruin for their family.

[twsted-kinks]

A Little Bit of Assistance (Malleus x Afab Reader x Lilia)

>ageless and minors dni<

Finally got this done. This was a request from someone probably like a month ago but I was sick for like 2 weeks and had no libido. That and just work. Haven't had much time to write but recently had a break so woooo here's some smut. This also ended up much longer than intended

Content Warning: threesome, voyeurism, exhibition, virgin Malleus, virgin Yuu depending on your definition of virgin, shy Yuu turns out to be dominant, biting, sharp teeth, blood, hair pulling, Lilia being ignored then being bratty, kinda degradation with Yuu being called a whore

Basically Lilia acts like a brat helps out Malleus and Yuu during their first time. Malleus and Yuu are dating. Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns. (Terms like folds/hole/cunt used) Reader is implied to have breasts/man boobs but can be read as not having them (I'm a plus size guy and this is self indulgent ok)

"If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to do this." Lilia looks to Yuu who stands across from the two fae. The three stand in Malleus's room with the eyes of the two fae practically glowing in the rooms dim light.

"No no, I'm fine I just-" Yuu fiddles with the top button of their shirt. "Having you two look at me while I undress, it's... intimidating."

"Oh? Would you prefer if we turn around?" Lilia asks.

"I do not wish to take my eyes off you." Malleus adds. "But, if it will help, I can turn the other way."

"I- No, I just- I'll turn around. I think not seeing you will help." Yuu's already blushing face grows a deeper pink as they turn their back to the fae. They undo the buttons of their shirt and let it fall off their shoulders, revealing the back of their binder/bra. The two fae stare intently as Yuu removes the binder/bra from their chest. Yuu hesitates before removing their belt and unbuttoning their pants. They let the pants drop to the ground, hesitant to remove their underwear.

"I think-" Yuu crosses their arms over their chest before turning to face the two fae, eyes looking to the ground. "This is what I can remove right now."

"Whatever makes you most comfortable." Lilia smiles and steps forward. "Now, why don't you sit on the bed for us, hm?"

Yuu nods and does. The fae step closer. Lilia settles on the bed beside Yuu while Malleus steps closer, standing in front of the human. Yuu looks up to Malleus, the dragon fae's eyes are focused on them, pupils blown wide as his gaze lingers on different parts of their body.

"You have experience kissing, correct?" Lilia leans close to Yuu's ear. "And not just something quick."

"Yes." Yuu looks to him but then quickly looks down to their lap. "I've... madeout with a few people before."

"Would you mind helping me provide an example for the young master?" Lilia asks with a smirk.

"I-" Yuu nods. "I can do that."

Lilia leans in and places a small peck on Yuu's lips before kissing them again slow and deep. Lilia's tongue enters their mouth meeting Yuu's own. Yuu shifts their arms, placing their hands on Lilia's chest.

When the two finally pull away from each other, Malleus's hand touches Yuu's cheek, gently shifting their gaze to face him. "I believe it is my turn now."

"So impatient." Lilia giggles. "That was barely a kiss."

Malleus gives Lilia a look before the taller fae leans over Yuu, making the human look straight up at him. The kiss is gentle for a moment but quickly becomes heated. While Yuu and Malleus have kissed before, it's always been soft, romantic, but this- this was hunger. Malleus's forked tongue plunges into their mouth, going much deeper than Lilia's, and his teeth scrape against Yuu's lips, drawing blood. Yuu's hands grip to Malleus's shirt for dear life. Malleus pushes further, pushing the small human onto their back as he crawls on top of them. Malleus is curled over them, their legs spread and their hips meeting his own. He grinds against them, only a few layers of fabric keep him from feeling himself against their folds.

A tug on Malleus's horn pulls his mouth away from the human. "Careful Malleus." Malleus glares at Lilia before looking down at Yuu. His posture stiffs as he sees the blood on their lips.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Malleus's thumb runs along their lips.

"Fuck, Malmal. That was-" Yuu wraps their arms around the fae's neck as they lick their lips. "That was the best fucking kiss I've ever had."

"Oh?" Lilia smirks. "So the child of man likes it a bit more rough I see. Hmm, how about a change of position? I have an idea."

Reluctantly, Malleus gets off of Yuu and sits on the bed. Lilia moves Yuu to the other fae's lap, their back against Malleus's chest as they sit between the larger fae's legs. Lilia floats in front of them, leaning in and kissing the human's lips, then chin, then jaw. He runs his tongue along Yuu's neck, making the human whine. When they feel sharp teeth sink into their flesh, Yuu covers their mouth, trying to silence a deep moan.

"No." Malleus slips his hand alongside Yuu's, gently pulling their hand away. "I wish to hear you."

Lilia licks along Yuu's throat again and sinks his teeth in, higher up this time. Yuu inhales sharply and a high pitched moan escapes them.

Lilia pulls away with a chuckle. "A little human, seemingly so sweet and innocent, but, in reality, you're a whore for pain."

Malleus growls. "Lilia, be careful of what you call them."

"No, it's-" Yuu's thighs rub together. "It's alright. I... like it actually."

"You do?" Malleus asks.

Lilia giggles and licks the blood dripping from Yuu's neck. "A little human whore caught between two fae. I wonder how long they'll last before they're spent."

"Whore..." Malleus experiments, saying the word aloud. "My whore." He runs his tongue up along the other side of Yuu's neck, stopping at their ear and licking the shell.

Yuu whimpers as they reach down, but Lilia stops them before they can touch themselves.

"Patience, you'll get your pleasure in due time. Just let us play a bit more. Now, Young Master, watch closely." Lilia lets out a deep chuckle as he runs his hands up Yuu's torso, feeling the shape of their body, as he places a trail of licks down to their chest. Lilia's hands cup Yuu's chest, massaging the human's nipples with his thumbs. He kneads and tugs their flesh, pinching their hardened nipples and earning a moan.

"More." Yuu moans. "I need more."

Malleus's hands make their way to Yuu's chest, but Lilia slaps them away. "Ah ah, you need to pay attention, Young Master. Both of you need to learn patience."

"I'm tired of being patient!" Yuu growls and forcefully pulls Malleus's hand between their legs.

Lilia chuckles, but, before he can say anything, Yuu reaches up and yanks his head back by his hair, making the smaller fae gasp. Malleus shudders behind the human.

"Just cause I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I'm some delicate flower." Yuu grunts as they release Lilia and tugs their underwear down their legs. "You've had your fun, now sit and stay until I tell you to move."

Malleus eagerly begins to run his fingers along Yuu's folds as they rut into his hand in response.

"Just put your fingers in me, Malmal." Yuu's hand cups Malleus's. "These two fingers. Push them in as far as-" They're cut off as Malleus's middle and ring finger fully dive into their cunt in a single motion, and a loud moan escapes them.

"You're so perfect." Malleus hums as he feels Yuu's warmth around his fingers.

"Curl your fingers, Mal. Keep doing a 'come here' motion."

Malleus follows the instructions perfectly.

"Fuck yes!" Yuu reaches down and starts to rub on their clit. "Faster- More fingers."

Malleus adds two more fingers, stretching Yuu's cunt, and fucks them faster with his fingers.

