#Raven: I will climb you and claim you—

[gomzdrawfr]

Well…it was only time before I throw Raven into the mix

[ducksido]

Could I perhaps request headcanons or scenario (whichever works best) for female reader and malleus where its after graduation and they've just recently married and are living it up though unfortunately not everyone approves of reader "tainting" the draconian bloodline and reader is hurt by someone trying to erase her from the picture

Thanks!

Setting: You and Malleus have recently married after graduating from Night Raven College. As the new queen of Briar Valley, you're adapting to your new role with grace and patience. Yet, not all are pleased with your union. Whispers run deep among ancient noble bloodlines — some even dare to call you a stain. One of them goes too far.

Married Life with Malleus

Briar Valley is quieter than NRC, but filled with magic and nature. The castle is old, dignified, and now brimming with the warmth of your presence — paintings of you together, your laughter echoing in the halls, and a garden you insisted on planting with your own hands.

Malleus is... happy. Truly happy. His eyes often drift to your wedding ring, his clawed thumb rubbing over it absentmindedly when you're not near.

He's overjoyed to share his world with you — inviting you to cultural festivals, showing you the ancestral library, and dancing with you beneath glowing will-o’-the-wisps late at night in the courtyard.

You’re treated like royalty, but some of the nobility? They’re another story.

The Dagger in the Dark

You’re attending a formal diplomatic event alone — Malleus was delayed by a meeting with the council of elders.

A distant relative of the Draconia bloodline (a powerful, bitter pureblood) approaches. They’re dressed in tradition, face like carved marble, words coated in venom.

“You’ve climbed high for a girl with no horns or royal magic,” they say coolly. “But even gold gilded to mud flakes eventually. You are not one of us, and you never will be.”

You try to maintain dignity. You’ve been trained in etiquette. But then they do something worse.

A photograph — your wedding portrait — sits framed in the gallery. They strike a spell at it when you’re not looking. When you turn back, your image is gone, scorched out. Only Malleus remains.

That... breaks you.

His Rage, Your Worth

Malleus finds you in your shared chambers later, your hands trembling as you clutch the ruined frame, tears running silently down your cheeks. You hadn’t cried openly — but he sees everything.

"Who did this?" His voice is low. Dangerous. The torches in the room flicker unnaturally.

You hesitate. You don’t want to cause trouble, but the silence hurts more than the insult.

When you finally tell him, he goes still. The fury doesn’t roar — it coils coldly, powerfully.

“They tried to erase you,” he says, kneeling before you, cupping your face. “My wife. My queen. My heart.” “You are not a stain, Y/N. You are the only light that ever reached this castle.”

That night, the court is shaken. Malleus does not harm the offender physically — no, he does something worse. With ancient magic and political elegance, he strips them of title, banishes them from the royal grounds, and publicly declares you the protector of legacy and future of Briar Valley.

Healing and Home

The next morning, a new portrait hangs in the gallery: you and Malleus, mid-laugh, in the garden you both planted.

He begins teaching you old Draconian spells — claiming no bloodline is more powerful than chosen love.

“Let them speak of tainting the bloodline,” he says one night, arms around your waist, head buried in your neck. “Because love like ours is a magic no crown has ever held.”

Notes:

You and Malleus go on to become one of the most respected monarch pairs in Briar Valley’s history.

That photo? It’s restored. Malleus personally repainted your face using a blend of memory magic and old ink from the royal archives.

The nobles learn quickly: Malleus Draconia may be king, but he bows to his queen willingly. And he expects others to do the same.

[3leafhover]

kwn x blk fem reader

"Stay still baby."

Shit, you were trying. It wasn't exactly easy when the pad of her finger was rubbing your clit in circles. The stimulation caused you to uncontrollably squirm on her lap, hips rolling against her.

You choked out every guttural moan through plump lips, permanently agape.

It was s'posed to be another one of those movie nights─ real cozy and intimate, room warmly dim to perfection, and a couple on the couch.

Doing everything but paying attention to the flatscreen, now black.

First it started off with sensual touches that didn't go unnoticed, then it was making out, now your back was to her chest. Y'know..

Her other hand was busy- index finger and thumb toying with the small, erect, mound on your areola.

The warmth of her wet tongue dragged lazily along your neck, leaving a trail of fire in it's wake. Lips planting firmly around a sensitive spot, suctioning your skin with the right amount of pressure.

Marking her territory.

"Mmph─" you breath hitched, "shit."

Her lips traveled up to your ear, speaking directly into it.

"You like that don't you?"

Her voice was made of pure silk, every word snaking around your naked frame.

The sound sent a thrill up your spine.

Your response was frail, faint.

