#(I am looking at you all with big wet eyes. any other dragons in the audience?)

[catermeow]

Posts that are for me and nobody else but cMartyn is so repressed dragonkin coded. it is entirely Fantasy SMP's fault that I came to this conclusion because I started drawing him and then went "wait a second this looks like me. hmmmm" but it all makes sense trust. especially life series!Martyn

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Saving Jacaerys during the battle of the gullet? I am not ready for this moment

Who else is not ready for this? I have not read the book, but I know it will be a sad day

Warnings: mention of injuries, death of a dragon,

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Arrows were being shot by the fleet of the Triarchy and Jacaerys was making a big mistake making Vermax fly too low, but you were too high in the sky for him to hear your warning. 

Time seemed to slow as the inevitable happened: a crossbow bolt struck Vermax in the eye. The dragon let out a pained roar, spiraling uncontrollably before crashing into the sea below. The sight tore at your heart, but there was no time for hesitation.

Wasting no time, you commanded your dragon to go down, diving swiftly and weaving through the storm of arrows with remarkable agility. The salty sea air stung your face as you descended, your mind racing with fear and determination.

The chances that Jacaerys survived such a fall was slim, but you had to know for sure. You had to see for yourself.

As you neared the water, you could see the wreckage of Vermax in the churning waves. His green scales and the red of his wings. A tear fell from your eye. 

Please be alive. Please be alive.

Tearing your gaze from Vermax's lifeless form, you scanned the chaotic waters and the fires spreading across the wreckage. Suddenly, a splash of movement caught your eye. Jacaerys had managed to leap free and was now clinging desperately to a piece of wood from a shattered ship. Relief surged through you, mentally thanking the gods. 

You turned in his direction, but before you could get to him, an arrow sliced through the air, striking Jacaerys in the shoulder. He cried out in pain, his grip on the makeshift raft faltering as the arrow pierced his flesh.

‘’Dracarys!’’ you commanded, fury fueling your voice. 

Your dragon responded instantly, unleashing a torrent of fire upon the ship from which the arrow had been fired. The flames consumed the attackers, their screams lost in the roar of the blaze. Satisfaction filled your blood. Hurt the ones you love, and taste the revenge of the dragon. 

You called Jacaerys’ name and he looked up, his face pale with pain and exhaustion. He had a cut on his face and his shoulder was bleeding from the arrow, which was still in his shoulder. 

For a moment, relief washed over him, but it was short-lived as a wave crashed over him. He tried to hoist himself back onto the piece of debris but winced as a jolt of pain flared up his arm. His fingers slipped, wet from saltwater, and he fell back into the cold water, gasping for breath as he resurfaced.

Carefully, your dragon hovered just above the surface, and you reached out a hand, tightly holding the handle of your saddle with your other so you wouldn’t fall in the waters too. ‘’Take my hand!’’

With a grimace, Jacaerys stretched out his good arm, and you pulled him up with all your strength, straining against the weight of his soaked clothes and his own weakened state. He settled in the saddle behind you, safely. You felt him shivering behind you, the cold of the water and the blood loss clearly taking its toll. 

You needed to get back to Dragonstone quickly before cold would take him. You ascended into the air, wings beating heavily against the wind as you fled the scene, escaping the deadly range of the Triarchy's arrows. 

 ‘’You...you came for me,’’ Jacaerys said, his voice weak from the ordeal. 

‘’Of course I came for you,’’ you retorted, your voice a mix of concern and annoyance. What kind of wife would you be if you didn’t come to your husband’s rescue?

Once you landed on Dragonstone, you called out for a maester. Jacaerys’ clothes had dried a little on the journey back, but he was still cold…and bleeding. You asked the servants to fetch him dry clothes and followed Maester Gerardys, who took care of Jacaerys’ wounds. He carefully removed the arrow out and stitched the wound, stopping the bleeding. By the look of pain on Jacaerys’ face, it must not have been pleasant. 

The fire in the hearth crackled, slowly warming up the prince. His wet clothes were discarded on the floor and replaced by dry ones before settling into the chair by the fire, his silence deep and heavy, thinking back to everything that just happened.

You gently draped a blanket over his shoulders, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth. ‘’What were you thinking, flying so low?’’

Jacaerys looked down. His lack of battle training and knowledge was what got him into this situation. What caused Vermax's death. A tear rolled down his cheek but he wiped it away.

You sat on the second chair, still in your riding gear. ‘’You need to be more careful, Jace,’’ you scolded gently, concern lacing your words. ‘’You're not some invincible warrior. You're the Prince of Dragonstone, your mother’s heir. Your life is too important to risk like that.’’

Your words came from a good place, but Jacaerys wanted to scream. He was tired of hearing people saying his life was important. He wanted to be on the battlefield and come up with strategies, he wanted to do something to be part of this war. 

But hearing the discourse from you felt different. To you, his life was more important than any of his titles. 

Jacaerys sighed. ‘’I'm sorry,’’ he said, his voice tinged with pain and regret. ‘’I was just...I guess I was trying to prove myself. I don't want to be known as the prince who sat on Dragonstone and let others die fighting for his mother's throne.’’

You understood where he was coming from, but proving himself to others was not worth jeopardizing his life. 

‘’You don't need to prove yourself by being reckless and throw your life away. The Queen would not bear losing another child. I would not bear losing you.’’

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Love, Peace, and War

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“Will you do one where reader lives and shoves both Alys and Aemond into a burning pyre along with the rest of kingslanding or at least one where she makes Aemond her bitch?”

Whispers of another woman keeping his bed warm have swarmed y/n since he left for Harrenhal. He had supposedly missed her, she now believes it to be simply guilt, coming home despite orders from his king and making love to her until the early morn. Something had seemed off that night, and she wanted to question it, but she was simply happy to have her love back in her arms. However, now he seems to only be trouble. Both of their sons lie dead and wrapped in the finest cloth on a pyre. Vhagar rumbled from her perch, seemingly annoyed. Y/n took one last look at her boys and looked Aemond in the eye with a depressed rage. He only looked at her with remorse. For their sons? For possibly ruining her by sleeping with another woman? She didn’t know, nor did she care.

“Dracarys”, he spoke loudly to Vhagar. Warmth kissed y/n’s cheeks, almost drying her tear stains. “Goodbye my little dragons, protect each other, my strong boys”, she whispered. Y/n turned and walked to her horse, not acknowledging Aemond or his family. When they traveled back to King’s Landing, y/n rushed to her chambers with her maids in tow. “Lyliana, fetch some wine. I’d also like a bath.” Both girls got to work, Lyliana fetching the wine and Alessandra starting to warm some water. Y/n glanced to her bed and saw a plush toy shaped like a dragon sitting next to her pillows. She can’t cry anymore, she’d lost all of her tears. “Shall I help you undress, your grace?”, Lyliana asked softly, knowingly. 

Y/n nodded and proceeded to be undressed with delicacy. Sitting in her shift, both girls started to braid her hair and wrap it like a crown to not get it wet. Y/n asked, “Do you think they’re alright?” The girls glanced between one another, Lyliana answered, “They have each other, your grace, that is all we could hope for.” Y/n nodded and stood. The water was warm, something she needed after a while. Her muscles had been tense after what she’d been through. “I will fetch more oils, your grace”, Lyliana spoke after looking at the selection. Alessandra spoke quietly, “I lost my boy in the fall”, she paused her words and focused on scrubbing the dried blood missed from under the princess’s fingernails. “What did he look like?”, y/n asked. “He had these big brown eyes that were so curious of what was happening around him. He barely stayed asleep, I believe he thought he would miss something”, she smiled with a small laugh, “His hair was black like his father’s and thick. He had this freckle under his chin too. My mother always told me freckles were angel kisses.” Y/n and Alessandra sat in a comfortable silence, only the water could be heard. 

Lyliana returned with the oils and assisted in finishing the princess’s bath. When she had emerged from the water, there was a knock at the door. Lyliana answered the door only through a crack, as y/n was in a state of undress still. “Prince Aemond”, she bowed, “Your wife isn’t dressed yet and doesn’t wish for any visitors.” Aemond didn’t listen and entered the room, “Y/n.” “Ladies, you may go for the night”, y/n released the girls, having now been dressed in her nightclothes. She looked at Aemond standing in the middle of the room. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I am the reason our sons are gone. I just- I can’t have you not speaking or even looking at me anymore.”

She poured herself some wine and sat in a chair, “That is what we are doing now, isn’t it?”

Aemond got on his knees at her feet and placed his arms around the small of her back, “Y/n please, you do not have to forgive me, but please don’t do this.” He buried his face into her thighs.

Y/n looked at her cup, not once acknowledging his proximity, “How’s Alys?”

Aemond raised his head, “What?”

“The girl from Harrenhal. What did they say she was? Some wet nurse to her brother?”

“How did yo-”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for bastards. Thought you always hated them, especially if their roots were from Harrenhal”, she paused for a drink, “Was she your spoil from war?”

Aemond brought his head up to look y/n in the eyes, “Tell me, Aemond, was she any good?”

He stood up now, stumbling over his words like a child caught. “Well?”

“No, she never could compare. I was so alone and lost, I-I lost myself to weakness. Please, my love, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well you did.” A knock could be heard through the thick air, “Come in.”

A man who looked very much like the prince without the Targaryen features entered the room, “Your grace”, he bowed, “Your spoils.” A bag was handed to the princess, glancing inside she was hit with the stench of death. “You may go, Alfred.”

With her back to Aemond she stated, “A parting gift for you”, she turns and hands him the bag. “I will be going home for my brother’s coronation. I won’t be back.” She walks out of the room to the maester’s. Aemond slowly opened the bag and found Alys River’s head inside, devoid of color. He threw it, landing on a dresser, and poured himself some wine. His movement erratic, he didn’t know what to do, so he drank and went to the training yard to get his frustrations out. Y/n had traveled to Dragonstone before returning home. She spoke with Rhaenyra of how she was the true queen, and the world was lied to for a selfish man’s gain. How Delbore would support her claim if called upon. Then they spoke, not as queen and princess, enemies, or friends. They spoke of their sons, what she would do when she goes back home, and revenge.

Before she boarded the boat, she turned to Daemon and Rhaenyra, “Kill him. Make it painful.” She looked into Daemon’s eyes, and he nodded to her. She smiled softly and set sail for home, for peace. Her kingdom was never called upon. 

The Targaryen’s had seemingly forgotten of the princess. Until one day, she sat in the gardens with her sister-in-law and queen of Delbore having tea. “Princess y/n, a letter has come for you”, a servant girl spoke like a mouse. “Thank you, dear”, y/n dismissed her. She noticed the black Targaryen seal on the scroll and took a deep breath. The queen placed a hand over hers and smiled gently. The words she had hoped to hear for months, almost a year now. Aemond is dead. In black ink, the details of how he had received his dues. Daemon had sacrificed his life in killing the prince, leaving him with a sword through his eye. Time went on and Targaryens died like flies. Y/n, however, flourished on Delbore Isle. She took another husband. A sturdy but soft man who loved her truly. He never left her side, even during the birth of their daughter. Y/n had finally found peace.