Yuu's back arches as the build up in their gut finally snaps. They cum around Malleus's fingers, pulling them in even deeper as fluid gushes from Yuu. Malleus continues to finger them through their orgasm until Yuu pulls his hand away.

"On your back." Yuu turns around and places their hands on Malleus's chest. He allows them to push him down. Yuu sits on the bottom of his torso and leans down, kissing up his jaw then biting his ear. Malleus gasps, hands grabing Yuu's hips, and ruts into the air. Yuu begins to undo the buttons on his shirt but then growls and tears the shirt open. "Fuck, Mal. How are you this fucking hot."

"Chi-" Malleus whimpers as Yuu sucks and bites at his neck. "Child of man-"

"My name." Yuu tugs both of Malleus's nipples. "Say it."

"Yuu." Malleus moans.

"Good boy." Yuu's hands trails down the dragon's torso and undoes his belt. "Fuck, you've already soaked your pants huh?"

"Please, Yuu, they're too tight."

Yuu coos as they undo his pants. "You're so cute, Malmal."

"What about me?" Lilia whines as he hovers behind the human. "Am I not cute enough? Have I not been patient enough? Can't I join in again?"

"Fine, but only cause you asked nicely." Yuu chuckles and slaps their ass. "Prep my asshole."

Lilia smiles, and with a quick snap of his fingers, a bottle of lube appears. "Gladly."

Yuu shivers as cold lube touches their skin and drips down their asshole. Lilia runs his finger along the hole before pushing it in.

Malleus's hand cups Yuu's face as they moan. "You're beautiful." The dragon fae whispers.

Yuu's face flushes a deeper red. "You're way to sweet, Mal." Yuu's comment is followed by a loud gasp as Lilia pushes another finger into them.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Lilia pouts.

"Just one of you is already a handful." Yuu groans. "Wait a moment."

"Oh? But weren't you the one tired of waiting?" Lilia chuckles as he scissors their asshole.

"Ugh, yeah yeah." Yuu pushes back against Lilia. "Just back up and let me suck Mal's cock, then I'll get to yours."

Lilia backs up, floating behind the human as he laughs. "Looks like our vulgar human is in for a surprise."

"What are you..." As Yuu undoes Malleus's pants, they notice the strange shape under the fae's underwear.

Malleus clears his throat awkwardly. "Chi- Yuu, I am- My... private parts are unlike those of most fae and even more unlike a human's."

"Mal..." Yuu runs their hand along the dragon fae's buldges. "No matter what parts you got, I'm going to want to fuck you. Hell, I'll probably like whatever you got more."

Malleus moans. "You sound confident."

"That's because I am." Yuu slowly tugs down the hem of the fae's underwear and bites their lip. "And I'm right."

Both of Malleus's cocks stand tall once freed and the fae lets out a deep sigh. The tips of Malleus's cocks start thin then grow in girth, melding into the thick shaft. They start to get thinner near the base until getting even thicker at their knots. So much precum drips down each cock it almost appears like a stream.

"Fuck." Yuu moans as they lean down, lips only an inch away from one of Malleus's cocks. "How can I not find you sexy."

Yuu yelps as they're suddenly pushed forward, face shoved against Malleus's cocks as the dragon fae growls from the stimulation. Precum smears across the human's face.

"Ah, sorry." Lilia giggles as his three fingers stretches Yuu's asshole open. "Was I too forceful? It's hard to tell what I'm supposed to do when no ones paying attention to me."

"Can you let me give my boyfriend head in peace?" Yuu asks as the settle back to where they were.

"Hmm... No. I think I've prepped you enough to have some of my own fun." Lilia coos as he takes his cock and slaps it against Yuu's ass.

"Careful, old man." Malleus growls at the smaller fae.

"Oh, don't worry." Lilia chuckles as he humps his cock between Yuu's cheeks. "I'll leave their womb for you to fill. If they allow me to, that is."

Yuu looks back to Lilia and then up to Malleus. "I'm- Well- Mal, are you okay with it?"

Malleus thinks for a moment before responding. "Only my seed may mark them inside."

"I can work with that." Lilia smirks as he lines his tip up with Yuu's asshole and slowly pushes in. Yuu lets out a low groan as they hold onto Malleus's thighs to balance themselves. Lilia pushes in a bit, then pulls out until only his tip remains inside, then pushes in even more. He does this again and again until he bottoms out.

"Look at that." Lilia coos as he pushes Yuu's torso down, arching their back so Malleus has a clear view of the human's asshole stretched around Lilia's cock. "Now prove to us how much of a whore you are. Pleasure your future king while your ass is used like a toy."

Yuu's eyes seem to have glazed over as Lilia slowly ruts into them. They reach forward and fiddle with Malleus's pants for a moment before ripping them, revealing more of Malleus's underwear and thighs.

Malleus's eyes widen in shock, his cheeks and tips of his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. "Child of man-"

"Need you nude." Yuu grunts in response as they pull at Malleus's underwear, trying to rip them as well. "I want you balls in my mouth."

"Oh, such a demanding little whore." Lilia giggles and snaps his fingers. Malleus's clothes dissappear from the larger fae's body.

"Was that neces-" Malleus pauses as his thighs are lifted back by Yuu. The human wastes no time and immediately wraps their lips around the flesh of one of the dragon fae's balls, sucking. Malleus reaches up, the back of one of his hands covering his mouth.

Lilia laughs as he begins to thrust faster. "Oh, you almost have me jealous, young master."

Yuu moves to licking all along Malleus's balls up to the underside of one of his cocks. They place Malleus's thighs on their shoulders as their hands move. One hand cups Malleus's balls, thumb kneading the plump flesh, while the other hand begins to stroke Malleus's unoccupied cock. Yuu's licking travels upwards until they finally take the head of one if Malleus's cocks in their mouth.

"It's too much." Malleus moans as they reach down, gently grabbing a fistful of the human's hair. "If you do not stop- ah. I will- I will release too soon."

Yuu doesn't stop. The human uses both hands to wrap around both if Malleus's cocks, stroking the two shafts as they wrap their lips around both tips.

"Yuu-" Malleus grunts. "I am going to- Ah!"

Cum erupts into Yuu's mouth. They struggle to swallow what they can as excess drips from the corner of their lips. After a moment, they have to pull back, coughing while they're trying to catch their breathe. The cocks keep pulsing, more cum shooting out and painting Yuu's face. The human whines as they feel Lilia pull out of them.

"I hope you're ready for some more." Lilia pulls Yuu by their hair and floats next to them, stroking his cock right in front of their face.

Yuu opens their mouth wide and sticks out their tongue, cum still dripping from it.

"Such a hungry whore." Lilia chuckles as he strokes himself. A moment later, cum shoots from his cock. The first couple of ropes land across their face before the rest land in their waiting mouth. "Now swallow."

Yuu does so eagerly, licking their cum stained lips as well. Suddenly, Yuu is pushed onto their back as Malleus crawls on top of them, pulling their legs over his shoulders.

"I cannot take anymore." Malleus ruts his cocks against the human's folds as he pushes their knees to their chest. "I need to inside you. I need to feel you around me. I need to fill you."