"Uh huh."

Your walls pulsated around nothing, just leaking.

She hadn't even stuck her fingers in yet.

But she could feel it.

"Wet for me already?"

Two of her digits crept lower, until they were submerged in your essence. Only for a split sec before they pulled away, a glistening string of arousal following.

She tasted you, tongue darting across her lips.

It was subtle─ a vibrational chuckle that sounded like amazement.

"I barely did anything."

You hummed, lackadaisically. Head resting on her shoulder. Vision drifting in and out.

She was doing a lot without even trying.

"Needa feel more" she paused, her breath hitting your neck and making the thinnest hairs stand up, "you want that?"

"Y-yeah" you stuttered as her hand began to fondle your breast.

Her favorite part of your body.

"Lay down and spread baby."

Your heart skipped a beat at the pure lust enriched in her demand.

Somehow you pulled it together and slowly climbed off her lap, hissing as a sharp smack was delivered to your ass cheek. The bouncy jiggle of flesh made her bite her lip.

You scooted down to the end of the cushion, thighs spreading, legs bent, ankles to your ear.

She stood up, cooly.

Every movement was effortless, never had to force it. She oozed sex appeal, so suave in everything she did.

The depths of her orbs pierced into yours as she took a few steps, before lowering to her knees.

Face to cunt.

Her hands claimed your inner thighs, applying just enough pressure to ground you.

It was a struggle to maintain eye contact with this literal demon─ seeing nothing but dark mischief.

The corner of her lip curved at your timid expression.

Cute.

Her long tongue rolled out, before licking a stripe up your pussy that had you mewling.

Not even a second passed before her lips attached to your soaked folds, flesh slipping between her lips, juices being slurped into her mouth.

A guttural moan blessed her ears, straight from the core.

"Uuhhn!"

Your lashes fluttered as she passionately french-kissed your pussy.

Satisfying a ravenous appetite.

"F─fuuuck!"

Unsteady breathing, chest heaving, heart thumping.

Legs shaking already.

But she could be here for hours if need be it.

And you wouldn't complain.

[bumblesimagines]

Bundles of Joy, Bundles of Anger

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Upon becoming man-grown, Jace was wed to his mother's cousin, the daughter of Daemon Targaryen. Months later, the war breaks out and surprising news of his child being born reaches him soon after returning to Dragonstone to say his final goodbyes to Luke.

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, arranged marriage trope, Targcest (Cousins)

so short I do not know why my F!Reader stuff ends up being short

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A million thoughts raced through Jace's head as Vermax descended through the clouds and the ancient castle of Runestone came into view, nestled by the water and essentially isolated by the rural landscape expanding in nearly all directions. His heart raced faster than his mind and his orders for Vermax twisted on his tongue but his dragon nonetheless understood the urgency in his tone and tucked his wings closer toward his body, plunging the both of them toward the ground at a higher speed before expanding them once more and gliding closely over the vibrant grass. 

It'd only been two days since Jace received the shocking news flown in by raven revealing his lady-wife, Princess (Y/N), had given birth to his child a month prior. The surprise on his face had no doubt been comical when Maester Gerardys awkwardly read the contents of the letter at the meeting and remained standing in silence as Rhaenyra and everyone else took in the startling news. 

There'd been no word from Runestone, not since (Y/N) had sent a letter detailing an illness to explain her absence from attending alongside them while the claim to Driftmark was disputed. At the time, Jace had shrugged it off and dismissed Baela's insistence that he tend to his wife. They hardly enjoyed each other's company so he saw no use in visiting her and causing her further strife, but now as he watched Runestone grow closer and closer, he kicked himself for not heeding Baela's words. 

Their presence roused the dragon sleeping near the castle and the shriek from her forced Vermax to slow down. His dragon responded to the call and diverted course toward her, flapping his wings until his speed slowed further. He landed near the she-dragon and lowered himself onto the ground with a quiet chirp. Jace carefully climbed down and landed firmly on his feet, instinctively tugging off his riding gloves and eyeing the bemused she-dragon who seemed half-tempted to burn them both.

"Sagon gīda, Starlight," Jace called, swallowing down the fear that bubbled in him as he began walking toward the path she conveniently rested beside. Starlight huffed a cloud of smoke at him and squinted her emerald eyes at him, her head following him until he reached the gates of Runestone. 

"Prince Jacaerys," An older man he recognized as Gerold Royce greeted him when the gates opened, bending at the waist. "Our Princess of Runestone has been expecting your arrival, My Prince. She awaits you in the nursery. Come this way, if you please."

The nursery.