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The Name of the Wind 1

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Left with few options, you decide to take a chance and travel down the southern garrison. Hopefully the old tales of dragon riders are true…

For the Alejandro challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck For this chapter I used "Have a drink with me."

This does take place in the same universe as Homeward Bound, but it's not necessary to read that one to understand this story. All you need to know is: dragons.

Warnings: Fantasy au, dragons, swearing, dragons, some politics and social norms and standards of a fantasy realm, some sexism, did I mention dragons?

Word count: 1.6k

You cursed your luck for what had to be the dozenth time in the last few hours as you slogged through the downpour towards the garrison. Nestled partially into the mountain by the river that marked the border of the country, the garrison would have normally been out of your way. 

Except for current circumstances. 

You just had to hope the stories you'd heard would hold true, and they'd take pity on you. At least for the night. 

By the time you reached the door, you were shivering, fingers nearly numb even as you raised your hand to knock. The door to the hall stood much taller than you, and much wider. Big and grand. Much like all the stories of the dragon riders themselves. 

The door opened after a few long moments, during which you'd had just enough time to worry about finding other shelter for the night. The young man at the door ushered you inside immediately, leading the way. 

The door closed behind you with a soft boom, echoed moments later by the storm outside with a louder rumble. 

Well. At least you were inside now. 

The young man took you to a room, what looked like a sitting room or informal meeting room. A young woman appeared at the door with towels, handing them over and asking you to wait there. 

Not that you were going to disobey. You hadn't seen any, and likely wouldn't in the hall, but you knew there were dragons nearby. They were too big to fit in this hall, but maybe in the mountain itself? How did that work? 

The door opened while you were still thinking about it, leaving you looking wide-eyed at the man in the doorway. Dark hair, dark eyes, plain but sturdy looking clothes. He was tall, and broad, but there was nothing excessive about him. He didn't carry wealthy baubles like you'd seen other men do.

And yet, you couldn't pull your gaze from him. 

“Welcome to the southern garrison.” He stepped forward, holding out a hand to you. “I am Alejandro.” 

You gave him your name, shaking his hand without looking away from him. “Thank you for letting me in. I imagine this is unusual.” 

His lips twitched. “No rider of good standing would leave someone in rain such as this,” he said, waving away your thanks. “Especially soaked through as you are.” 

You glanced down at your clothes, which were indeed still dark and saturated with water. No wonder you couldn't warm up. 

“I'll have someone bring you some clothes,” he offered after a moment. “And food. You look like you have traveled today.” 

“I have.” You swallowed. “Thank you.” 

He inclined his head, a regal move that you'd never liked before in other men. But from him… Well. It was different. 

He was different. 

Someone did indeed bring clothes and a plate of food, both of which you were grateful for. Your wet clothes were whisked away expertly at the same time your plate was. Honestly, it was almost scary how efficient they seemed. 

When Alejandro returned, you were mostly dry, in clean clothes, and fed. Much better than when you had arrived. His lips twitched in something like approval. 

“Come,” he offered, beckoning you closer. “Have a drink with me.” 

You nodded, stepping closer to him. Briefly, you were grateful they hadn't brought you a skirt. You'd gone a long time without wearing one, and you weren't keen to start again now. 

“Tomorrow, perhaps, I will take you on a tour,” Alejandro offered, glancing at you as he turned the two of you down a different hallway. 

“I'd like that,” you agreed softly, eyebrows raising when he stopped in front of a door, pushing it open to reveal a room very like the one you'd been in. But this one was warmer, a blanket tossed over the back of one of the chairs, a glass bottle and a few glasses set on a side table. Alejandro walked straight to that, pouring two drinks of light amber liquid. 

“Here.” He held out one of the glasses to you before nodding you to sit where you liked. He settled in a chair, knees spread, gaze fixed on you even as he took a sip of his drink. “I must ask what you're doing so far out this direction. We are not exactly on the way to anything.” 

You took a sip to buy yourself a moment, and nearly spluttered. This stuff was strong, stronger than you were used to. You blinked rapidly, licking your lips. “What is this?” 

“A local specialty.” His lips twitched again, but this time the amusement did not reach his eyes. 

You cradled your drink carefully in your hand, swallowing briefly. Time to come clean. “I was hoping to speak to whoever is in charge about a job.” 

He leaned back a little, eyebrows raising. “Go on.” 

You hesitated only a moment before you nodded and kept talking. “I work leather, learned from my father. I'm one of the best out in this area.”

“Then why are you looking for work?” He took a slow sip of his drink. 

You eyed him. He hadn't gone to get anyone else, which meant either he was high up in this garrison, or he was checking your story before passing you on to whoever was in charge. Possibly both. Either way, there was no good reason to lie to him. 

“I am supposed to marry.” 

His eyebrows shot up. “You're running.” 

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but he was right. You were running. Jaw clenched, you nodded, just once. 

Silence fell between the two of you, thicker than the alcohol still in your glass. You had no idea what he was thinking, expression impassive, though the gentle tapping of his fingers on his glass indicated that he was thinking about something. 

“Tell me why.” 

You breathed in, slow and deep. “I will be his third wife,” you said, voice low, weighing each word as you spoke. “His first died unexpectedly. The second apparently in childbirth. But rumors spread.” You swallowed, thinking of the freshly dug grave you'd visited. 

“You think he is not innocent.” Alejandro didn't move, watching you closely. When you shook your head, throat too tight for you to speak, he hummed in consideration. “But your family does not object to the match?” 

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you, hurt and bitter. “There's no one left to object.” 

He nodded slowly, fingers once again tapping rhythmically on his glass. “And this was your plan,” he surmised. “To run here and hope for a job, knowing we take care of our own.”

“Hoping you would,” you admitted, trying for levity and falling short. “Otherwise, my plan was to continue west to the coast, and then follow the coastline until I found another town.” 

Alejandro tipped his head, looking you over once, slowly. Unlike with other men, this felt less personal. More assessing. Less leering. “On your own?” 

You shrugged. “Better than dying,” you quipped, even as your heart thumped in your chest. If he said no, if he denied your request, you had no idea if you'd even make it to the coast. You had supplies with you, what you could carry, but there was no guarantee. 

Alejandro chuckled suddenly, smiling. “We have guest rooms,” he said, relaxing back in his chair. “You will use one for tonight. Tomorrow, we will talk more. Finish your drink.” 

You relaxed at the guarantee of at least one night of safety. “Thank you.” The alcohol went down a little easier the second time. 

Alejandro didn't say anything more, but he did finish his drink, and sat quietly with you until you'd finished yours. Then he stood, plucking your glass from fingers finally warmed through. 

“This way,” he told you, leading the way back into the hallway. This time the route was more complicated - you turned multiple times, passing a dining hall before turning down a different area. Though there was no dust, this area felt more disused, quieter. Not abandoned, but less traveled. 

The final hallway he turned down had six doors, all open, three on each side. He waved a lazy hand towards them. 

“Pick whichever room you like,” he offered. “Someone will bring you to breakfast in the morning.” 

You nodded, murmuring your thanks, and took the first room on the left. A few candles had been lit already for you, and you briefly wondered how in the world Alejanfro had arranged everything so fast. You'd heard tales of riders being telepathic, but had dismissed them as being nonsense. But maybe… 

Shaking your head, you shut the door softly, taking a moment to admire the room. It was set up for guests grander than yourself, with a small sitting area by the single window set high on the wall. The bed looked plush, the blankets soft when you touched them. 

Much too nice for someone like yourself. But you'd take it, just for tonight. 

Your boots weren't dry yet, so you set them aside carefully. Your pack you left next to your boots, after a quick check to be sure everything was alright. The few tools you'd brought with you were fine, the oiled leather you'd put over the top of the pack having done its job. Your spare set of clothes were mostly dry, your food fine. 

Your father's gloves sat in the bottom, leather well worn and soft. They were too big for you, but you hadn't been able to leave them behind. 

Weariness finally settled in with the alcohol and the knowledge that you'd be safe for one night. It took longer than you wanted to admit to extinguish the candles for the night. You left one flickering softly on the far wall, just in case. 

You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

[brambleforest]

I just finished painting a Green Dragon and am so happy with how it turned out!

This beefy lad is probably the heaviest mini I have and definitely the tallest. I colored the scales with Malachite in mind and tried to tackle the wings thinking of chrysocolla.

I'm also just really happy with my growth in mini painting over the last year? Below the cut are more pics I've done if you are interested.

This was the first big miniature I painted last July. The colors ended up good with fair line work but like. I didn't experiment much with the colors and it ended up looking so cartoony and I continuously want to redo it (even though I think it was a fine first attempt).

Next was a Blue Dragon. I did mess around with colors and shading a little more and still find it really pleasing to look at even though the end result is still a little cartoony. The old 3.5 edition Blue Dragon had turquoise spots I adapted into the spikes and its still one of my favorite touches in any mini I've done.

Next up was a White Dragon. By now I learned about washes and dry brushing techniques and think the extra effort here really shows. I ended up leaning more heavy on "ice" rather than "snow" for the motifs and it is very light blue because of it, but I think it turned out well overall.

Which leads me to the Green. I went all out here. The body has a dark green wash and no less than 5 additional shades of green across the body. The fin webbing and wings have several shades of azure and turquoise the create a Mottled look. The eyes are a deep azurite blue to complement the other stone looks. I even used a shiny clearcoat on the tongue to make it look wet. I am SO THRILLED with the end result.

Eventually I need to paint a Black Dragon to round out the list of Chromatics. I can't wait to see how that one will turn out!

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (10)

"So how many missions do you have left besides this one?" Kagome asks while she readjusts her bow and quiver. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail.

Satoru hums. "About ten or so left for tonight. Do you always fight in a skirt? I'm not complaining, it's just..." Satoru bites his lip. With Kagome's barrier in place and no one around them except for the curse lurking inside, he's so tempted to push her up against the side of the building, flip that skirt up, and slide her panties to the side. He's dreamed of those legs wrapped around his waist. He cracks his neck to the side, trying to dislodge these thoughts, but they keep coming.

Man, he wishes Kagome was coming on his face right about now.

This was a terrible idea. He can't focus on exorcising curses, with her looking as hot as she does.

"Ten? That's too many," Kagome huffs, completely sidestepping his other question. Satoru pouts. He wants to know if she always fights in a skirt because, if so, he should be there for backup, of course. "You were never getting home in time for dinner." She presses those plump lips together and stares at the building. "Do you care if I call in reinforcements?"

Reinforcements?

"You know other sorcerers?" Is it bad he's thinking of ways to get rid of them?