Yuu reaches down, each hand taking a cock and lining them up with one of their holes. "I got two holes. Use 'em. Make it so I can't walk tomorrow."

"Yes, I shall. Anything for my beautiful whore." Malleus pushes forward, slowly sinking his cocks into both of the human's holes.

"And don't forget about me." Lilia hums as he hovers above Yuu's face. "A proper whore has every hole nice and filled, don't they?"

"Want to fuck my face that badly, old man?" Yuu grabs Lilia's thighs and pulls him down to their face. The human quickly begins licking his shaft.

"So beautiful." Malleus mutters as he pushes himself deeper into Yuu.

"Indeed." Lilia smirks as he reaches down and angles his cock, pointing it right at Yuu's mouth.

"I want to feel your balls slapping my nose. Make me fucking gag." Yuu groans.

"And so demanding." Lilia laughs as he shoves his cock balls deep into the human's throat. Yuu's body shakes as they claw and Lilia's thighs.

"They tightened." Malleus moans. "Relax, my whore. I want to be fully inside you before I fill you."

Yuu moans around Lilia's cock, trying to respond.

"Ah, ah." Lilia starts to slowly fuck their face. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

"I am almost-" Malleus grunts as he finally bottoms out in both of Yuu's holes. "Yuu, you are truly amazing. So- ah- so tight, yet you have taken all of me."

"Oh, and look at that." Lilia runs his hands down Yuu's abdomen, caressing the bulges in their stomach. "Look how much you're stretching them."

Malleus's hips thrust. "Ah- My apologies. I did not mean to-"

Yuu reaches down and pulls at Malleus's thighs, pulling him closer.

"Oh?" Lilia coos. "I think they want you to move. So insatiable. "

With that, Malleus begins thrusting in earnest, his balls slapping Yuu's ass which each thrust. With a fae at either end and every hole filled, it doesn't take long for Yuu to come, body shaking as the two fae continue to use them. It doesn't take long for Yuu's mind to be gone. They don't know how many times they cum, how many time one of the fae cum in them, on them. Everything is such a glorious blur. All they know is that there is no way they are walking out if bed tomorrow.

[iris-of-bliss]

Bathroom Break [18+]

Summary: You and the two Black Dragon boys go to personal business in a public restroom. Kano was getting annoyed about not being able to see you, but that makes it all the better for Kabal.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader/Erron Black

Warning(s): Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Double Penetration

The night of the Black Dragon Fight Club has been wild so far. Hollered cheers through the crowd keep up the energy of the competition between newcomers Kira and Kobra. Kano is seen watching from the distance on his so-called throne in the bar area. He is on his third bottle of beer as he waits impatiently for the clan’s top nurse. You were supposed to patch the fighters up after their fight ends, which will take a while since submitting to the fight was not an option for them. There is going to be one winner after the other gets knocked out eventually. Aside from that, Kano needed to have some sort of “private discussion” with you later. Though, this would be far from a talk you might have assumed he planned. He knows for sure that you, Kabal, and Erron were going at it in privacy. He had gotten jealous, but you didn’t care about how he feels. You never liked him. No, you despise him. You only joined the Black Dragon for the money…and a couple of handsome men.

While the fight continued on, the ring leader catches earth elemental ninja Tremor approaching him at the corner of his eye. He remembered handing out a job for him to sell off or trade weapons with god knows who. The earth ninja speaks with his usual heavy tone, “I have taken care of the weapons, Kano. What else do you need of me?”

“Eh, nothing else really,” Kano replies, “Besides, have you found our nurse lately? I’ve been meaning to talk to her all day.”

“Which one?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. The one with the fine piece of ass?”

His response causes Tremor to grow already irritated. He wishes for a well needed break after doing endless chores for his boss the entire day. The ninja’s eyebrows furrow and ends the conversation before walking off, “I will head off to meditate.”

“Fine, go ahead and do your yoga,” Kano becomes annoyed whilst downing his beer.

Kano leans back to cross his legs to the side of the bar. He taps the side of his shoe against the surface in an impatient manner as he watches the fight go on. Where the hell were you? It wouldn’t be a surprise if you were messing around with the two mercenaries again. Kano has had it and utters to himself, “Damn it, where the everlovin’ fuck is she?”

—

“That’s it, just like that, babydoll,” Erron coos down to you while you were busy sucking off his cock. The restroom has been empty since the three of you entered inside. You share one of the stalls to commit filthy acts once again, although it was a bit full, but not too crammed. Erron sat on the toilet seat as he watches you on your knees tasting away his length. The cowboy grips your hair gently to help keep up the pace. Kabal watches you from the corner of the stall, his back leaning against the spot with arms crossed. He didn’t mind watching you suck Black off. The way you bobbed your head back and fourth whilst gripping his jeans looked amazing to him. This made the session for you all the more thrilling.

Erron groans after feeling the tip of your tongue tease underneath the shaft, “Fuck. You weren’t wrong about her being this good.”

“Damn right I’m not,” Kabal snickered. Erron thought you would be good at giving head in some way, but this was way better than he expected. Those smooth tongue motions you made stroking around his cock, tasting every spot of the skin. You felt warm around him, and his hips start to rock in slow movements. The cowboy sighs as soon as he feels his sex twitch in your mouth. He was about to get close, but just enough for you to get off him.

“Alright, sugar, time to get off,” he spoke before you pulled back, “go ahead and handle speedy back there.”

The merc leans forward to unzip his cargos as you turn to face him. He signals you to get close to him before you motion yourself towards his now exposed length. He kept stroking himself to get more erect for you and aims the head close to your lips. Erron begins to watch you while he strokes himself as well to keep his dick hard for the finale.

Kabal soon demands darkly, “Be sure to suck me good, doll face.”

You nod as you proceed to plant a few kisses on it. Afterwards, your lips take in the head first, then slid down to his shaft. He releases a low moan from the tease as you began to bob your head again. You can feel one of his hands grip a handful of your hair, caressing through the soft strands. Your face turns into a slight red as you moan on his cock. Kabal bucks into you a little, seeming as if he was trying to penetrate your mouth.

“You’re so good at this,” he utters, “Good with your mouth and taking me in like this…”

You hum around his cock and sucked a bit quicker. All of this oral has been making your cunt wet for both of them. You guide your hands above the waist of his cargos to tug at them, taking him in deeper. Savoring his entire length inside you made Kabal’s stomach twitch. He bites his lip and shuts his eyes tight whilst whispering swears to himself. He was already getting close to his release thanks to your oral experience. As much as Kabal wanted to keep going, he didn’t want his plan to pass by. He then pulls your mouth off him with a string of saliva breaking off from between. You pant for some air and look up at him, awaiting for what happens next. You can hear your boyfriend catch his breath as well.

“Damn, honestly wish you could just finish us off,” Kabal grins before signaling you to get up, “Come here, sweetheart.”

You take Kabal by his hand to stand up and lick your lips. He takes your other hand with both pairs of eyes softly looking into each other. This would be one of the sweeter moments during the lewd acts of intimacy, even though he invited his friend over. Kabal starts landing kisses on your lips before you return the favor. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, reminding you to strip off. You did as he wanted and remove all of your clothes until remaining fully nude. The merc’s hands snake down your sides to further admire your figure like a vision of art. Erron sneaks up from behind you until rubbing his length against your ass, causing you to yelp. Kabal then slides his hand down your hip only to lift it up his side. You wrap you arms around his neck to prevent from falling. He then looks at Black.