Jace nearly stumbled over his feet at those mere words, luckily catching himself before he made a fool of himself before men who eyed him with disdain. He knew of the Royce's dislike for Daemon Targaryen (especially after the supposed murder of Rhea Royce) but he never expected it to extend to his family and himself. Still, he kept his head held eye and one hand on the hilt of his sword as he followed Gerold into the castle. 

"I was not aware of Princess (Y/N)'s... condition."

Gerold glanced back at him. "We know." 

A familiar rush of anger spread through him like spilled water. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. "Why was I not informed sooner? I may be young but I am no fool; I know pregnancies may last up to eight or nine moons." He tried restraining his simmering anger. He knew very well how loyal the man was to his blood. 

"Our Lady desired a peaceful pregnancy, My Prince. She did not wish to be disturbed or bothered during such delicate times." Gerold explained simply and Jace allowed himself a brief scowl before he wiped it off his face once they came upon a guarded door. 

Stepping inside, Jace's eyes were instantly drawn to the crib in the center of the room and then to his wife seated near it. She looked away from the crib at their presence and sighed quietly, sipping the last of her tea before she set it aside and rose. (Y/N) exhaled deeply, her nose crinkling and her hand pressing near her back to massage the flesh. Jace spared Gerold a glance and walked forward toward her, extending an arm to offer his support but she stopped him and waved him off. 

"You may leave us, Cousin. Thank you." She told the older man, offering him a brief genuine smile that promptly disappeared when he left. 

Jace finally noted her appearance up close. She looked exhausted, as was usual of mothers after labor. The bags under her (E/C) eyes were noticeable through her powdered skin and she'd discarded her usual dresses for a simple thing gown that showed her belly still full from the pregnancy. He knew from his time in the Keep that most women differentiated from each other; some, like Dowager Queen Alicent, were able to lose the weight gained during pregnancy fairly quickly whilst others, like his mother, retained it for some time.

A gurgled coo brought his attention down toward the crib and he finally looked upon the baby. "Oh.." He shakily whispered when he noticed the head full of brown hair with silver streaks through it, strands that curled subtly at the ends just as his once did before he got older. Small, frail, and so beautiful. His child. His. He hummed forcibly when tears abruptly sprang to his eyes. "What- What is their name?"

"His name is Valerion."

"A boy?" Jace breathlessly questioned, his head snapping back toward her with widened eyes. "A- A son?" An heir.

He looked back at the little being happily dozing and his heart twisted into itself, cautious steps bringing him closer to the crib. He reached out tentatively and carefully took him into his arms. Valerion stirred in the golden bundle he'd been wrapped into and parted his eyes to peer up at him, blinking sleepily and sighing before his eyes closed again to doze off. Jace chuckled and leaned down, nuzzling his nose against Valerion's forehead. 

"Your grandmother will be pleased." He whispered and drew back, carefully bouncing his arms as he'd once seen his mother do with Joffery. "A perfect little dragon. You shall be given an egg soon enough. Silverwing has recently laid a clutch and one shall be yours, little one. Once we return to Dragonstone-"

"Valerion and I will remain here in Runestone until further notice." (Y/N) cut in swiftly and his brows knitted together. "Runestone is a safe castle, Jacaerys. If the enemy comes, they will be seen before they can come close and dealt with. I am in no state to travel and neither is he at such a young age. He will see Dragonstone and the Keep after the war." 

"I cannot stay here, (Y/N). I am needed in Dragonstone to serve alongside my mother, you know this. You will heal in time, and it will be much better if you do so under the care of Maester Gerardys. He will be safe-"

(Y/N) scoffed. "Your mother was nearly slain in her own bedchambers and the Greens are merely a short flight away from the island. I will not risk my child's life, Jacaerys. It is your duty to serve on Dragonstone, it is mine to serve here. Runestone is my castle and my responsibility to protect it, just as it is my responsibility to protect my son." She spoke, tone full-on authoritative and eyes challenging. 

Jace stared at her in disbelief and grounded himself enough to delicately place Valerion back in his crib before he faced her. "Was this all part of your plan to alienate me as much as possible from my child? We have not spoken since our wedding night nearly a year ago and you remained silent on your pregnancy. I could have been here to see him enter this world. I should have been here- No, you should have been in Dragonstone." 

"You are a fool if you believe you would have been any help. You would have hovered like a bothersome fly and questioned every single thing as if you had any idea what a pregnancy is like. I remained here in Runestone with my family and I delivered a healthy boy with the help of Maester Corrad and the midwife. This child is Royce as much as he is Targaryen. If you were to pass in battle-"

"Is that what you hope?" Jace bristled as he spat words laced with accusation. "Do you wish for me to pass in battle so that you may rid yourself of this marriage? We made vows, oaths, in the name of the Seven or have you forgotten? We have duties to one another, regardless of our desires, and we are bound to each other. This child is mine as much as he is yours. He needs his father. We do not know how long this war will rage on and I will not allow him to see me as a stranger." 