"Only you and the ones you introduced me to. I meant shikigami. Unless you want to handle all of them yourself?"

Satoru scratches his cheek. Come to think of it, she said her shikigami has no range back at the school. Typically, a sorcerer isn't too far from their shikigami because of the amount of cursed energy it takes to keep them going. "My other missions are spread out. That might be a bit much for you to summon a shikigami or two."

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "I'll make more than two since it's so many. Besides, if I get tired, I can always recall them back." She shrugs as if her words aren't sending him into a tizzy. "Just give me a second."

Satoru crosses his arms as he watches her. Partly because he's curious as to what kind of shikigami she is going to summon...er, make, and partly because he knows he needs to keep his hands to himself. He raises a brow at the small army in front of him. Kagome looks completely unfazed. Satoru uncrosses his arms as Kagome creates another ten shikigami and a... dragon? It's as big as the building.

Uhh... his mind is breaking.

"How many can you create?"

"Not sure," she says. "I've never gone past thirty since there isn't a huge need to. Why?"

Never gone past thirty? Satoru wets his lips. His mouth is suddenly dryer than the pastries Megumi made, that one and only time. "Why did you need to create that many?" That is a better question. Kagome doesn't know what her limits are... he isn't quite sure how to feel about that.

She breaks eye contact and rubs the dragon shikigami's snout. "There was an outbreak of sorts and if I didn't act fast, there would have been too many casualties. Can we see where the missions are located? I'm guessing they aren't all in this area."

Satoru frowns. He wants to push, but Kagome seems reluctant to give him the answers he desperately wants. What outbreak? A bunch of curses? More importantly, with this many shikigami summoned—created—whatever, how the hell did he miss that energy surge? "No, some are in Shibuya." He pulls out his phone and pulls up his calendar. Kagome leans over and glances at his phone, and so does the dragon. "Can you read?" he jokes.

"Yes, I am capable of such," it responds.

Satoru blinks. "Okay, wasn't expecting that."

"Will you drop everyone off at these locations?" Kagome asks. "It's important that you guys stay hidden and try not to cause any property damage."

"I'll put everyone off into a pair," One of the shikigami responds. She pushes her round glasses up with her finger.

Satoru opens his mouth and closes it. This goes beyond a typical summoning. Kagome's shikigami are acting like Panda, with their own thoughts and personality. "So, you all are handling the rest of the missions?"

"They should be easy to dispatch," the shikigami replies. "If we run into trouble, we will let you know."

Kagome smiles. "I knew I could count on you. If you come across any curses not on the list, then take care of them, too. The fewer curses, the better."

"Is this the work of a dark priestess?"

"I don't think so..." Kagome looks at him. Satoru scratches his head. Dark priestess?

"Curses are born from negative emotions. Non-sorcerers have no control over their cursed energy and so it leaks out and eventually forms a curse. What's this about a dark priestess?"

"Oh, some don't like to help others, so instead of blessing, they curse." Kagome turns her attention back to her mini army. "You're free to hang out for a bit once you're done." They nod and climb onto the dragon's back. Satoru's fingers twitch. If he could, he'd snap a picture of the sight.

Megumi is going to be so jealous.

Once the shikigami leave and it is just him and Kagome again, Satoru slides closer to her. "This won't take us long. What do you want to do after?"

"Did you want to go back home?"

"No."

"Oh." Kagome frowns. "I'm sure Koushi is behaving for his grandfather... Satoru, my face is up here."

"I was looking at your face."

She gives him a look. "You're obvious, even with that blindfold on. You just want to see me pump."

"There are so many things I want to see you pump," he sighs. "But we can't have these kinds of thoughts right before exorcising curses." He nods his head at the building. "It's probably getting agitated in there."

"I'm taking care of this one," Kagome says, opening the door. Satoru sighs. He's told her about letting him walk in first just in case. "It smells rotten," she comments, wrinkling her nose. There's trash and bloodstains on the floor.

"Yeah, the report for this one is a worker went insane and went around stabbing his colleagues. He was passed up for a promotion and didn't handle it too well. Now some people come here as a rite of passage of sorts." What it is, is stupid. "More importantly, let me walk into the buildings first, in case the curse is lurking by the door or something. If anyone is going to take a hit, it'll be me."

Kagome nods, but her attention is elsewhere. She pulls an arrow out of the quiver and notches it. Her stance is impressive. She moves as though she's been doing this forever. Kagome releases the arrow and a burst of pink light emerges. His body sings. The room radiates with her energy.

There's a screech and the curse's energy fades away.

Damn, that's hot.

"I guess I didn't need to make that many shikigami. That didn't take long at all," Kagome says. "What do you want to do now?"

Is this a trick question? He smirks and then grabs her and pushes her behind him. "Really?" he deadpans to the curse user, who slinks into the room.

"I wasn't looking for trouble," the man replies, holding his sword out in front of him. "But I would appreciate it if yer could hand her over. I'd even split the money with you."

"Excuse me?" Kagome exclaims.

"Who put the bounty on her head?" Satoru asks. Maybe one of the higher-ups? He wouldn't put anything past them, but he has no proof. Or maybe someone from another clan?

The curse user stammers and a bead of sweat drips down his pale face. His eyes are dark. Beedy like. "I really wasn't looking for trouble. Didn't even know yer was gonna be here."

"And yet you asked me to hand her over to you. You realize that's where you fucked up at, right?" Satoru takes a step towards him. "Are you stupid?"

"N-no one would dare to challenge you." The sword clangs to the floor, and the man drops to his knees in a bow. "Please spare me! I need the money, and she's worth a lot of it."

Satoru glances over his shoulder. "Baby, do you mind turning around? I don't want you to see this."

Kagome flushes. "I can handle a little blood." She toys with the end of her ponytail while she watches him. Satoru's mouth quirks up slightly. Is it because he called her baby, or is it because she likes the hint of violence? He turns his head back to the man on the ground, who continues to shiver. Satoru blows out a breath. At least Naoya attempted to put up a fight.

"It's nothing personal," he says, shrugging. "But I need to send a message. Or you could tell me what I want to know."

The man snaps his head up and for a moment, he looks as though he wants to confess, but instead, the man laughs. "As if I would ever tell someone like you." He snaps his fingers and the swell of curse energy spikes behind him. Satoru snatches the man up by his shirt and turns around right as the shikigami bursts behind Kagome. "H-how did you do that?"

Satoru wets his lips. "So, you won't talk?"

"I refuse!"

How frustrating. "Very well. Last chance to turn around," he says, but Kagome crosses her arms and makes no move to turn around. Satoru clucks his tongue along the roof of his mouth. He'll finish this quickly. The less she sees, the better. Exorcising curses is one thing, but seeing another person die is another ball game. Satoru tosses the man to the side and sends a jolt of raw cursed energy at him. The curse user's body twists in on itself until there is nothing left but a puddle of blood and clothing.

Satoru's shoulders slump. "Sorry, you had to see... Kagome?" Why is she looking at him like that? He knew it. This is too much for her. Satoru takes a step toward her and watches her reaction. She doesn't move away from him, so he takes another step toward her and then another until he is right in front of her. Kagome drops her bow and quiver. His nostrils flare. Surely, she doesn't think he'd do the same to her as he did to that person who wanted the bounty on her head? "I'm not going to—" Her hands grab his jacket, and she pulls him forward.

He must be sick in the head because he allows her to roughhouse him. His eyes widen behind the blindfold as her lips seek his.

Oho?

He pulls her flush against him as he deepens the kiss. She tastes like honey. Satoru's heart flutters at every breathless sigh. His hands slide down and squeeze her ass. This skirt of hers is really short and it wouldn't take much. He groans. Kagome tugs at his hair and spreads her thighs for him. His hand slides under her skirt and touches her through her damped underwear.

"Satoru," she breathes.

"Here?" He presses his fingers against her. His eyes greedily take in the way her body flushes pink. Kagome squeezes her eyes shut as she takes in a gulp of breath. "I got you, baby." His fingers move and slide under her panties as he cups her pussy. He watches her reaction as he scissors his fingers inside of her. She's so tight and hot. His cock aches. Kagome grips his arms as her body trembles. Shit, he isn't sure how much longer he can last. "You gon come on my fingers?"

"No," she shakes her head.

No? Satoru pauses. "Do you want me to—"

"Give me your dick." Kagome reaches for his belt and Satoru's blood sings. He pulls his fingers out of her and sucks them in his mouth while Kagome unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to be set free. He pulls his blindfold down and stares at her hand wrapped around him.

How many nights has he dreamed of this?

"Here?" He asks again, even as he grabs her leg and lifts it in the air. Kagome sticks her tongue out to the side as she grips him tighter. She lines him up to her entrance and sighs as he pushes past her lips. Satoru sucks in a breath. Her underwear brushes against him as he pushes further into her.

Oh, he's never wearing a condom again.

"Fuck, Satoru," Kagome moans. Her hand grips his arm while her other one grips his shoulder. She works her muscles over him, and he nearly comes right then and there. Satoru chuckles as he tries to get himself together, but it's hard to focus on anything other than how tightly she is gripping him.

"You're so beautiful." He snaps his hips, bending his knees slightly as he fucks her. He eyes the way her shirt dampens, and his mouth goes dry. "Spray me."

"What?"

"With your milk," he begs.

Kagome lifts her shirt and pushes it and her bra up. Satoru's mouth opens as he swipes his tongue along his lips. Her areolas are bigger than the first time they slept together. He wishes they were in a hotel or at home, anywhere with a bed, so he could wrap his lips around her nipples until he's content. Kagome maintains eye contact with him as she cups her breasts and squeezes them.

Satoru groans.

"Such a pervert," she huffs.

"Baby, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." He darts his tongue out, trying to catch the droplets he can. Every part of her is sweet. He squeezes one breast and mimics the motion she did earlier. The milk leaks out and gets all over his hand, but he's too far gone to care. He'll lick it off later. Her eyes roll back as her walls threaten to take him for all he has. Her body trembles as she comes and damn if she doesn't look pretty when she does. Satoru's chest rises as he tries to regulate his breathing. His balls tighten. "Shit," he breathes, trying to pull out, but Kagome grips him so tight, his breath catches in his throat. "Kagome, I'm going to... fuck!"

"That one is on me," she says after a moment. Satoru closes his eyes and tries to gather his bearings. His cock softens inside her and he's reluctant to leave her heat. Her leg shakes and maybe he should let her leg down. He eases out of her and wraps an arm around her as he lowers her leg. Kagome blushes as she fixes her top and smooths out her skirt. "Sorry."

Satoru's brows shoot up. "Sorry? For what?"

"You were going to pull out and I..." She bites her lip and rubs the back of her head.

He shakes his head and then licks the residual milk off his hand. "Baby, don't ever apologize for that. If it were up to me, I'd come inside of you every day."