“Lend me a hand,” Kabal orders him, “I’ll hold onto her legs, you take the waist.”

“With pleasure,” the cowboy replied, “Ain’t that right, sugar?”

The way he says that nickname made your spine shiver. You allow both men to pick you up while holding onto the speedster. What were these two scheming? Kabal lifts your legs up just enough for the knees to align with your head. Erron keeps ahold of your waist from behind. Preparation wasn’t on your mind until feeling both holes enter inside of you. The unexpected entries made you mewl with lust. Shifting and throbbing of cocks making you full doesn’t stop you from biting your lip and whimpering. This scenario could be seen as some wet dream, but no, this was happening in reality.

Kabal kisses your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Get ready for a ride, doll face.”

You hold him for dear life before they begin thrusting into you. The sensation felt so good this way. The endless bouncing on both cocks made you end up gripping the fur of Kabal’s jacket. You throw your head back to Black’s shoulder through those sinful cries. He places kisses along your cheek as you turn to your side. This gave Kabal clear access to your neck, biting and licking at the base. Sounds of husky breathing across your skin makes your eyes roll back. The atmosphere feels so good. No, it feels perfect actually. You were already sweating from all the fucking and heat between the men.

Erron let out a chuckle, “I bet you’re liking how this feels, babydoll.”

“You enjoy us fucking you good, isn’t that right?”

Their flirting makes you moan further, “Ah! Y-yes, more!”

“Sounds like it.”

Kabal tightly holds you from under your hips, pushing them back just a little more. He kisses up to your jawline before making it to your lips to silence you. Erron kisses the back of your head and brings a hand to your breast, squeezing it gently whilst teasing at your nipple. You can tell that you were close as sounds of wet skin slapping and hitched moans were apparent. Your legs were getting weak whereas the men continue to fuck you tirelessly. They’ve got plenty of stamina to plow you inside a restroom like this. Any disturbance is less important to them at the moment. If they were to come by, they just ignore it. These guys are Kano’s top mercenaries after all.

“Oh god! I’m about to,” you speak breathlessly.

“You’re about to what?” Kabal asks.

“I’m about to cum! Please finish me!”

Erron’s lips brush your ear, “I think we all are, babydoll.”

Kabal and Erron kiss all over you during the climax. You hold onto both of them by the back of their heads. Loud mewls spill out of you, causing echos from within the empty area. They were loud enough for a passerby to hear. Both men erupted moans as the three of you came to the end. Your body snaps and rides out the high. Your voice is shaky regardless of how much air you take in. The men caress you skin to help calm down. They gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling out carefully one at a time. Thankfully there was enough toilet paper left for them to clean up. You were set down on the floor to get taken care of first before managing the rest. You were too tired to walk again. Hell, your legs feel useless anyway.

Out of nowhere, you hear the sound of a knock from the door. The three of you jump from the sudden noise. Were you guys too loud? Did anyone notice you fucking in the restroom? Either way, you were already caught. Kabal utilized his quick thinking before coming up with an idea, “I’ll go check for someone outside. If it’s clear, I’ll signal you to take her to my bunk.”

Erron nods before he carries you bridal style, waiting for the signal. The speed demon walks out of the stall and peeps the restroom door open. Strangely, no one seems to be there. There has to be someone near, right?

“It’s clear. Now go,” Kabal alerts Erron, his voice kept as quiet as possible. He opens the door for him to get out with you. Erron looks back and forth in the hallway before heading to his friend’s room. The merc watches from the distance until he senses a large presence behind him.

“Kano is in need for someone.”

The voice made him jump and let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Kano. He recognizes the heavy voice belonging to Tremor. Kabal turns to the rock ninja, “You scared the hell out of me, jackass. Besides, he’s not gonna make an appointment with the top nurse tonight.”

“You knew?”

“Sure I do. I’m not letting that rat bastard lay a single finger on her.”

Tremor raised a brow at his statement. It was obvious he had no idea you two were a thing. He believed you were only going at it for fun. It wasn’t just him, though. A lot of other Black Dragon members assumed the same thing. Your relationship was none of his business anyway.

“Alright then, I will head off. I’m not letting your foolishness get into my business,” Tremor turns to walk away.

“I beg your pardon?”

The ninja halted to look back over his shoulder, “I said what I said. Now go ahead and finish what you were doing.”

Kabal watches Tremor walk off elsewhere. He rolls his eyes before dashing back in to snatch your clothes. Kano isn’t earning a chance to mess with you. Not on his watch.

[allkordelia]

Tarred with the Same Brush

The air hit your face as you soar above the clouds in the sky with your eyes close feeling liberated, your arms was wide opened as you leaned back in your seat with your head tilted back a bit with a soft smile. The roar of two other dragons made you jump causing you to look behind to see your father and mother's dragons shoot past you, you turned to see your twin in the far right on his dragon before turning to your left to see your older brother on his own. You grin at your brother who held up a hand making you tighten your hold on your reins before putting up a hand, each finger he put down you followed suit you waited until he put down his fourth finger before shouting in valyrian.

"Raemor! Adere!" Your made a fist signaling to take off, your beast dived through the clouds making you holler in the wind and your white dreads flow behind you. You see the city of King's Landing in the distance making you pat your dragon making her roar and lower a bit, we came close to the water making her wing graze it as some splash on you making you giggle before she tilted back up. You looked behind you to see your twin far behind you and your older brother close on his tail as you head towards the red keep, you pulled on the reins making her circle around the castle twice before making her way to the dragon pit. You held a triumph smile on your face not too far from the dragonpit when a sudden blast of fire came out of nowhere making you cover your face with your arms, you flew through the fire coughing and looking around to see your twin ahead he turned behind smiling at you before he dive down landing first before you following after him.

Two dragonkeepers came up to you and Raemor making you whispering to the dragon to be nice before she lowered her body to the floor, you unstrap yourself from your saddle before sliding off your beautiful red beast. You walked while your hand trail among her rough skin until you were in front of her, your hand patted her snort causing a gust of air from her mouth as she huff. The dragon growl softly kinda like a cat purring when you scratched under her chin, you heard your name being called making you look over at your brother coming up to you. The dragonkeepers walk cautious up to the dragon since she always get moody when you leave but once she is met with her brothers she calms down until you get back, your hand trail her skin to show her you were still here as you meet your brother halfway.

"Cheater." Your twin brother, Baemond, rolled his eyes at you.

"Wasn't it you who said anything goes, dear sister." You sticked out your tongue making him look at you unamused.

"Very mature." He deadpan, you walked by his side and see your older brother, Aerion, waiting for you at the entrance watching his dragon get escorted to his cave.

"Daelena! Baemond! Make haste the carriage arrived." He shouted before walking outside causing us to hurried after him.

~

The carriage was moving while you look out the window as you sat next to your mother and father while your brothers sat across from you, "So, why were we summoned here again?" Baemond asked looking over at your father and mother.

"To celebrate your cousin's second name day." Your mother said with her hands on her swollen belly, baemond scrunched up his face in confusion.