(Y/N) released a sigh and lowered herself down onto the cushioned seat, resting her arms over her belly and watching him. "Then, you may visit as you have done today." She said simply and he scoffed again. "You believe because you are Crown Prince that your duties are more important than mine but if I recall only one of us currently rules and it is not you, Jacaerys. I have ruled Runestone since my flowering at the age of eleven whilst you spent your days tormenting Aemond One-Eye, being spoilt and coddled endlessly by your mother, and trailing after the Velaryon girl like a fool."

His face flushed with embarrassment and anger and he took a glance at his son to ease the bubbling emotions threatening to spill over. Jace inhaled deeply and squeezed his eyes, releasing the air and forcing his tense body to relax. He stepped forward and unclasped his sword's holster before bending his knee in front of her. He set the sword aside and reached forward to take her hands into his.

"I understand." He murmured. "I do, I truly do. I understand your concerns and- and I will try to find a compromise that will please us both. I do not wish to fight before our son but I ask of you, as your lord-husband and father of your child, to consider my side of things. I know we have been far from a happy couple and I will admit my feelings for Baela have not left entirely.. but I am willing to change. For you. For him."

[the-fiction-witch]

I Demand My Bride!

Media - House Of The Dragon (AU Kinda) Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - (Unseen) Princess Valaena Targaryen Rating - 12 Word Count - 1146

Rage. Unrelenting rage boiled beneath the surface, often leaking out through spat words and clenched fists.

The war was won, and the kingdom was at peace once more. The rightful ruler, Queen Rhaynera, sat on the throne of the kingdoms, with her King Consort, Daemon Targaryen, at her side.

The dragons rested.

The greybeards and Lord Cregan Stark had returned north.

The Hightower's flame was smothered, made to kneel and submit to their queen.

The Lannister lion’s claws were clipped, and sent to lick their wounds in Casterly Rock.

But… the Tully trout was unhappy to simply take up its pond once more.

Oscar had found himself elevated as heir after his father passed away, and soon enough, he made more of his title when Lord Hoster Tully lost his claim to this world.

Knighted in battle, he became the Lord Paramount of his lands and the Lord of his ancestral keep, sworn lord by all vassals of his lands, young and old.

Ser Oscar of House Tully, Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and all River houses, was angry.

When he first came to Harrenhal to speak with Prince Daemon, the older man turned him away, dismissing him like a common cupbearer when he refused to speak on his grandfather’s behalf.

When Oscar returned again, with his title and army, the prince begrudgingly accepted the situation they found themselves in. Oscar needed the older, feared Targaryen prince to support his authority so the old, stubborn lords of the Riverlands would bend the knee to him. Daemon, in turn, desperately needed support from the Riverlands to combat the armies of Aegon.

The two reached an understanding and an agreement.

The official deal, sworn before the old gods and the new, was that Lord Tully and all the Riverlands would pledge their support to Queen Rhaynera and Daemon as her king consort, providing men, supplies, and support. In exchange, Daemon would ensure that a lord from the Riverlands would be promoted to a seat on the queen's council, and Queen Rhaynera’s daughter, Princess Valaena Targaryen, would be wed to Oscar, granting him a royal bride and a means to have heirs for House Tully.

But the war was long over, peace and normalcy restored. After months of regaining routine, nothing had come of any River lord's position, and there was no word about Oscar’s bride.

He had simmered in Riverrun, his anger only intensifying.

His ravens returned without scrolls.

His messengers were turned away.

He felt betrayed, belittled, humiliated, and ignored.

But Oscar had lost his patience.

So he gathered up his best and most trusted men from all corners of his lands, took his best horse and marched south to the capital.

When he arrived, unsurprisingly the gold cloaks were… confused and surprised.

But Oscar stayed strong and made his way through the city, his memories of the first time he’d come here flooding back, but he ignored it and made his way to the Red Keep.

“Lord Tully? We were not expecting you, Why is it you have graced us with your visit?” Ser Broom asked,

“I will speak to Daemon.” Oscar barked as he climbed down from his horse,

“My Lord-” Ser Broom rushed to follow him, “The King consort is with the Queen.”

“Perfect. I need a word with her too.”

“My- My lord-” He rushed behind him,

But Oscar was undeterred as he marched to the throne room where he found them.

Queen Rhaynera Targaryen sat on the throne, her father’s crown rested on her head, and King Consort Daemon Targaryen stood beside her his hand on his sword.