Kagome rolls her eyes, but her cheeks are stained pink. She bends down and retrieves her bow and quiver. "Now what?"

Satoru looks around the room, though the mission is long past finished. "Love hotel? For old time's sake?" He smiles at her and then sighs as his phone vibrates. Satoru blinks at the message. "Hey... when you said that priestesses can curse others, what kind of curses are we talking about?"

"Did someone get cursed?"

"Well..." Satoru slides his phone back into his pocket. He eyes Kagome's shirt and shrugs out of his jacket to place it over her. "Ryu was trying to make Koushi laugh and somehow that turned into Ryu, having a small rain cloud over his head with flowers blooming out of his hair. At least according to my old man."

Kagome facepalms. "He got that from a show. I told my mom that Koushi didn't need screen time so early. Okay, let's go home and help your uncle before he destroys the floor."

"Hey."

Kagome stops and looks at him. "What is it?"

"You wanna come on my mission tomorrow too?"

Kagome laughs. "We'll see."

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A/N: This fic still has me in a chokehold. I'm still coping from the latest JJK chapter

This Kagome and accidental would for sure take over some of the clan duties. Satoru is too busy to handle the day to day activities.

Sidenote, I find it funny how Kagome and Satoru completely forgot about Ijichi in this chapter. Poor man was waiting in the car outside of the barrier and probably freaked out when he saw a bunch of shikigami fly by. Someone should give him a raise.

Take care of yourselves! Get plenty of rest and stay hydrated. Refill your well so you can start the week off strong. Anddddd I saw that there were some new InuxJJK fics, so you should totally check them out. Love to see the fandom growing.

[shieldmaidensmeadery]

Hi! I saw the post with your dolls and I wanted to say I am totally in love!! I wondered if maybe you would be willing to share more pictures? The button irises and embroidered lashes are so so charming, the impression is so cute and I love their expressions so so much

In all honesty the button and embroidery combo really inspires me to try something similar! I have always done full embroidery or embroidery and pencil for faces on my cloth dolls but I am just so taken. They really leave a mark! Their faces are just so striking!!

And the clothes you made!! They are so impressive! Clothes are the hardest part to me, most dolls I have made are chilling in an underwear party haha

This is such a sweet ask, thank you so much!! I am totally willing to share more pictures, I'll put a few here and probably make another post soon! (Putting the rambles under the cut again for the sake of length)

I'm so happy to be getting good feedback on the dolls I make, it's not something I usually show to other people and it makes the whole thing feel more "real", if that makes any sense. A few people have commented on the way I do eyes/faces specifically, and that's SO cool to me I can't even begin to tell you- I've done a lot of experimenting in that department, and even now I'm not entirely settled on how to do it. With my white fox girl, I actually went and made 3d lashes for her out of felt (highly recommend, it stands out beautifully and holds up well over time) but didn't do any blushing with pastels/color, but on my Aunt's dolls I did a lot of color, like watercolor pencil for the freckles (not very happy about getting wet, but not a horrible way to do it)... I might never make up my mind, lol! Right now I'm working on a dragon themed doll whose going to be a BIG experiment.

And totally agreed, clothing is the hardest part- I don't use patterns for my dolls (because I think it's more fun just to mess it up a thousand times lol) and let me tell you that does NOT make it easier. My big secret is that I just cover everything in trims and ribbons to hide the poor stitching- EVERYTHING looks nicer if you put a ruffle on it!

If you look at my one doll in the purple skirt, she has a super big shirt on and that's because the black wolf girl was supposed to have that shirt, but the torso was slightly too thin! I spent hours on that shirt and tried my best to make a real collar and I still messed it up. Thank God it looks good on her, though!! I always get so excited for the clothes stage but this is always how it goes- whoever I think I'm making clothing for is never the one who recieves it.

There's also one more doll I never showed off! She was the second(?) doll I ever made- she's supposed to be a little ghost, to haunt the other ones!

Her bonnet always slips over her eyes, lol. I used a technique on her I haven't used since, where I used black and grey/brown pastels to shade the white fabric- I may have to try it again sometime, she was really better for it <3

OK I should quit rambling, but thank you so much for your ask!!! This brightened my entire year- I wish you luck in your own adventures, @arezou !!

[teyums]

since in the last post you told us about your hometown and yourself. take this one as a chance to tell us about your interests! your likes and dislikes, opinions, and just whatever you feel like.

say what's on your mind! ;)

-☘️

i love how when i’m asked basic questions about myself i completely forget who i am, this took some time 💀 also clover anon ily!

(putting a read more for those who don’t want to scroll)

likes!

- I’m obsessed with jewelry. When i say obsessed i mean obsesseddd. Both my arms are always dressed with lots of beaded bracelets. There are 12 on each arm currently. And i got them from a market here in West Africa! some from last time I visited and others from this current visit as I bought a bunch more recently. they’re all natural stone beads. I never take them off, i sleep in them, shower in them they’re basically my second skin. i have three waist beads on my waist. I wear a pearl anklet on each leg and I usually have one certain necklace i keep on for months at a time before I switch it out with another. If i’m going to play volleyball or something, i’ll remove my bracelets so I won’t break them. But I put them back on right after bc i feel naked 💀

- I love piercings! I’m very expressive through jewelry on my body. I believe I have 13 last I counted. Four on one ear, three on the other. My first lobes are gold guages, but I like to mix silver and gold jewelry. My belly button, two nostrils, a septum, my ashley (middle of the lip), my smiley, and I used to have my tongue pierced but i swallowed it LMFAOO

- i’m such a foodie i don’t think i’ve had a food i don’t like and i’m not picky at all i love trying new things. but spaghetti takes the cake for my fav (simple i know) i also really like sushi!

- i love rain, don’t like getting wet though lol

- SQUISHMALLOWSSS

- favorite colors are pale green or forest green, soft purples, and burnt oranges!

- i love animals. my favorites are my two kitties, but i also have a dog and a bearded dragon who i also love

- I LOVEEE lemonade. Literally cannot last more than two days without lemonade in my house. That and water is all I drink lol, i’m not a big soda person.

- I love to write, have been doing it since I was in middle school. As cringy as it sounds it is like an escape lol. Just give me wifi (for dictionary and thesaurus) and my notes app and you won’t hear from me for a while.

dislikes!

- i hate ignorant people like anyone should. that includes any of the “phobes” and “ists” (that are bad). transphobes, homophobes, racists, fascists, ableists. you name it i hate it lol

- loud noises. i do not do well with loud noises at allll. makes me very anxious and for some reason angry?? this also applies directly for heat. even right now, i’m in my grandma’s room because it’s quiet and cool lol

- men ❤️. although i have been cursed with being attracted to them. so maybe i should say men who AREN’T fictional

interests

- to start with the obvious one, i have been obsessed with avatar since 2009! yes me, as a 6 year old, sitting there with my eyes covered by my parents’ hands when that scene of jake and neytiri came on screen. (we have the extended movie on blu-ray). that did not stop me from looking up exactly what happened on youtube and going down the rabbit hole that still has not ended. 😭 I’ve watched the first hundreds of times with my dad, so when we found out the 2nd was coming out we actually almost shit ourselves

- often confused with avatar, one of my favorite series is avatar the last airbender. after long debate with my sisters we have decided i would be an earthbender like toph (queen!!! also the name of one of my cats <3)

- i’m very spiritual. i like to meditate, sage and incense my room multiple times a week. I’m very cautious about who i allow around me because i do believe energy is easily transferred. I’m a great judge of character and can often tell if a person is good spirited or not.

- i’m a very opinionated person. anytime something is up for debate best BELIEVE i will be there to shout my opinion from the high tops. some people hate that about me, some love it, but hey i am who i am!

- was a monster high fanatic until like 14 i can’t even lie to y’all but anybody who liked monster high is a bad bitch now sooo

- late last year i picked up crocheting, really fun once you get the hang of things! i was over the moon when i made my first tote bag you couldn’t tell me anything 😭

[freshunknowndreamland]

Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon's daughter was born 9 moons after the night in the brothel, but a certain Knight believes she is his. After all, he slept with the princess the same night as her uncle. Will the princess Daenys Targaryen second of her name change the outcome of the house of the dragon, or will they still dance?

Contains strong language and child birth and talks of Sexual nature. And more to come.

I dont own any of the pics or any other characters than my own or the storyline, only what I change.

Part 3

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After birth

After a while, the King, Queen, and her knight had left the princess in peace with her new babe and husband.

Rhaenyra looked at Laenor and then her babe.

"She is a beautiful princess." Laenor said softly to Rhaenyra.

"She is Daemon's." The Princess said in a whisper. "I'm am glad for that, but I would have still loved her if she wasn't his."

"I am just glad she is born healthy." Laenor said with a smile, reaching to hold his 'daughter', but Rhaenyra did not make a move to pass the babe to him. Causing him to frown a bit. "What is it? Can I not hold my daughter?" Laenor snapped a bit, not meaning to and said a quick sorry.

"It is nothing to worry about." Rhaenyra said with a sigh. "It's just that she is different for the other children."

"Well, of course she is. She is a Targaryen princess, the heirs heir the queen after you." Laenor said, confused by what she meant.

"No, Laenor, she is different from you and I, and from the rest of us." She sighed, knowing he would have to see for himself.

As if sensing her mother's struggles, Daenys opened up eyes and looked from her mother to another man with white hair and dark skin with dark purple eyes.

When Laenor looked at her, he gasped and took a step back in shock. He's was expecting to see the same colour eyes as Daemon but was met with dragon mix match eyes.

Daenys whimpered at the sudden noise and movement, causing Rhaenyra to snap. "Do not do that. You are scaring her."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, little dragon." Laenor said softly. This caused Daenys to chirp like a baby dragon, making both of them smile at her, and Laenor asked. "Did she just chirp like a dragon, well baby dragon."

"There is something else you should see." Rhaenyra said, slowly unwrapping her baby. While looking at Laenor and then back to her babe before slowly lifting her off the blanket, revealing two dragon wings on her back folded to her back. Once the air hits Daenys' back, she unfolds her wings even though they are small. They still look big on her.

"God's be good. She is a dragon born." Laenor said in aw and shock.

Laenor reached out to touch the wings that reminded him of Caraxes and Syrax's wings. But before he could touch them, she had folded them again, and Rhaenyra re-wraped her child in a blanket to keep her warm.

"Yes, she is. The blood of the dragon runs thicker in her veins, it seems." Rhaenyra replied quietly.

"Does the king know about this." Laenor asked.

"Not yet, but he will once I have healed I shall go and speak to him in private." She said softly, watching as her babe starts to fall asleep as she feeds from her breast.

When a wet nurse offered to take the young princess to go and feed and put down for a nap, she snapped at her and told her to leave at once as she would feed her child herself.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Laenor asked.

"No, it is ok, but if I need you, I shall send for you. As I'm sure there are things you have already planned." Rhaenyra spoke.