"So, I ask again why are we here." Your father, prince daemon, kicked his son in the leg causing the young boy to glare at his father as he rub his shin.

"We are here because your king commands us here, so he can parade around his secondborn and get even more fatter from his feast." Daemon says jaded moving his hand to to play with his wife's, your mother rolled her eyes.

"And because he hasn't seen none of you in a while, and wishes to have a private family dinner the day before the tourney." You saw Aerion and baemon perk up at the mention of the tourney.

"Tourney? His having a tourney. Can I join, father?" Baemond asked looking over at his father giddy.

"I'm afriad not, aerion will be the one to to participate since his more experienced maybe another year, my son." Baemond sat back in his seat letting out a dissatisfied groan, while Aerion wore a huge smile.

"I'll make our house proud, father." Daemon smirked nodded towards him with proud.

"I know you will, my son." Your mother noticed you rolled your eyes as you turn your head to look out the carriage.

"Are you excited for the tourney, Daelena." Your mother ask making you turn your head towards her.

"Not really." Your brothers and parents even the handmaids looked at you slighly shock.

"What? Why? You loved tourneys. What changed?" Your father asked leaning forward to look over at you, you shrugged your shoulders.

"I just don't found it amusing anymore." You give him a apologic look, while he held a small frown.

"Yeah, now she's more interested in mounted archery, sword fighting, sailing, boys, hand to hand–fuck!" He mumbled the last word as he bend over clenching his shin, when you kicked the same spot that your father did just moments ago harder.

"Ooooh, is Daelena infatuated with a boy?" Aerion make fun of you with a cheeky look, you gave him a mock smile before giving him the finger.

"Boy? What boy? What boy dares to even look at you in such a way, I will have their eyes–" your father was silence by his wife as she put up her hand.

"Hush, lord husband you will do no such thing..." your mother turned back grabbing your hand with her own, "...our sweet child it is very normal to be liking boys at this age, and it's also normal to experience certain things–" your eyes widen in horror at what she was about to say.

"By the gods, mother please stop." You pleaded covering your ears, your mother smiled at you and took your hands from your head and held them.

"All I'm saying is that we will be right behind you for whoever you choose to court..."

"Speak for yourself." She turned her head giving him a look making him pursed his lips togther, before she looks back at you.

"...no matter that he is a lord's son or a knight–"

"He better not be one of my knights." Your father added as he leaned forward making your mother hang her head in exasperating, you put on a tight smile as you squeeze your mouth hand gently making her look at you.

"I hear and I appreciate it, but I am not infatuated with any one at this time and I wish we never speak of this again." You watched as your mother nodded before leaned in towards you.

"But, you would tell me. Wouldn't you my sweet dragon." She whispered, you couldn't help but crack a smile and nod.

"Of course, mother." Your mother let out a satisfied hum before leaning back in her seat.

~

You were in your temporary chambers when you collapsed on the bed your back hit the cushion before putting your hands behind your head while still in your trousers and tunic, you wanted to get some sleep before the "family" dinner your uncle is having later. But, a knock from your door made you slightly groan as the person came in your room, not too long after you felt a body on top of you causing you to groan out.

"Your suffocating me." You mumbled against your pillow.

"Oh, Am I?" Baemond says as he started flickering your ear, you slapped his hand away before opening your eyes to glare at him.

"Argh, what do you want?" You asked irritated.

"Are we still on for tonight?" He got off you making you scoot over so he was laying beside you.

"Of course, how can I pass on a opportunity to get piss drunk." You smiled making your brother roll his eyes, before he sat up on his elbows looking at you.

"I'm only going to say this once, if you get drunk beyond reasoning with I will leave you there in your own waste. I am not getting in trouble for you again."

"Says the lightweight." He jabbed you in the ribs making you push him off the bed, he grabbed you by the ankle pulling you off the bed before wrestling each other on the floor as you both was playing around the door to your chamber was opened.

"What in the seven hells are you two doing." You had baemond in a chokehold on the floor you looked up to see aerion and rhaenyra standing there looking at you confused and worried.

"Just teaching our brother a lesson." You said smiling as baemond started tapping your forearm.

"His turning blue." Rhaenyra says pointing at his face you look down at him before letting him go, he cough sucking in air before you moved off the floor you held out your hand for him but he slapped it away.

"Damn you, Daelena. Your always taking things too far, I'm telling mother." He hissed looking at you with his hand rubbing his neck before stalking out, you rolled his eyes at his dramatic ass before looking over at your brother and cousin who looked after him a bit concern.

"Don't worry about him. His all talk and no bite he just needs a walk around." You reassure her as she turned towards you again.

"Are you sure? He seemed pretty angry." You and Aerion chuckled.

"Believe me. You would know when his angry he has our father's temper." Aerion said looking down at her.

"We all do." You quipped, you move to sit on your bed staring at the two.

"Did you two need something?" Aerion looked at rhaenyra motioning his head towards you telling rhaenyra to ask me something.

"Well, yes. Aerion was telling me about your plans to go into the city, and I know the way to do it." You raised your brow at your brother as he looked at you with a slight smirk.

"Okay how?" You asked looking between the princess and your brother.

"I'll tell you, but first you have to let me tag along." She asked holding her hands in front of her, you looked over at your brother who looked at you with a amused look.

"Yeah, that's not happening." She frowned a bit.

"Why not?"

"Because your the princess and I'm not going to be the reason the realm's delight was found piss drunk in a tavern," Rhaenyra stood straight crossing her arms as she gave you a stern look.

"As your future queen, I command you take me out," you glanced before looking at your brother who covered his mouth trying to contain his laught, before looking back at her with a slight smile.

"You do know that doesn't work with us, right?" You said giving her a mocking smile.

"And you know that sleeping with your father's lord commander is scandalous, right." You mouth dropped opened at her before you sneered at your brother knowing that him and baemond were the only ones who knew about that, you turned back to rhaenyra with aloft scowl.

"Touchè, cousin, touchè" rhaenyra glanced behind her at aerion smiling making him return the similar one, "just be ready in an hour two," you said going back to laying on your back with your arms link togther on your stomach, you opened your eyes again to see rhaenyra and aerion still in your chambers.

"Your dismissed, thank you, bye." They make a face before hurrying out of the room.

~

You and baemond made your way to rhaenyra's chambers you knocked three times before aerion opened the door, he was dressed in common clothes with a dark gray cloak around him. You walked inside being followed by your brother to see rhaenyra dressed in boys clothing like you, you smiled at her before walking around her.

"Not bad," rhaenyra looked at her clothes smiling before looking at you, you moved the hat on her head further down before putting a strand of white hair underneath it, "but you need keep your head down while we're out, you have a soft and recognizable face and last thing we need is a mob chansing after us." Rhaenyra nodded.

"Aren't you going to cover yourself as well," she asked, you were about open your mouth when baemond spoke up.

"Unlike you, Daelena has a face like a northern man, no one will look twice at her." Aerion chuckled along with his brother making you glare at them both.

"Shut up you fucking incel," you snapped before looking back to rhaenyra, "I don't need a cover, the folks in fleabottom knows better to start something with us." Rhaenyra furrowed her brows.