Oscar made his way through the grand doors and marched across the throne room, his boots loudly stomping across the room, but before either royals could say a word.

“I demand my bride!” his voice boomed through the throne room followed by a sharp silence,

“My Lord Tully, we are delighted to see you again.” She nodded, “But what is it you speak of?”

“I. Demand. My. Bride.” He repeated, “I have waited. I have been ignored. I was promised the hand of the princess and even after all I have done for your throne and this kingdom. I have been left empty-handed.”

“The princess?” She asked,

“Yes my queen, when I swore allegiance to your husband. We made an arrangement and oath he has not honoured. I was promised the hand the Princess Valaena Targaryen. And after I have been ignored and disrespected for near to a year after the war’s end, I come down to claim what I was promised.”

“Daemon swore the Princess Valaena to you?”

“He did.”

“Daemon. Is this true?”

“…Words were spoken. In the preparations of war to ensure our numbers.” Daemon answered her,

“Words of Sworn hands?!”

“Of an effect.”

“Daemon. You swore the hand of my only daughter. Without a word to me?”

“It. Was. Necessary.”

“And even in this year hence you have not told me?”

“Frankly, I believed it had fallen to the weight side.” He whispered, “Most boys return home from war with maidens flocking to their boots, I was under the impression He’d have neglected our deal.”

“I did not.” Oscar spoke up, “On the understanding a princess would soon arrive to me,”

“I see.” she sighed, “Forgive our discretion My Lord Tully, I was unaware that this deal had been made, and the messages had not reached me. But… are you sure this is what you want?”

“I am completely confident.” Oscar nodded, “I do not want any substitutions, any changes, the oath was sworn that I would supply my lords and men for the army, I swore my house to you and I demand this oath be answered with what I was promised.”

“I understand,” She nodded, she glared at Daemon but got to her feet adjusting her gown as she made her way down the stairs of the throne to be level with Oscar. “Valaena is my only daughter, she is… very precious to me.”

“I understand that my queen.”

“If I had known… this would not have been something I’d have agreed.” she said, “But… it has, and there is nothing I can now do. So I ask you, plainly to promise me that you will protect her.”

“I will.” Oscar nodded,

“Oscar,” she pleaded, “Promise me, that you will protect her, you will be good to her, kind to her, sweet with her, love her and cherish her. Promise me this, not as your queen, but as her mother.”

“You have my word.” He nodded, “I will cherish her, adore her, keep her safe with my life. I will give her all I am able, She will be my lady, my wife and I will love her with all of myself. I swear it.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, “I will pack her things and prepare her myself,” she nodded,

“Thank you, your grace.”

“Please, attend dinner tonight. We will all enjoy a feast together before you two leave.”

“I would be honoured, my queen.” Oscar smiled, “And I look forward to meeting Valaena.”

[silver-inked-quill]

Lost in the North

Ch. 1 Lions in the snow

Summary: Robb's twin sister has widowed a few months after her marriage to a young lord in the North. Since there was no heir she returned to her birth-home.

Pairing: Jamie Lannister x reader, Theon Greyjoy x reader (it is yet to be decided)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: General Game of Thrones warnings🙄

“Y/N!” my mother exclaimed- her voice toned with pure panic as she was preparing the castle for the arrival of King Robert Baratheon, friend of my father’s but still the King of the seven realms along with the house Lannister.

“Yes mother?” I responded loud enough as I moved to the main dining room.

“Please do see that Arya is properly dressed- and aid Sansa with her own dress.” She spoke and I looked at her. “Oh and please tell the boys to shave- be presentable as well.” Her gaze rather apologetic, she never really enjoyed burdening me with the matters of our household ever since my return from White Harbor- Barely married to young Lord Manderley who passed before we have been together for a moon. No heir- No nothing just the first born daughter of House Stark in a foreign land with no heir. My father claimed me back and cancelled our wedding. I loved my husband but the 7 gods had different plans for my future and his.

I paced down the balcony, my eyes searching for my brothers, they were by the targets. My twin Rob, always followed by Jon Snow-my father’s bastard- and by Theon Greyjoy, my father’s ward. Bran huffed, another missed arrow, I noticed a galore of them stuck everywhere but the target. Jon kneeled and tried to tutor him and I smiled. Arya rose out of nowhere grabbed the bow and pulled the string releasing an arrow straight at the target’s center. I saw Arya chime and the boys make gentle fun of Bran as my father came and stood by me.