"Ok, may I hold her now, and I shall put her in her crib in a moment. I just wish to hold our 'daughter' please." He said, hoping she would, and she did.

As he held her close to him, he made a mental promise to her.

"I will protect you from all I can. And I will love you as if you are my own. You are my daughter."

After a few moments, she set her down in her crib that held a dragon egg, and as if sensing that it was close by, she wiggled closer to it and continued to sleep.

[basementgirlies]

The scenes are writing themselves I swear to God:

El had pulls out a Madonna tape that Jonathan had bought her a few weeks prior, but informs her they can’t listen on the stereo downstairs until Joyce was done working on the phone. Max purses her lips, tilting her head.

“Do you have a Walkman?”

El shakes her head, eyes down to the floor.

“It- got broken. At school. I- I- smashed it on the ground.”

Max immediately knows she’s lying about something, but decides not to press it. She just got here, and asking about school seems to always upset El.

“Does Will have one?”

El looks up, and nods.

“Yes, but I am not allowed to borrow it, he told me. Not under any circ- circ-.”

She struggles on the last word, but Max doesn’t mind filling in. “Not under any circumstances?”

El nods again and Max laughs. “That sounds like a big brother thing to say.” She gets up from where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, walking past the frankly unsettling shrine to Mike Wheeler, and peeks out to door down the hall. Jonathan is out with Argyle and Joyce is downstairs working, so the sound of the shower means Will is not currently in his bedroom.

Max looks back at El, raising a finger to her lips. “Well, Will never said I couldn’t borrow it, right, just you?” El’s smile gets wider. Bingo.

Max wanders down the hall and peeks into Will’s room. He’s got posters up on the wall, and general teenage boy mess and stink. It’s going to be a little bit harder to find the Walkman than she was hoping, but she steps in and starts poking at the drawers and piles on his desk. To her left, there’s an easel, facing towards the door and hiding the painting on it from view. El had mentioned in her letters than Will was working on a painting that nobody in the family was allowed to see. Max isn’t a member of the Byers family. Bingo, another loophole. She peeks around the painting to take a look, and inhales sharply when she sees what Will has painted.

In addition to Will growing approximately a foot since he left Hawkins, he also has gotten a ton better at painting. The painting she sees in front of her is leagues better than the childlike drawings of his that Lucas has plastered all over the bulletin board in his room (and, embarrassingly, taped up inside his locker, a fact Max used to tease him for when they were still on speaking terms). A large dragon takes up the left side of the painting, leaping of the page. She puts a hand up to the board, feeling the texture of the paints beneath her finger. She traces Lucas, looking strong and brave on horseback, similar to how she sees him on the basketball court when she peeks into the gym windows after hours. She sees Dustin, wielding an axe much like the one he fashioned out of paper mache and brought to lunch every day for the first week of high school. Will is painted to the side, casting a spell in a pointed hat and robe that she remembers packing into a cardboard box in the Byers old house to bring over to Erica. Finally, Mike is towards he front of the group, painted in painstaking detail. His sword is held high, poised to strike the dragon’s neck. She moves her hand over, feeling the ridges of the paint, tracing her index finger over the shield on Mike’s other arm. She looks at the royal insignia in the shield, a crown and a heart boldly painted at the center of the canvas.

Her finger lingers. A heart.

She jolts when she hears a gasp at the door. Will rushes in, dressed in another plaid button down, but hair still wet and rumpled from the shower. He looks older, with his bangs askew, different from boy she met in middle school with a bowl cut and an oversized patched jacked, but still kind and familiar.

“Max what are you doing in here! I swear to God that’s nothing just something my art teacher assigned for art club. I was going to throw it away anyways.” Max hears another lie.

He grabs the painting and starts rolling it up. Max reaches out an touches his arm, lightly. She can feel that Will has a long sleeve shirt on under his button down.

“Will, this is really good. Like, I knew you were good at art, Wheeler won’t ever shut up about your drawings, but this is honest to God amazing.”

Will pauses rolling up the painting and looks at her.

“You really think it’s good?”

“Of course. You captures them all so well. I know I don’t know much about D&D and God knows what you guys get up to in Wheeler’s basement, but I can see how much you care about it by that painting.”

She pauses, and looks at him, squinting her eyes slightly. Will is blushing. She takes another step towards him, and Will fights the urge to step back, away from her unyielding stare. She lowers her voice, barely above a whisper. She thinks about the heart she saw earlier, centered in the canvas and wielded by none other than Mike Wheeler.

“It’s really good Will. I love it. You should keep working at it it. I won’t tell anybody anything about it, I promise. Not even El.”

She pauses again, still staring.

“Not even him.”

She tries for a soft smile - she’s not very good at those these days, but she can tell Will needs an olive branch. Will is still frozen, expressionless, with the painting half-rolled in his hands. His blush has receded and he’s now pale white in front of her. His eyes dart to the door and back to her, but his feet stay firmly planted.

She repeats herself, for good measure. “It’s really good and I love it Will, everything about it. I promise I won’t tell, really, but I want you to know whenever you’re ready to show people, I have your back, 100%.”

Max isn’t sure she’s talking about the painting anymore, and Will still hasn’t said a single word to indicate he understands what she’s saying. A beat passes. Silence, stillness, until Will nods and continues to roll up the painting. He slides it into his open backpack on the ground, notably not the trash bin. Max considers this a success.

The silence stretches, mutating into a stifling awkwardness. Max can’t remember the last time she was alone with Will. He still hasn’t said a word in response. She steps back from him towards the door, brainstorming the best way to say goodbye and hightail back down the hallway, before she remembers the original intent of her mission.

“Can we borrow your Walkman until your mom gets off work?”

Will finally speaks. “What?”

“Your Walkman. That’s why I came in here. We want to listen to Madonna and El’s is broken.”

Will walks over to a pile of laundry on his floor and fishes out a Walkman.

Gross. Max would never have dared look there.

“Here. But I want it back at dinner time.” He hands it to her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get it back to you.” She gestures up to the posters on wall and the empty easel. “Can’t get between an artist and the depressing moans of Robert Smith.”

Will rolls his eyes at her, and she’s relieved that he seems to have at least somewhat recovered his sense of humor. “Your insults are less effective now that I know you like my art, Mad Max.”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “Well Byers, I expect to be included in the next painting. Remember, every party needs a Zoomer.”

Will laughs softly. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He pauses. “Thanks, Max. Really.” Sincere.

She smiles and ducks out of the room, humming “Crazy for You” to herself, and continues down the hall to El’s room.

Season 4 AU where Max visits Lenora and Mike stays in Hawkins and is targeted by Vecna

This would fuel my sapphic ElMax agenda and Byler angst agendas swimmingly.

Also my deep yearning for Will and Max friendship and interaction, and the devastating potential for a van heart to heart between the two of them:

“I can never understand exactly what you’ve gone through these last few years, but I do understand what it’s like to feel like everything going wrong in the world is entirely your fault.”

[blackdreadbalerion]

morning glory

PAIRING ⇢ Prince Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader [Name]

RATING ⇢ 18+ | minors don’t interact!

SUMMARY ⇢ Prince Aegon and his wife enjoy a slow morning together

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇢ ok here goes nothing (bare with me this took a lot of willpower because i am my own harshest critic). if you do have any advice or constructive critic i am very happy to listen and learn, so feel free to let me know. to be honest, i don't know how i ended up writing for Aegon because I am an Aemond girl first and foremost. But somehow this idea made its way into my brain and i couldn't help myself, so..

Also, a big thank you to @aemonds-war-crime for helping me figure out how to tag this correctly!

WARNINGS ⇢ mostly smut | sexual content | reader is asleep at the start but it is implied she gave her consent prior (this scene is part of a longer work) | maybe some fluff?

WORD COUNT ⇢ 1'408 words

Aegon blinks open his eyes, groaning quietly as he rolls out of the sun, closer to his sleeping wife.

[Name] seems to be dead to the world still, and for a while, Aegon contents himself by watching the rays of sun moving up her back, bathing her in a soft glow, making her look even more ethereal.

Eventually, his gaze starts to slide lower, to the soft pink flesh he can see between her legs. There are some spots of white substance on her thighs, and he bites his lip as he remembers the night before, how she had writhed underneath him, always pulling him closer, taking whatever he gave to her, even demanding more, telling him that she wanted to keep him inside of her until they woke up.

“I have been blessed by the gods,” he murmurs to himself, one of his hands lowering to stroke his cock as he reaches out with the other, running a gentle finger down her back and between her folds.

[Name] mumbles something intelligible in her sleep, shifting one of her legs a little bit, almost as if to give him permission.

His mind set, Aegon slips closer on the bed, wetting his cock on her folds before slipping it inside her wet heat in one long thrust.

“A-ah…what-Aegon?” his wife yelps as she wakes up, one of her hands grabbing onto his arm as he wraps it around her chest.

“Good morning, wife. I apologize for not waking you up. You were simply too tempting to resist. And it is my name day, after all. I should be allowed to do whatever I wish today, do you not agree?” he asks her, his cock twitching inside of her as he holds himself still.

[Name] lets out a quiet snort, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. Aegon can’t help but smile at the genuine warmth he finds in her lilac eyes, and he leans down to press a few fluttering kisses against her shoulder and neck.

“Do you not always do whatever you wish, dear husband?” she teases him, all the while pushing herself back towards him, letting him know without words that he can keep going.

Aegon growls quietly, his hips starting to move of their own accord, and his free hand moves down her front, teasing along her breasts before cupping her mound and rubbing soft circles.

[Name] lets out a quiet moan at his ministrations, throwing her head back against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed. She lifts her leg a little bit, opening up for him beautifully, and Aegon rewards her with a biting kiss to her jaw, leaning over her to finally plunder her mouth as she lets him do as he pleases.

With the combined assault of both his cock and his finger, it doesn’t take long for [Name] to reach her peak, her cunt tightening around Aegon, and he grits his teeth to keep himself from following after her, fucking her until her body stops shaking.

“My love, my beautiful wife. I wish for you to ride me. Take your pleasure from me, show me you are mine and I am yours, my little dragon,” Aegon whispers into her ear before pulling out, his cock bobbing up towards his stomach, swollen with need.

[Name] follows after him, turning onto her hands and knees as she crawls over him, leaning down to teasingly press a hot kiss to his tip on the way.

“Do not keep me waiting, my love, please,” Aegon rasps out, only to let his head fall back onto the bed when she takes him inside her once more, settling into his lap in a smooth movement.

“Ngh, you feel so good inside of me, husband,” [Name] breathes, leaning over him, her hands settled on his chest as she starts to move her hips.

Aegon slides his hands up her thighs, content to watch as she uses him for her own pleasure, quiet gasps falling from her mouth.

He can tell when she is close to reaching her peak, her movements losing rhythm, but he keeps still, licking over his lips.