"They afraid of our father..." aerion explained.

"And us. It seems our father's ghastly tendencies is feared greatly by the people of fleabottom, we proved the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." You smiled wickedly, rhaenyra nodded a bit frighten when you clapped your hands togther before rubbing them.

"So, where is this secret passage you were talking about." Rhaenyra shook out of her daunt state before walking over to the corner of her room making us follow her, she pushed opened a hidden door made of stone and you looked out to see a staircase before looking at the group with a wide smile.

"Let's go paint the town red."

You lot where standing not too far from the secret passage when aerion was telling you not to drink too much since we still had the dinner to attend, you waved him off before pulling rhaenyra with you to a tavern for a drink. You all order a tankard and started downing it, rhaenyra and baemond had a bit of a struggled getting it down, but you and aerion on the other hand down it like a champion. You all jumped from tavern to tarven either drinking or to starting fights and erupting mayhem whatever you go, when you saw one of the familiar establishment you past by numerous of time in past you looked at your brothers and cousins before jerking your head to the place.

"Let's go in here." Rhaenyra stopped in her tracks looking at the sign that hanged up before looking at you.

"But isn't this..." she hesitated for a second while we looked at her, "a brothel." She whispered causing you and baemond smile at her innocence.

"Yeah, what you scared, princess." You taunted with a smile making her give you a mock look.

"No, I just..." she stopped herself again as she shrugged not sure if she wants to go in there.

"I have to agree with her, maybe we should go it getting closer to the dinner party." You looked at aerion before rolling your eyes.

"Don't be a brunch of prudes, maybe they teach you a thing or two when your married to your king and lady-wife." Rhaenyra and aerion looked at you as you and baemond walked inside, you looked around seeing all the man and woman naked and against each other.

You look behind seeing aerion and rhaenyra right behind you looking around, you smirked before turn to the front heading over to another part of the brothel. You heard your named being called by your cousin as you moved around the whores and their patrons, you walked into a space that was surrounded by smoke you saw people on square pillows on the floor smoking from a pipe.

A long black hair woman with skin like honey walk up to you and grab your hand pulling you over to a station that wasn't occupied, she pushed you down on a small couch before sitting next to you after she grabbed a pipe from the table. You noticed baemond coming in the room with two ladies by his side as they lead him to an empty seat to smoke, you put your mouth on the end of the pipe as the lady took a match and lit it. It took you a while to feel the effect of whatever this was and you were enjoyed it, like you were enjoying the woman leaving love bites along your neck.

Your juncture was ruined when you saw aerion and rhaenyra rush in looking disheveled, you rolled your eyes sitting up making the woman stop her attack on your neck and shoulders.

"You two look like you had a wild time?" Rhaenyra looked pink and flushed as her clothes just like aerion who gave you a blank look.

"We need to go. Now!" You were going to open your mouth only to be pulled up by rhaenyra as your brother went over to get baemond.

"Calm down. Where's the fire?" You giggle digging your heels in the ground stopping rhaenyra from dragging you any more as you two stood outside.

"Shut up and come on." Aerion said finally coming outside and pulling you by the arm while holding baemond, you rolled your eyes with a light smile as you made back to the secret passage.

"Go sober yourself up and get clean, now!" You and baemond mumbled intoxicated words towards your brother, as you both help each other to your separate chambers.

~

You sat next to your husband as you glanced at the empty seats of your childern and the princess, before you could send your husband to look for them aerion and the princess walked in taking their seats. You gave your son a look as he sat across from you, he looked to the empty seats next to him a brief alarmed look flashed across his face before looking at you with a clueless look as he shrug. You gave him a glare before turning to see your twins stumbling towards they seat, you furrowed your brows at them as they looked at bit disheveled.

"Finally. Let's eat." Viserys says taking a seat, you glanced at your childern before being pulled into a conversation by the young queen. As you talked you would glance over at your childern now and then to see them acting odd, when you heard baemond giggle you had to pause your conversation with the king looking over your childern.

"Daelena. Baemond. Are you two alright you seem..." you trailed as they looked at you, baemonf hand was clasped against his mouth with a wide smile while daelena giggled.

"They'll find mother. They just a bit tired, we retire to our chambers." You narrowed your eyes at your eldest son as he stood up as he to coax his tougher siblings into getting up.

"Dinner just started." Daemon said watching all of this as well taking in his daughter and son state.

"And it was delicious." Baemond said with a mouth full of food, your brows shoot up before you turned to your husband who glared at them.

"Are you drunk?" He asked baemond, before baemond could answer aerion spoke up.

"Of course not, what a ludicrous question, father–" he was shut down by his father look.

"I was asking baemond." He turned to his son who looked like he didn't know what was going on just like his sister, "Well?" You looked at your son who shrugged his shoulder as he put more food in his mouth.

"We're not drunk....we only had like five pints at the tarvens." You daughter slurred putting up three fingers making you groan lowly in your seat covering your face.

"By the gods." Aerion whispered dropping back in his seat at his sister's confession.

"I can't believe this..." daemon mutters covering his face with his hand, you watched as your daughter frown before ripped off a peice of bread and ate it. She pushed back her chair grabbing a cup you and the rest of the family watched in amusement and horror as your daughter stumbled onto her chair raising her glass.

"Daelena. Get down." Aerion whispered harshly, she waved him away as she looked at you and her father.

"If we were drunk than I wish to say a prayer before we eat," a hint of a smile grazed your lips watching your daughter.

"For I am a sinner in the hands of an angry god." She spoke loudly making daemon glare at her from his seat, "Daelena. Knock it off." He said sternly but she ignored him continuing.

"Faith of the Seven full of mead blessed are we among taste wine..." you bite your lip trying to hold in your laugh as you glanced around the table before looking at the princess who trying to do the same.

"Pray for me now and that the hour of my death..." she raised her cup higher, "Which I hope is soon. Amen." She downed her wine before throwing it behind her caauing it to shattered on the floor, you looked at visery who looked mildly uncomfortable as you gave him a apologic look.

You snapped your head back to your daughter falling off the chair onto the floor, both twins were laughing causing daemon and aerion to get up and collect them. Daemon picked up his daughter putting her over his shoulder while aerion hooked baemond arm around his neck to get to stand up and drag him away, you stood up with your hand on your belly looking at the king and his wife.

"Thank you for dinner, viserys. I apologize for...this..." you didn't know what to call what happened but viserys gave you a kind smile waving it off as if it was nothing.

"Kids will be kids." He said making you chuckling lowly snd nodding, you wished them all a goodnight before swaddling away after your husband to make sure he doesn't kill your daughter and sons.

When you found him dropping daelena on her bed she rolled over on her stomach going fast to sleep, he turned to see you with a annoyed look on his face as he walked past you. As you made sure your daughter was tuck in and comfortable you walked out going to baemond room to see him under the covers, you walked to your room to find daemon in a chair near the fire stating at it.

"Well, that was a very entertaining evening." You spoke taking a seat on his lap, he looked at you with a deep frown.

"Don't start, woman. I'm in no mood." You smiled before laying your head on his shoulders.

"Did you talk to aerion."