“Fine little beast your daughter has become.” I commented as he stood by me leaned in the railing, I could see the pride flair up his eyes as he looked down at his boys- no at his children. “Reminds of another fine beast that used to run around my feet with her braids and play with bows and arrows instead of dolls.” He commented and I chuckled looking at him “At least one of your daughters turned out to be a proper lady.” I said still smiling as I stared back at the targets. “You turned out to be a proper lady… and you can stab an arrow within an arrow too.” My father spoke, his voice gentle like he snow falling upon our roof. “How do you know I can do that?” I laughed and asked, I felt eight again and he would tell me stories and convince me and my twin that they were true.

“I can see it in your eyes- they shine when you see something you enjoy and you exceed at.” He said, his voice poetic- too poetic. “Oddly specific thing the glint of my eyes told you…” I laughed at him, it was a rare thing for me the years passed. “We were exchanging ravens with Lord Manderley, concerned how your stay at the White Harbor was- he mentioned that you were quiet the archer… Why don’t you show your siblings off?” My father asked me, his smile apparent- one only his family could see.

“You want me to boast? Father are you feeling alright?” I asked him laughing. “Yes- However, love, it doesn’t hurt to boast on boasters.” He commented and pointed at my siblings and then kissed my forehead as climbed down with a swift motion snatching the bow from Arya.

“Didn’t know you could handle a bow sister?”  Robb looked stunned as he saw me take an arrow from Bran’s quiver.

“You do not know many things Robb.” I turned at him gently pressing him and Jon to take a step back. They stared at each other for a moment.

“In the Iron Islands, it is common for women to fight.” Theon commented and opened the way. “I was surprised to see in the North there aren’t such habit.” He said.

“We honor tradition here” I said and pulled the string. “But women here are allowed to have hobbies…” I smiled and as I breathed out I let the arrow go, It flew to the one Arya shot at the target making it tear in half.

“Did you see that?! she is better than all of you three combined!” Bran exclaimed and hugged my waist looking up at me. “Me too- You will teach me first!” Arya exclaimed crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“No- it is me, I should learn first” Bran huffed pointing at Arya.

“That was impressive Y/N.” Jon spoke and smiled at me.

“It was- alright” Theon spoke and looked at me and then at Robb.

“What happened, feeling overshadowed?” Robb spoke and placed an arm around my shoulders. His voice mocking but no real meaning behind his words.

“Oh- you should feel overshadowed too Robb.” I chuckled and patted his cheek. “However brilliant my archery is- I am here as a bearer of bad news… The lot of you has to shave before the arrival of the King… and even more unfortunately for me- I have to dress you up Arya…” I smiled and looked at her eyes, she really despised them dresses and gowns.

“No… Not happening.” She exclaimed and she attempted to flee but with a spinning motion Robb caught her like. “We do not like it either” Jon smiled and ruffled her hair and I gently took her hand leading her to her room.

~

Not many hours passed. Bran’s voice exclaimed that the King was arriving. I chuckled as Mother was outraged that Bran was climbing again at the wall… Sansa and Robb were already close to my father as my mother guided Bran and I bore Rickon’s hand as he soon left me to go next to my mother. Arya appeared wearing a helmet. I heard Jon’s chuckle from behind… He always stood behind us with Theon.

The kind arrived, the stag and the lion banners stood next to the ones of the direwolf. We bowed as King Robert Baratheon who stood before us. He signed us to rise and we did. “You grew fatter.” Robert commented staring at my father’s grim face. The grim in his gaze was unbearable but his lips tugged nodding “You too your Grace.” He said and after an exclamation of joy he hugged ny father and then my mother.

“you are a handsome future lord.” Robert said and shook my twins hand. “And what is your name?” “Arya, your grace.” His gaze shifted to Sansa “You are a pretty one” he giggled before he ceased his movements standing before me. I swallowed staring at his blanked gaze. I knew what I reminded him of and it made me feel bizarre. My father’s face hardened and the Queen looked at me in despise “You look just-.” He was to say but then Bran got his glare. “And you- you will be a knight! Show me those muscles!” Bran flexed and I smiled my glare lowered to the floor.

~

They all gathered at the main ballroom to have the feast and once the formalities came to an end. I fled the room and went to the cellars first taking a skin of ale, as I stumbled upon the imp. “Lady Stark- or is it Mandreley.” He asked me and I raised my eyebrows. “What are you doing down here lord Lannister?” I asked him and looked down at him. “Same as you I assume- seeking comfort in the warmth of alcohol… However it isn’t suitable for a lady to drink alone now is it- It could be scandalous.” Tyrion Lannister commented. “But then again you are a widow- one in grief can do as they wish.” He added and I simply walked alone up on the wall, there was this small spot- it allowed me to have the greatest view- one painters could never draw and bards could never sing about. I simply sat there and drank from the skin- it tasted horribly but my mind was at peace.