“Touch me. Please, Aegon. I need you to touch me,” [Name] begs, one of her hands sliding down her body towards her center.

A smirk spreads on Aegon’s face as he reaches out and pushes her fingers away, toying with her cunt, circling his thumb over the little nub.

“Let yourself go, my love,” he commands, pushing his hips up to meet hers with every thrust.

[Name] throws her head back with a gasp, a visible shiver running down her body as she shakes on top of him, riding out her high with his help.

Once her peak has passed, [Name] collapses onto his chest, pressing a kiss to his collarbone as her breathing slows down.

“Take what you need from me, husband. Use me as I have used you,” she whispers into his ear a few seconds later, and Aegon lets out a happy groan at her words, resuming his movements once more as he holds her close.

Chasing his own peak, Aegon wraps his arms around his wife, pistoning his hips up into her warmth, until she clenches around him, pushing him over the edge as he lets go. His hips stutter and he holds [Name] down on his lap as he grinds against her, riding out his release, both of them breathing heavily.

“If only I could wake up like this every day, I believe the realm would be a much better place,” Aegon eventually breathes out, tilting his head as he grins up at his wife.

[Name] shakes her head with a soft laugh, leaning down to press her lips onto his, her fingers playing with his hair and running along his face.

“You truly are insatiable, Aegon. Is it not enough to have my evenings and my nights, now you want my mornings too?” she asks him, whispering the words against his lips in between kisses.

Aegon chuckles, running his fingers down [Name]’s sides in a teasing caress and settling at her waist, carefully lifting her as he pulls out, his seed slowly trickling down her legs.

“I will never get enough of you, my love. You are mine now. Mine to fuck, mine to hold, mine to worship. Every little piece of you is mine, and I will gladly prove it to you and the rest of the realm every day.”

A soft smile spreads on [Name]’s face as she rests her chin on his chest, and Aegon wraps an arm around her, keeping her close.

“You are mine too, Aegon. Mine to cherish, mine to keep. Mine to love.”

Their tranquil moment is rudely interrupted when the door to his chambers slams open, revealing Aemond, followed by his servants.

Aegon groans, pulling his bedsheets up to cover his wife from their eyes - he might have no shame, but [Name]’s body is only his to see.

“What is it? Why must you interrupt our nice morning?” he asks his brother with a sigh, knowing that he will not get this moment back.

“It is time to rise, brother. The banquet is starting soon, and then afterwards the tourney will be held. Our people must see their future King and Queen. You two can work on adding to your family later,” Aemond replies with a straight face.

Aegon just groans and sinks back into the bed, willing his brother to go away. [Name] giggles, pressing a kiss to his lips and tugging on his hair.

“He is right, husband. I would hate to miss the banquet or the tourney. Everyone will be celebrating you today, so we should thank them,” she decides.

Aegon sits up with a sigh, unable to deny his lady wife anything.

From somewhere near the bed, [Name] has apparently managed to find his shirt from the evening before, slipping it over her head to protect her modesty. It’s big on her, covering her up down to her thighs, and Aegon lets out another groan at how much she looks like his.

“Gods, wife, you really know how to tease your husband,” he tells her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

[Name] dances out of reach with a laugh, evading his arms and sending him a flying kiss.

“Save your honeyed words for later, husband. It is time for me to get dressed - I shall see you later!” she calls out as she heads out of his chambers and taking his sunshine with him.

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 5 - Wedding Grey to Gold

Part 6

Fire OF A Stark

@queenieala

A few weeks later

The next morning I am woken up by the sound of my sister and some handmaidens entering my chambers. Today was the day I couldn't escape, my wedding. But in reality it might be my escape from the horrors of this city and the people in it. The handmaidens tossed the covers aside for me before helping me pull my nightgown over my head, having me get in a bath. "Can you believe it, sis. You're going to look like a princess."

"Sansa swop out those pinchy shoes for my boots underneath the bed. I may not be able to not wear a dress. But I will get a say in the shoes." I told her staring at my wedding dress hanging on the door hook on the wall.

She nods going to get them, allowing me the chance to close my eyes and sigh the little bit of relief I will have for today. Father was now forced to walk with a cane and I'm even more frustrated that Jaime's words are running through my mind. I feel like he did it on purpose to drive me crazy. "It's a big day for you, Stark girl."

Shooting my eyes open I covered my chest with arms seeing the queen standing in the doorway she smirking in her dark red dress. "Your grace, I - uh didn't hear you come in..."

"You're little dove of a sister let me in. She's a fine young lady." She replied with her blonde locks falling over her shoulders.

Biting my lip in nerviness thankfully I was smart enough to not wet my hair because she would have seen the truth. I would have been brought before the king and probably executed. My father had told me that the king planned on trying to kill the mother of dragons that was said to be living across the narrow sea. The last remaining Taraegaryn, at least that's what we've made everyone think. "Yeah she is....have you come to check on me for some reason?"

"In fact I have..." She sits on the edge of the tub suddenly grabbing my chin in her right hand holding it tightly so I couldn't look anywhere but on her. "Don't think for one moment that my brother will love you. He isn't capable of such a thing. Not after my baby brother killed our mother. I just want you to know that!"

She dropped my chin where I kept my face turned away from her hearing Sansa coming back into the room with my boots like I asked. "I got the boots like you asked. Hello, your grace." She curtsies to her with a small smile.

"Such a sweet sister, little dove. I'll see you both later." Cersei exited the room without another word.

Running my fingers through my hair felt my heartbeat picking up and my chest tightening. "By the old gods and the new, is Tyrion the only normal Lannister in the family I'm about to marry into?" The next few hours seemed to go by so fast but maybe that is what it is supposed to do when your life is changed forever. Brushing my fingers over the long wedding dress it was white with gray scattered about it. Shrugging on a light clock Sansa had designed a direwolf head on the back of it for me.

Sansa was finishing putting some of my hair up into a crown on my head leaving the rest of it loose before someone knocked on the door. "Cadence, I have good news. I've been searching through the library and I finally found a book on dragons. Now I'm not sure if you are fluent in Valyrian. But there are pages that don't have it."

"Thank you, Tyrion. This is incredible." A huge grin crossed my face, taking the book from his hands in excitement flipping through the pages faster than I had probably any other book.

Sansa raised a brow holding the hairbrush in her hands. A little taken back by my excitement. A few minutes ago I was moping around like a child not wanting to go to bed. "What's so exciting about that book, Cadence?"

"Because it tells about the history of the Targaryens. They're my fam - uh I just found their family interesting is all. And Tyrion was kind enough to find me thi." Spinning around in the chair to face her, my eyes beaming with joy. "Do you speak Valyrian? I would really appreciate a teacher that isn't a septon."

The youngest Lannister smiled as he spoke something in the foreign tongue to both Sansa and I. "Mirrī puñila, riñnykeā cadence."

"I'm sorry but what does that mean?" I asked not expecting him to immediately start speaking the language to me.

He rests hand over mine that was holding the book turning to a page folded inside. I unfolded it and saw some translations of the language in the writing I could understand. "It means I am a little rusty, my lady. That paper has some of the more common terms. I wrote them down seeing that you could practice. Maybe someday you and I can write in the tongue."

"I'd like that very much. Nyke hope....naejot gūrēñagon." I stuttered out attempting to read the words he had written on the page. But it didn't sound right coming from my lips.

"Gūrēñagon isse jēda ao jāhor." (Learn in time you will) He smiled replying back in the tongue until someone knocked on the door so he went and opened it showing us our father.

He slowly entered the room and I slumped my shoulders in defeat watching his cane hit the floor. He had to put most of his weight on the wooden stick. He paused in his step focusing his soft gaze on me. "I'd like to speak with my daughter alone please." Tyrion and Sansa left without another word where I sat the book on the table closing it softly. "You look beautiful, my little dragon."

"I don't think I'm ready, father." I breathed out twiddling my thumbs together in my lap.

"What do you have there, honey?" He asked, noticing the dusty old book Tyrion had given me.

Turning my attention back down to the book I opened it to one of the pages seeing the word Dracarys with multiple question marks beside it. Tyrion said he was rusty at this language but it must be something important or powerful. "Tyrion brought it to me. I told him I was interested in history. But he doesn't know the - our secret. I'm just scared that I'm going to have to hide who I really am for the rest of my life. The queen almost caught me earlier. It won't be long before someone realizes that this is odd." Gripping the part of my hair where the white tips met up with the brown dyed top.

"There's something you should know about the Baratheon children. They are actually Jai-" My father cuts himself off hearing a loud knock on the door meaning that it was time for the wedding ceremony.

Looping my arm through my father's, he intertwined our hands together. We walked through the hallway until we watched two large doors open and at the end of a long isle stood my soon to be husband. "No matter how he treats you, little dragon. Just remember I'll always love you, Cadence Lynesse Stark Targaryen."

"I'll always love you too, Eddard Stark. My chosen father." I mumbled under my breath seeing that we had reached the septon and Jaime. He was wearing a dark red tunic and some even darker red trousers. The long blonde hair all neat which actually weirded me out considering I was used to seeing it a little tousled around.

"Who gives the bride on this day?" The septon asked, looking between the three of us.

My father squeezed my hand briefly placing it in Jaime's open right hand. His eyes focused on mine rather than on anyone else. "Her father, Eddard Stark. Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King." He stepped away standing beside my two sisters who both silently watched.

Shifting my eyes up to Jaime, he was glancing behind me so I slowly turned my head seeing a much older man with white hair. He sternly watched us with almost no expression on his face. "It's my father. He came here to watch this. The day I become his heir again...don't worry my offer still stands. I won't leave you here."

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept spoke softly. Jaime squeezed my hand before unlinking our hands so he could take off the red cloak with a golden lion banner on the back of it. Closing my eyes briefly, his hands placing it over the wolf where I didn't open my eyes until the septon spoke up. Wrapping a white ribbon around our intertwined hands. "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

Turning to directly face Jaime I caught sight of his green eyes pouring into mine. Biting my lip there was something about the way he looked at me now. The other day he was teasing me and we were sword fighting one another being so serious and closed off. Yet now his eyes held a more soft and almost comforting presence about them, it was a relief to see it even for a moment. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days."

The septon untied the ribbon allowing Jaime to cup my face in his hands and I felt myself lean into him a little. He leans down gently pressing his lips onto mine. My whole body stiffened at first until I let my shoulders drop rather enjoying it. Moving my hands up onto his shoulders he broke the kiss before it got too deep whispering as he rested his forehead against mine. "Will you come riding into battle with me, Cadence?"

"Y-yes." Was the best reply I could give him, still consumed in the kiss. The desire to keep kissing him again but at the same time I could feel some glaring their eyes into the back of my head which most likely was the queen.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[jxngh]

Hi can you write a smut + fluff with Namjoon?