"Yes, he will not be participating in the tourney tomorrow and those two heathens in there will be staying in their chambers for the reminder of our visit and taking a boat home ." You giggle playing his hair.

"That's harsh even for you, lord husband." He rolled your eyes.

"How are you so calm about this." He asked looked at you as you only shrugged.

"They are kids, daemon. Scary enough they are your kids, this was bond to happen one of these days." He scoffed looking back at the fire.

"Did it have to happen on the day I was going to ask my brother to marry rhaenyra to aerion." He mutters causing you to make a noise.

" I knew I wasn't going mad. Only you would act nice and pretend to care about your brother's family for self-interest." You chuckled to youself scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum lowly.

"And I could have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for my childern inheriting my personality." You kissed his temple before leaning your head against his.

"This reminds me of the time, we went out to fleabottom all night and almost missed your brother's wedding." A soft smile appeared on daemon's lips remembering.

"That was also the time we found out about aerion." You hummed thinking back, you heard daemon sigh.

"You know rather than confining our childern in theid room, you can give them the greatest punishment of anyone in their predicament." He looked at you with a raised brow.

"Have them attend the tourney with the roaring crowds and the clashing of metal against each other, probably make them think twice before drinking like that again."

"May, may, may, that's harsh my dear." You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

"I'm a harsh person." Daemon laughed kissing your lips.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 20]

Joris grabs Kerubim as they're falling, to shield him, and my personal thoughts on this are [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

Even with his probably very limited thinking-capabilities as a kitten, Kerubim's first instinct after falling is to look at whether Joris is alright or not. Personally, I think that——

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Kerubim is 2 sauces tall, but ready to avenge his death and also his son's fresh traumatization.

"Please don't call me a flask of poison because I have some green liquid inside and skulls drawn on my bottle <3 just drink up. Okie dokie?"

I don't lnow what this woman is expecting, here, honestly.

BASED Joris.

Bakara really thinks that Joris is stupid enough to go with her, while Joris employs the classical battle tactic of lying, by approaching her until she let go of Lilotte and saying "im going to kill you or hurt you in some way [giggle]" immediately after.

But as Bakara has shown repeatedly, even in this scene alone, she doesn't think highly of Joris. Even if she tried really hard to pretend that she did.

Well, she doesn't think of anyone highly, actually. Including herself.

This screenshot will get a lot of usage during ova2 liveblog, followers. It's literally THE reaction image for ova2.

While watching this movie, I always go between different extremes, when thinking about Joris and Bakara's relationship in the future. Would it become worse? Would they be close? Would they hate each other?

Every time I have a different answer, which is probably an answer in on itself.

My current take is that whether Joris and Bakara consider one another a friend probably varies from year to year. I can see it clearly: her telling him stories of Jahash. Her helping him around the home. Her criticizing him harshly for being a failure of a huppermage (it's as unacceptable for him to be that, as it is for her). Her stopping talking to him after he leaves the academy. Beginning to talk to him again after a few years, when he has a very close call to death while adventuring, — angry at him, because don't you dare die on me while we're in one of our "I don't talk to you" argument phases. Rinse and repeat.

I think it's funny. Atcham's greatest wish, besides hair, has always been "I want someone in my family to care about me," while Bakara...

Whike Bakara, as an heir of a Bontarian hero, would probably fear being in the wrong, — an evildoer, — the very most.

No wonder they're so shocked.

Both of them are experiencing some entirely new emotions, thanks to Joris.

It's not really about Bonta. It's about revenge. And it's about her feeling inadequate. And it's about her feeling like a failure.

As far as she's concerned, even a dofus doesn't want her, with how broken she is. He wants some weird, off-putting, Julith-related 10yo instead.

One has to wonder, if it is a genuine plea, or if she is manipulating Bakara by revealing the truth. Because she doesn't want to be blown to pieces by a dofus.

It's a bit hard to analyse this part of the movie because I'll be real, there's so much occuring all at the same time. Like bro. Imagine being Joris here.

The woman who killed your dads is now like "I am going to bring one of them back", and also another one came back 5 minutes ago, but also things are exploding and fire is everywhere, and also your aunt just tried to kill your uncle?? And also stole your dragon egg magical nuke.

Even if everything Julith said was true, — her cold, cold reaction to a fireball hitting her son, the way she looks at Bakara like at dirt, and the way she says "quit fooling around", point so, so heavily towards her revelation of this information being a tactical way to manipulate Bakara.

[ashesandhackles]

Happy Birthday @thecat-isblogging-blog <3

Here is my little present for you:

Rabbit Moon

Written with @remadoramicrofics prompt, "Rabbit" in mind.

How can you be sure of him, Nymphadora? 

The bed is cold on the night of the full moon. It sits forlorn, bathing in the silvery light that invades through the open window. From the window, Tonks takes turns to watch the distant horizon - to the lining of trees, a gateway to her husband - and the spots on the moon, making the shape of a rabbit.  Tonks closes her eyes and tries to breathe.

“My Patronus is a rabbit,” she said, disgruntled to her father. “Charlie Weasley gets a dragon. This isn’t fair.”

“You want to hear a cool story about a rabbit?”

“Dad, I’m not a child anymore-”

"One night, the Man on the Moon came down to earth disguised as a beggar."  

“A man on the moon?”

A tear slips. She wishes she could still complain to her father, have a good whinge - about stupid things like how she wore the same socks for a week and Remus had never noticed. Her father would say reasonably that Remus can’t be blamed - the monotony of living in a safehouse through war muddles memory. 

"He chanced upon a Fox, a Monkey, and a Rabbit and asked for some food." 

“A monkey?”

“A monkey. This is a Japanese folk tale.”

“You read Japanese folk tales?”

“I read all sorts of things, Dora. How else will I keep you entertained?”

The monotony of the safehouse makes intimacy hang unfinished in air, a static charge only she can feel.  Once, he had put her hand away from his trousers when the cat who stalked their perimeter came by for food. "He is a shy one," Remus  explained. "He won't eat at all if we don't give him anything.”

Her hand had stayed limp in the air, still reaching for him as he walked out of the house. He tried to make it up to her later, stroking her breast as she faced away from him, staring at the wall. When she nuzzled closer, he would suddenly remember that the sun was out and they hadn’t put the laundry out to dry. 

"The Fox brought him fish from a stream, and the Monkey brought fruit from the trees, but the Rabbit could only offer grass.'"

“Grass is good.”

“Not funny, Dora.”

“It is a little bit funny, Dad. C’mon, smile for me!”

Her mother won’t ever understand - she would judge Remus.  Who could she talk to about the memory of the night before Remus walked out? The inconstant passion, the simultaneous need for closeness and distance in his touch. Fleur? Fleur can wrap her legs around her husband, ask him to entwine closer to her and not feel alone when she looks into his eyes. 

She wonders how she looked to Remus that night. Did she look distant? Resentful?

“So the rabbit told the beggar to build a fire, and when it was built, threw himself onto the flames to offer himself to the Man.”

“Dad, you are supposed to make me feel better about having a rabbit Patronus!”

“But isn’t this a nice story? It’s about the rabbit’s generosity.”

“The rabbit is dumb.”