“I love coming up here as well- All the times I would think of my father and the Iron islands I would come here.” Theon came from behind me and leaned in the stone railings I was seated upon.

“My father treated you better than yours.” I told him and drunk down the ale. “But you are rather ungrateful and bitter.” I spoke

“I am bitter because Ned is not my father…” Theon spoke “I do feel affection for this family- I was only ten when I was brought here. You Rob and Jon- you treated me no different than you treated each other- I always loved you a bit more than the other two you know- you showed more compassion which is normal- you are a girl—a woman now. It pained me to see you in tears Y/N… It always has.” Theon spoke and I looked at him with a small smile.

“Are you confessing you have feelings towards me Theon?” I asked with a small laughter hiding behind my voice as I turned to look at him and he didn’t respond he simply grasped the ale and drunk it down.

“I always hoped to be for you- I know I am a lord without a kingdom. I admire you Y/N- your compassion your skill” He smiled and kissed my knuckles gently as he looked at me and left with no other word.

“Ah… scandals of the North I always enjoyed seeing the word and the lady of the late Lord Manderley with the hostage ward of the Iron Islands. I thought North was about honor.” I heard a voice yet unknown to me.

“Sir Jamie Lannister is it…” I turned around “And what would a kings guard wished wandering on our wall.” I made the question towards him.

“Lady Y/N Stark second of her name… And yet you steal kings words just like the first of your name did” The knight responded.  “They say you take after your aunt Y/N, in looks and spirits” He added, his voice smooth and mocking.

“I am alike her in both you have heard correct.” I said and looked at him. “Therefore I bet my twin brother wouldn’t enjoy hearing your manner sir… Just like you do not enjoy insult when it comes to the Queen’s name…” I smiled and looked at him. “It’s a twin thing isn’t it… But then again, some twins are closer than others.”

Jamie Lannister’s face didn’t shift as if it was okay for me to say those things. “Watch your sharp tongue Lady Stark.” He smiled.

“Or- Will you threaten me Jamie Lannister- inside my home, for noticing how much you love your sister.” I smiled and leaned in, I could smell his perfume and sweat.

“You are a bittersweet thing Y/N Stark. I have never fucked another’s twin…” He spoke and I didn’t flinch, I maintained the eye-contact. “Interesting, I bet the Queen would be most delighted to hear of your new discovering appetite.” I said and he stared at me for some good moments. He was handsome- too handsome and my heart was racing as if I was running for my life. Perhaps I was. “Is that a threat, lady?” he asked and I smiled “It is a reaction followed by an action.” I smiled and then stood up making my leave.

Hey there gentle reader , First i would like to thank you for reaching this point and reading my fanfiction. I wish to know your opinion on it as a whole and on a more flaming matter- Jamie Lannister or Theon Greyjoy? I mean i think she has connection with both and quiet some chemistry too but please i need you to enlighten me... Yours, silvermist

[rosesncarnations]

Leading a dance

A word vomit below

She hummed a tune to herself as she ran her fingers over the spines a search for a new read. As she skimmed her way through familiar after familiar title, tapping in rhythm with a song she remembered from her debut, lively in the way aristocrats still found suitable than a jive.

She heard the doors open to the private library, a sneak of the knob as quiet as one could but still too loud to her new fae ears. She was hit with the wave crackling embers and maple and she knew it had to be the fae that had a golden eye. The one that tried to claim her as a mate freshly thrown out of the biting cauldron with a flash of sunlight breaking through the Hibernian magic.

She continued her search of the books, passing histories of the courts she had skimmed to an old worn children’s story that had the faint ‘Cels’ that had to be part of a name that she could only make out at the right angle. A shimmer of purple enveloping the name before she could fully make it out.

As she hummed the melody going high she heard the faint hum of the harmony that went low. He was still close to the entrance as if waiting to be chased out. She likely would’ve if Elain had accompanied her this time, but she was curled in the bed murmuring things of ravens dancing with foxes while a wolf howled in dismay. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

She turned to the next row of shelves, scanning the higher books first to see if she needed to find the ladder. She saw a bright binding at the top of shelf and hummed her next bit enthusiastically, before glancing around for the male that was surely closing in. She tapped her toe to her rhythm as she deliberated on find the ladder and maybe the earnest russet eye that always looked too deeply into her soul or attempt to climb the shelf and pray that the wood was solid even with its surely great age.

The maple swirled through the room, mixing with the book smell to the point she had lost her clue of where he could be. He was silent, as if he knew she might be on the stalk, the mountain lion Feyre loved to call her.

She bit into her lip, a tad too hard, still unused to the strength she carried now as she tasted iron from the well of blood. She risk the shelves and the possible ire of her sister’s precious high lord.