Where Namjoon is an idol and the reader is a simple, ordinary girl from a different culture and race (I am from India so, want to read something with an international reader) both of them love each other dearly, but the reader is holding herself back because Namjoon is an idol and she doesn't belong from the same culture as Namjoon. So, the reader distances herself from Namjoon but, he tries to persuade her. After this, it's upto you how you end it. I know it sounds cliche, but still 🥺 I'll love you if you could write this ❤

hello!! thank you for requesting <33 here's your request, hope y'all enjoy ✨

you loved your boyfriend so much. he loved you back. that was why you left your country and started to live with him. you loved the minimalistic side of the city which made you visit here too often, but he was the reason you stayed.

the culture was so different than yours. his idol life was too different to an ordinary girl. at the beginning you didn't see these as a problem. but after some meetings with his friends and some of the family members you thought that you're a little too much different. and you had an idea that he could be better with a Korean girl.

you weren't holding yourself back on purpose. everytime you get closer to him you felt like 'am i suitable for him? ' and he noticed something's bothering you, he was the most caring boyfriend, how would he miss? plus you've been finding excuses to not meet with him. giving yourself time to think.

you ditched him 3 times with an 'i'm feeling kinda sick' excuse, he was busy so it's been 2 whole weeks you didn't see each other. after the third time he showed up at your door, holding your favorite dessert in a box. he knew how anorexic you get when you're sick. you felt the guiltiness all over your chest. he looked so worried and you...ugh.

"hey baby, i wanted to come check if you're better. i missed my pretty girlfriend." he said before leaving a small kiss to your cheek. you missed him so much. then he came inside, left the box and got you in his arms. your face was on his chest, inhaling his smell.

"joon, thank you." you said but your voice was clearly showing that you're sad.

"oh, are you in pain or something? where's your medicine?" he said looking at your sad expression. he was so caring and you had no rights to make him worried.

"no...baby ugh i...i'm not sick.i just needed some time to myself... to think." you managed to say. he looked curious and cupped your cheeks. "think? think what? tell me baby."

"joon...i was thinking that...uhmm... we're so different... and i can't help but thinking if you'd be more...happy with a girl who can understand you better..." you said not being able to look directly in his eyes till you're finished, playing the neck of his tee.

his dragon eyes went bigger and he looked at you like he didn't understand. "uhmm, what?" he said and continued "what made you think that i could be happier with someone else?" he said with a heartbreaking tone. you felt the sadness spreading on your chest.

"i, i just...don't know joon." you whispered sadly and looked up to him. he stopped holding your face and stand right in front of you. his face was showing that you hurt him. "no no joonie don't get me wrong.i still love you like the first day and even more." you said holding his big hand. his eyes shined after your words and pulled you to a long kiss. making your mind go numb and your stomach fill with butterflies.

"you're the one __. i don't want anybody else." he pulled your waist and lead you to your room, giving you unsteady kisses. to your lips, your neck, your jawline, anywhere he can reach. "nobody can make me happier." then he placed you on your bed, removed his tee in a second, showed you his toned tan body and took your breath away. you gulped and looked up with pink cheeks. your heart fluttered when your mind repeated his words.

he removed your top and started leaving kisses and licks to your upper body while he's taking your bra out. you were feeling the wetness building on your core. "nobody looks this pretty to my eyes." and pulled you to a deep kiss, making you feel full of love. at the same time he removed your pants and underwear, after that he quickly got rid of his ones too. then he squeezed your ass, pulled you closer to him.

he rubbed himself to your core and said "nobody makes me this hard." before sucking the sweet spot under your ear, hands traveling your body, making you moan under him. "gonna show you babe." he said with a low voice and pushed himself into your walls after a few pumps. you mewled at how big he is inside you, sending your head back with pleasure. he moved faster, made you hold on your bedsheets then he slowed down and hit deeper in you, making you scream by repeating it. then he took your lips to a kiss, sucked your lips and with a groan he sucked your tongue. "nobody tastes this good...mmmh baby o-ohh" he moaned to your skin. then he pumped himself to you in a brutal pace "a-ahh joon hmph y-you're so b-big." you whimpered, holding the bedsheets tighter than ever and sucked lovemarks to his neck.

when he held your legs and pushed them to you, you couldn't wait any longer and came all around him, screaming cry. he slowed his pace then slammed into you without stopping. "nobody feels this good." you were feeling too much, too hot, too wet and you felt your second orgasm coming. "j-joon t-too m-much ahhh" you moaned, eyes getting teary. when you're having your second orgasm he spurted his hot cum deep inside you, still giving you lazy thrusts before he kissed your swollen lips. then he held your chin and made you look at him between his kisses.

"turn around baby, gonna make you cum on my dick countless times tonight. you'll have no doubts."

.·´ requests are open don't be shy!

[system-contact]

To be fair, hey, it's not the first time Fei has had to drop himself out of the cockpit like a sack of potatoes. Jeez, this probably isn't even the worst shape he's done it in either. But it is admittedly the first time he's looked down and seen... "Huh?"

Yeah, okay, that view is gonna take a second or two to register fully. Claws, scales, snout, horns, big red mane, all fast becoming closer from where just a moment ago there had been the strange redhead calling for him. That... didn't just happen, did it? No way. Oh. Oh no. Instinct and very much knowing what a dragon is kicks in. "W-wait," Fei quickly tries to stop himself and redirect, all futile on the very wet metal of Weltall's hand, "wait, nono, crap—"

Too late. "Aaaaagh!" He feels his weight find purchase on the draconic form reaching out for him, and in an instant every part of him looks ready to spring into action like a wild hare— as much honed skill as instinct, despite the now very obvious bruising on his face and arm, and the dissipating dizziness in his eyes.

But... okay. The other shoe had to drop sometime, right? Yet contrary to literally every other dragon he's met— mostly while being on the wrong end of some teeth— this one does not try to immediately eat him. It's also very red, he's never seen a red dragon. And it's very... expressive?

There's a small beat. Then the shock teeters off enough for him to make words again. "I... what? Are...?" Fei jerks back a little, eyes wide and bright, before he catches up to the fact that said dragon had actually talked to him— something dragons definitely do not regularly do— and did so relatively kindly.

"W-w-wait... you? You... talk? W-Who are you? What are you? Where... where am I?" He manages to get the questions out between trying to catch his breath and look around for any landmark or familiar face.

Teddy can't help but watch in awe, confusion, and deep concern as this young man hauls himself shakily out of his mech, groaning like he's been punched in the stomach. But, much akin to how Fei is currently thinking, that he's groaning and in pain means he's not dead, and that's a plus. Hopefully. If he's not a hostile.

He seems confused, though, just as much so as Teddy, and painfully young, barely out of is teens. Teddy, of course, finds this appalling on principle, that he's a kid piloting a mech, and when Fei finally locks eyes with him, he's met with a look of stern fatherly concern, his hands on his hips, trying his damnedest to hide the fact that he's far more worried and confused than he's letting on.

Fei admits he's not good, actually, and he comes over to help. The mecha is huge, but luckily for Teddy, he can also be huge, and after he closes the gap between himself and the hulking machine, he shifts up into a far more practical and useful form, standing up on his hind legs to try and help catch Fei so he doesn't eat shit on the way down. "C'mon, now, no need to act all tough. Here, I've got'cha."

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#6)

Summary: Jungkook visits Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre:, smut

Word count: 3k

Warnings: masturbation, handcuffs, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving) facial, unprotected sex, fingering,

Notes: Here’s a lil something something. Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

Taglist: @seagulljk @fancycollectormoon @justinetingball © taestefully-in-luv

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“What do you mean you missed your connecting flight?” you take your phone off speaker and bring it to your ear. “Jungkook…you’re joking right?”

“Babe…I wish I was joking.” He says into the phone, “But at this rate I won’t get there until tomorrow. And that’s if the weather chills out…”

“But you’re supposed to be here now…” you whine theatrically to lighten the mood but truth is, you’re sad. You’re fucking sad.

It’s been close to 4 months that you’ve gone without seeing your boyfriend and it’s killing you. He was supposed to come last month but something important came up at his job and now this? Why doesn’t the universe want you to reunite with your love?! “y/n.” Jungkook says your name so softly it has you getting teary eyed. “If the storm doesn’t let up…”

“Don’t tell me things I don’t want to hear.”

“Baby—” Suddenly there’s knocking on your door, interrupting Jungkook. “Who’s that?” Jungkook asks, curious.

“My neighbor said she was going to bring me some left overs today, it’s probably her.”

“Save some for me.” You can hear the pout in Jungkook’s voice.

Then the knocking continues, you rise from your bed and make your way to the door.

“Let me call you back baby.” You say, disappointment laced in your voice. “Give me like 5 minutes.”

“I’ll be here bored as fuck.” Jungkook cries into the phone, “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more,”

You bring the phone down and end the call as you near you front door. The banging continues and you roll your eyes, your neighbor is persistent. You swing the door open when you are met with quite the view.

“Do you love me more though? Because I’m pretty sure I love you more.” Jungkook stands on the other side, opening his arms wide for you to hug him. He’s a got a huge bunny grin on his face, you stand here shocked but once it finally wears off you’re jumping into his arms.

“What the hell Jeon!!!!” You hug him tightly, your face buried in his chest. Jungkook laughs loudly making you giggle yourself.

“Surprise.” Jungkook pulls back, his hands still on your waist. “Before you hit me let me kiss you.” He smirks down at you and you roll your eyes and lean up to find his lips.

Finally, after months of waiting, months of text and calls, months of longing, he is finally here. And his lips have never tasted sweeter.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” Jungkook whispers against your lips, “Been so lonely without you.” He admits.

You lean away and offer him a sad smile, “Let’s get inside.”

You two walk inside your small, cozy apartment. Jungkook’s hands never leave your body as you make your way to the living room.

“You’re so pretty.” Jungkook leans down until his lips are on your neck, he kisses your skin over and over until he stops and just breathe you in. He releases a shaky breathes in return, making you alert.

“You okay babe?” you whisper.

“I just…” Jungkook takes a second, his face still buried in your neck, “Fuck.” He sniffles, “I just missed you so much.”

“I missed you too…” you begin rubbing his back soothingly. “But we’re together now.”

“Only for a week.” He says, disappointed. “I need you every day for the rest of my life.” You feel something wet drop on your neck…is Jungkook…crying?

“Baby…” you start to get teary eyed yourself, feeling emotional all of the sudden. “I love you.”

Jungkook squeezes your body into his, his hug tight and secure. He sniffles into your neck repeatedly as he sways both of your bodies side to side.

“I love you more.” He cries. “This isn’t easy at all.” He chokes out. “I don’t even want to imagine when I leave and have to say goodbye all over again.”

“Don’t think about that...” you continue to rub his back. “Let’s make the most of our time together.” You let tears bubble over and fall as you speak. You know how hard it’s been on him…it’s been hard on you too but Jungkook is a little more sensitive.

“Yeah,” he lifts his head and offers you his signature smile. “Let’s enjoy our time together.”