When - if -  he comes back in the morning, she decides to tease him about not taking a shower often. "Someday I will," she knows he will say, with the wry smile she loves so much. She smiles as she thinks of it, looking at the clump of trees in the horizon again.  Someday, they will be fighters of the Order of Phoenix. Someday, in a foggy future. Today, and in a collection of subsequent todays that merge into one another like one long film strip, they are hiding in a safehouse– cut off from the world, the war, the talks of revolution. She is waiting for her husband to come back home.

"Amazed by the Rabbit's generosity, the beggar transformed back into the Man on the Moon and pulled the Rabbit from the fire."

“Dad, I don’t want to hear about the dumb rabbit. He is too sad.” 

“But this is the best part!”

The only way she knows time is moving in the safehouse is because of her body - her growing stomach, the new aches and pains in her bones. A tentative kick, a series of hiccups reverberating inside her.  It terrifies her, to feel time moving under her skin, out of her reach. 

Sometimes, she is afraid she will die in her sleep. Afraid that a pinch under her ribcage or discomfort in her throat is more than gas issues. When she had said as much to Remus, he laughed. She understood later that Remus knew time was passing because of the moon. 

She had never known what it was like to live in a body that caused her discomfort, that changed without her willing it to. To think, she had felt annoyed at her hair changing colour when she was angry. To think, Remus dealt with it all and worse with nary a complaint. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, to hold him and shake him like she had at the hospital in front of everyone until he finally, finally got the message that she would never leave him, even if death itself tried to separate them. 

“To honour the Rabbit's kindness, the Man on the Moon carried the Rabbit back to the moon to live with him. So if you look carefully at the moon, you can see the outline of the rabbit on it.”

“But did the rabbit want to go to the moon? What is so special about the moon anyway?”

When daylight breaks, Tonks moves to the door.  She waits for him to appear on the horizon, haggard and exhausted. The more her pregnancy advances, the more he insists that she waits at the door . She resents it with each hour of sunlight warming their garden.

When he limps into view, she lets out an inaudible breath, and her hands shake over her belly. Now, she can wait with him. They can look forward to new moon nights, when the sky is the darkest,  and no light falls through their window.Remus will sleep beside her peacefully, one arm snaked around her waist, and one arm pillowing her neck. 

I'm never sure of him, Mum. Never will be, not anymore. But I am sure of me.  

Read on A03 here

[phoebe-delia]

Hello darling, happy Hanukkah! Would you maybe want to write something to do with... boots. Snowy, mud-covered, detailed with little stars, the world's your latkes. Or, if not: doorway? Windowsill. I don't know why they're all things in my immediate view. Erm... late to an appointment. Antlers!

Darling I just love you very much okay whatever you write at any time is the perfect thing. This whacky prompt or not, you're bringing us all so much light.

Robinnnnn oh my sweetest love I absolutely positively adore you. Thank you for the prompt, and also for being in my life, and for being the absolute best. Here's something sweet and cozy just for you. @rockingrobin69

Here's to Us

Two pairs of worn boots are drying on a towel next to the door. Draco insists that drying charms ruin the faux dragon hide, and Harry refuses to spend money on a boot-drying rack, so this is their compromise. It also secretly makes Draco a little oddly giddy when he sees them; even their shoes belong together.

The two of them lying in front of the fire, listening to the crackling flames and the howling wind against the windowsill. Draco is grateful for Harry's strong sticking charms; the screen door of their little cabin had flown open with the force of the wind and thumped loudly against the wall over and over. Now, it stays tight against the entrance, another shield against the raging storm.

Their legs are tangled together under thick blankets and Draco's body is heavy and warm against Harry. He's trying to be careful, though, not to knock over the wine glass next to him. He hopes Harry is similarly cautious; the rug they're lying on was pricey.

He's just about to fall asleep when he feels Harry's gruff whisper. "I wish we could stay here forever."

Draco's eyes open and his heart breaks, just a little, even as it swells a bit at 'we;' the novelty of being a 'we' still hasn't worn off, even a year into marriage.

He doesn't know how to respond, exactly, but he's learning he doesn't have to fill every silence; doesn't always have to have the answers. So instead, he makes a small sound that he hopes Harry interprets as Tell me more. I want to hear you.

Luckily, Harry continues. "I want don't want to go back. I don't want to go to work, or see him." Him, Draco knows, is Robards, the overbearing asshole of a boss who makes Harry come home nearly every day with red-rimmed eyes. "I'm tired, Draco," Harry whispers. "I'm so tired."

Draco shifts in Harry's arms, turning to look him in the eye. This time, the words come easily. "Darling, I wish I could make it all better. I wish we could stay here. I—" he breaks off, struck by a sudden epiphany. He frowns, thinking it through, as Harry looks on in confusion.

Before Harry can reply, Draco breaks into a grin. "Harry, if you want to stay, then let's stay."

Now it's Harry's turn to frown. "What?"

"Hear me out." Draco sits up, moving out of Harry's embrace to sit up straight. "You hate your job. You do, Harry. I know it's what you thought you wanted, and maybe you're still passionate about some parts of it, but you're miserable there. You have to face that."

Harry swallows and glances away, but he doesn't argue, which Draco takes as a win.

He presses on. "Life is far too short to be doing something that causes you this much strife. And luckily, we can afford for you not to work. In fact, we could both quit our jobs tomorrow and live comfortably for the rest of our lives," Draco feels more adamant now, as if he's convincing himself as well as Harry.

Harry shakes his head, bewildered. "Wait. You're proposing I quit my job, we sell our flat, and we move here—to what was supposed to be our vacation home—full-time?"

Draco grins. "Exactly."

"But what about you? What about your work? The publishing house is based in London."

Draco waves a hand. "I can write from anywhere, now that you've shown me how to use that Muggle compu-tator."

"It's called a computer, love."

"Whatever. I can use it, can't I? And when I have meetings, I can call or go in person using the Floo. Besides, it might be nice to write with such a gorgeous view."

Harry hums, glancing outside the window. "It is beautiful here."

Draco smirks. "I wasn't talking about the view outside the window." He leers and waggles his eyebrows meaningfully, and Harry laughs, blushing a bit.

Draco settles back into Harry's arms, confident that he's got him nearly convinced. "Picture it, love. We can have a garden and grow all sorts of things. We can still have our friends over whenever we want; the city is only a Floo away." He looks up at Harry, tilting the other man's chin down slightly to look at him directly. "I think it would be good for you." He laces their fingers together, their wedding rings clinking. "For us."

Harry's silent for a moment. Draco gives him time, just taking the opportunity to look at him. To silently convey all the love he feels, always present under his skin, and letting it rise to the surface. Say yes, Harry, he thinks. It'll be good. So, so good.

Finally, Harry smiles. "Let's do it. I'll send Robards my resignation tomorrow."

Draco's hopeful smile splits into a wide grin. He flings himself upward and nearly knocks over their wine glasses with the force of his hug. "Yes! Oh, Harry, we'll be so happy. So disgustingly happy, I promise you."

Harry chuckles, kissing Draco, short and soft. "I don't doubt it."

"We need to celebrate." Draco reaches for their wine glasses, handing Harry his and holding his own up between them. "To you, and to the future."

Harry brings their glasses together with a soft clink. "To us."