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“Japan is fucking awesome.” Jungkook says as he slurps up his ramen, the noodles pushing past his lips. “I see why you moved here.”

“This is your third bowl…aren’t you full?” you chuckle, “And it is pretty sweet.”

“After this let’s walk around Shinjuku, I want to do some shopping.” Jungkook says with his mouth full.

“Perfect.” You grin at your boyfriend, your empty bowl out in front of you. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Wanna get the guys something.” He says, “Small stuff. They have to fit in my suitcase.”

“Good thinking.”

You and Jungkook finish up your food and head towards the trains, making your way towards Shinjuku, one of Tokyo’s largest shopping and entertainment districts.

Jungkook is wide eyed, starry eyed, and all things impressed as he walks through. He stops in many different shops, pulling you along as he finds things he wants to get the guys. You feel your heart swell watching him enjoy himself.

“Those are cute.” You hear Jungkook say, you follow his eyes to a pair of pink, heart shaped handcuffs in a shops window.

“I guess?”

“Let’s buy them.” He takes your hand and drags you towards the shop.

“Why—“

But you’re cut off with just a look, Jungkook is glancing behind his shoulder to you…a devilish smirk on his face.

“Oh.” You squeeze his hand and stop him from walking any further. You pull him into you as you lean up and whisper in his ear.

“You realize you’re the one getting cuffed right?”

“Oh baby, that’s what I am hoping for.”

~~~~~~

“What did I say Jungkook?” You tower over him, your hands on your hips as you stare down at his leaking cock. “Huh?”

“That—That I’m not allowed to cum…” He whines, his breaths are heavy and his cock is twitching from his recent orgasm.

“And what did you do?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry y/n…”

“I asked ‘What did you do?’” You smirk down at him, licking your dry lips.

“I …I came.” His brows are scrunched together, and his big submissive eyes look at you with such a pleading expression, further motivating you to torture your poor boyfriend.

“You disobeyed me, didn’t you? I specifically told you that you weren’t allowed to cum…” you playfully jut your bottom lip out, “But you didn’t listen.”

Jungkook is sitting on your sofa, his legs spread apart as he has his dripping member in his hand. You were giving him a little sexy performance allowing him to touch himself but he wasn’t allowed to cum. Jungkook stroked his dick over and over and not thinking of the consequences, he came all over his hand and lower abdomen…his cum sticky against his sweaty skin.

“You know what this means, right?” you saunter closer to him, your bra straps hanging off your shoulders and your thong tight around your hips. “I get to punish you.” You say as slowly as possible, letting each word drip from your lips.

“H-How?”

“You wanted to cum so bad, right? I’ll make sure you never stop. And you aren’t allowed to touch me. Or yourself.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, knowing exactly where this is going…he slowly closes his eyes as a smile spreads across his face.

“Whatever you say baby.” He nods his head in agreement. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I want you to start touching yourself again—”

“But—but I just came…” His big doe eyes stare up at you and you scoff.

“I said I want you to start touching yourself again. I want it to be quick too. Try to get yourself to cum in only a couple minutes. Can you do that for me?”

“B-Babe…” he hesitantly starts running his fingers up his sensitive length, “Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he grips his cock tighter and starts stroking faster.

“Good boy.” You lean down and kiss the side of his neck. “I’ll be right back. You better keep going.” You warn softly, “I’ll know if you stopped. I better hear you.”

Jungkook nods his head as he starts whining, soft moans leaving his parted lips. You head to your bedroom and find the baggy that holds the pink handcuffs you two just purchased just the other day. You hear Jungkook quietly groaning as he gets himself off.

“Louder baby.” You yell out, “Want to hear you loud and clear.”

Jungkook starts releasing higher pitched moans as he cries out in pleasure, his cock so fucking swollen.

You walk back into the living room, the handcuffs in hand. You make your way to where Jungkook is, he’s got his head thrown back, his legs spread wide and his cock being ferociously stroked.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” You command, “Now.”

Jungkook lifts his head from the sofa and gazes at you, you can tell by his stare alone that he’s close. He wants to cum.

“Close?” you whisper, swinging the handcuffs in circles, the rattle echoing in Jungkook’s ears.

“Yes.” He squeezes his cock harder, and moves his hand at a faster pace than before, he rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he’s about to cum.

“Stop.” You raise your voice, “Take your hands off yourself.” Immediately Jungkook’s eyes shoot open in panic, there’s no way you’re going to rip this orgasm from him.

“Baby I said stop.” You command again. Jungkook pinches his brows together in frustration, his hand leaving his aching cock. He breathes out roughly, his chest heaving and he whimpers when he no longer feels the pleasure that was getting so built up.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Jungkook slams his eyes shut, he keeps his hands to his sides, his throbbing cock begging to be touched again.

“Good.” Your evil smirk grows on your face, “Now sit up so I can cuff your pretty wrists.”

Jungkook groans loudly as he sits up for you, you lean forward and cuff one wrist at a time.

“Remember your safe word?”

Jungkook nods frantically, his eyes gazing so intensely in yours.

“Repeat it for me, baby.”

“Dragon.”

“Remember, it’s okay to tell me if it’s too much.” You reach down to stroke his cheek, “But try to handle as much as you can.”

“Yes.”

You stand between his legs and drop to your knees, his dick standing tall waiting, begging, longing to be touched. You take his member in your small hand and guide it towards your lips. Jungkook whimpers when he feels the tip of his cock entering your warm, wet mouth. You push his cock further between your lips, your tongue flat against it as you take him deeper. You keep pushing forward until your nose is bumping into his lower abdomen, you’ve taken his big dick all the way down your throat and he couldn’t be more pleased.

You slowly ease his cock back out, until just the tip is left and you start sucking on it, your tongue running circles over his head. Jungkook’s eyes roll so far back into his head as you explore his cock with your tongue. You pop his cock out, and hold it out in front of you. You make eye contact with him and he moans out, urging you to continue. You lean forward and lick his cock from bottom to top, your tongue sliding against his skin.

“Please more.” Jungkook begs, slamming his eyes shut. “Please, please, please.”

You smile up at him and take his cock into your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down quickly, getting him riled up. You suck on his aching member, making him lose control above you.

“Ahhhhhh fuuuucccckkk.” He cries out. “I wanna cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum.” He begins chanting. His eyes now open and staring down at you as you choke on his length.

You hollow your cheeks and suck harder, faster making him tense all the muscles in his body.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” he wishes his hands were in your hair, he wishes so badly he could touch you.

You feel him tense when he’s releasing a long whine between his pretty, pink lips. His cum shoots down your throat in thick ropes, you swallow it as it slides down. You suck particularly hard and continue to move your mouth on him faster.

“Baby.” He cries out, “Slow down,” he begs, “Too much.”

You don’t stop though, you continue to suck on him, your hand stroking his dick at the same time and he winces at the sensitivity.

“Fuck!” He whimpers, “Holy fuck.”

You squeeze your hand around his sensitive, throbbing cock and he struggles to sit still. He’s going crazy, the pain turning into pleasure once more but the tension is already so built up that he’s sure he’s going to fucking explode in your mouth again.

“Holy fuck y/n…I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, “So close.”

You release his cock from your mouth but your hand continues to stroke him rather quickly, you pay extra mind to squeezing around his tip.

“Cum on my face.” You order and Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise. He’s quick to nod his head in excitement though. “Want all your cum… everywhere.” Your other hand drags your bra down until your breasts are bouncing out. “My tits too.” You say.

“Fuck.” Jungkook rolls his head back, “You’re so perfect.” He feels his orgasm approaching even faster now, your hand not letting up.

“Cum for me baby.” You tell him and he does. His cum spurts out of his swollen cock, shooting all over your face, his cum dripping down your lips, your eyes, your nose. You point his cock in the direction of your breasts and his cum drips down your tits, covering them in his heated release.

“Good job.” You say, your free hands goes to gather some of his cum…you put your sticky fingers in your mouth, cleaning yourself up. Jungkook just watches with bated breaths, his chest is fucking heaving. You stand up and crawl into his lap and give him a dirty kiss.

“Taste yourself, my love.” You slip your tongue into his mouth and he sloppily accepts, his tongue dancing roughly with yours. You lean away and grin at him.

“You aren’t done coming.” You reach down and slide your panties to the side, your other hand reaching for his sensitive dick. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re about to do.

“I don’t know if I can cum again…” he admits shyly.

“You can and you will.” You line up his member to your hole, sinking down on to him making him gasp out. Your cunt is so warm and so tight and so fucking wet.

“Fuuuuucckk.” He draws out the word in a long moan. “Holy fucking shit y/n.” he breathes out roughly.

“Your cock belongs to me.” You whisper into his ear and goosebumps rise on his skin. You lift yourself off his cock and slam back down, you repeat these motions over and over until Jungkook is visibly getting watery eyes.

“Too much.” He cries out, “Hurts.” He says.

“Take it baby, I know you can handle it.” You start bouncing on his cock faster, your thighs are fucking burning.

Jungkook slams his eyes shut, and bites down on his bottom lip. He’s fucking going insane, he’s so god damn sensitive that it truly aches. He’s moving his body around, struggling in his cuffs. He yearns to touch you. To have you slow down, but he can’t and you won’t.

“I love fucking this cock.” You clench around it making Jungkook cry out even more, the pain is finally easing into something pleasurable again. He hates how close he is, he hates how he wants to cum again.

“Fuck. I want you cum in your pussy so bad.” He grits out and you smirk.

“Beg.” You hold on to his shoulders as you fuck his cock, your hips grinding into his so fucking smoothly.

“Please let me cum inside you baby, please. I’ve been so good.” He whimpers, he feels his orgasm coming.

“You have been, my love.” You roll your hips into his again and he gasps out.

“Ride my cock baby please, faster.” He begs, his voice hoarse. You nod your head and start bouncing on his cock faster, he throws his head back as he goes fucking still. He starts coming inside you, his body shaking at this point. He’s so overwhelmed and sensitive. You start slowing down and lift yourself off his length, his cum dripping down your used pussy.

Jungkook is beyond out of breath, his skin glistening with sweat.

“Holy fuck babe.” He gasps, “I’m fucking dead.”

You can’t help but chuckle, you reach for his wrists and take the cuffs off him, throwing them to the side. Now with freed hands, Jungkook is quick to grab you by the hips and pull you in for a long, heated kiss. His tongue exploring past your lips, you moan at his urgency. He flips you over so you are laying on the sofa and he hovers above you.

“Your turn to cum.” He teases, his fingers shoving themselves in your hole. “And baby, I hope you get used to the feeling because you’ll be experiencing it a lot.”

[archonoftears]

info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work. 

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that. 

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.” 

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed. 

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking. 

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?” 

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs. 

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck. 

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…” 

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.” 

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up  with you, while walking towards two approaching figures. 

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”