As she climbed up cautiously, waiting seconds between each shelf she found tiny divots from fingers wearing down spots, signs of repeated climbing and she felt more sure of her still gentle steps. 

As she reached her desired shelf she let out a sound of excitement, proof to herself that she would get used to this body that wasn’t her, that she would take her changes headstrong in the way that Elain needed her to, that Feyre surely wanted her to do. She reached the bright orange cover she saw the title that wasn’t non fiction or something for a child, it was a romance, To Dance With the Nixie Queen. She gave a huff of laughter at the thought of the her governess warning her from bodies of water in fear of them.

As she began her decant back down, humming a melody her mother would hum if she were in a good mood with Nests. When she would be proud of her, the few moments they were. With three shelves left to step down she was met with a steady warmth behind her, hands almost touching her waist, as if unable to make sure she hadn’t fallen in the end.

“I wouldn’t think a noble lady to climb the shelves instead of the ladder just a row over.” He murmured near her ear as if stunned she had gouge his eyes, eye, out yet. His hands still hung in the air ready at a moments notice. “All while humming a tune befit a ballroom.”

“And what do you know of mortal songs?” She asked, though it didn’t quite have the bite she wanted. Unsure of if she should take her next step down or wait for him to make his decision, she balanced on the tips of her toes while still holding the book she found close to her chest.

He seemed to roll with biting remark and she could practically see him shrug behind her as he said, “All of your songs came from us. Though I don’t think that one still is in rotation here.”

“And why is that?” She asked daring a step down watching his fingers twitch ready to snatch her from the short drop.

“Not lively enough.” He murmured near her ear, a step closer if she were a betting woman. “We often dance closer too. Modesty falling away with each strung of chords.”

“And lose its protection?” She asked surely sounding dull to this seemingly ancient being to her but she’d heard Feyre’s new cronies speak to him closer to a child.

“That’s the fun part. Keeping the pretenses.” The quick brush of fingers over her singing rib brought her to reality and the rest of the way down to the ground with a swiftness. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” He was quick to move back now that she stood on solid ground, holding his hands in the air in sign of attempted truce.

She listened to his golden eye whirl while it looked over her, assessing. She would assess him right back if he had to gall to do so so blatantly. She traced over the brutal scarring down his face with her eyes, seeing him turn it away ever so slightly. And surely it was the stupid bond they all prattled on about that made her take a step closer and raise her fingers out, for what she didn’t even know.

She dropped her hand quickly and turned to walk back to her claimed chair. Keeping her back to the male, “And what pretenses would you assumed to be dropped?” She asked, foolishly toying this male along. As she turned to look over she shoulder, she saw the flash of hope in his deep russet eye before he schooled his face once more, ever a well trained courtier keeping stoic in the ways only a gentleman could.

He followed three steps after her, keeping a respectful distance, “Well, one would begin with offering a fine lady a dance.” He began.

“Just fine?” She asked, almost teasing.

He spluttered for second, shocked she was even still allowing this conversation to continue let alone that he hadn’t been shoved out of her space like he normally had. “No no. A ravishingly beautiful lady with the stars for eyes.”

She turned back around quickly, hiding the heat the climbed her neck to her cheeks. She slowed her steps, entraining him all the more.

“Hand in hand, one at the waist while hers might start at the shoulder. All very formal.”

“Very.” She breathed out.

“The correct amount of space as the strings started, sending all the dancers on the floor in lazy spirals. Sometimes exchanging a partner if so brazen.” He tried to joke.

She could picture it, the strings almost somber as people slowly went out on the floor, finding their footing with their dance partner, a language in of itself. Felt the way a tempo change might happen with an added clarinet and she hummed the slow but happy melody. She resisted the urge to look back once more as he replied a returning hum in his deep timber.

“And if one were to monopolize on the lady’s time, snaking along into the next song and the next. Feeling the wild drums of move hands, perhaps to the start of her back while she might find purchase in a stray lock of hair at the nape of one’s neck.”

She gave a soft snort at that and placed her new read on the coffee table in front of the chairs she climbed every day.

“And what of mamas’ that are ever watchful?” She asked thinking of when a possible suitor had stolen a dance from her and another possibility from her dance card and her mother had told her to not settle for such a lowly lord when there was princes to lay claim.

“That’s where the fun begins.” He said almost teasingly, “ the revelry is usually in full swing and so full of dancers, ever pestering mamas are often three glass of wine deep and can barely make out which one was her child and one that was feeling the hold of the energy.”

She felt hesitant hands reach for hers, waiting for her surely cut his hands off now. His fingers were so warm to her constant chilled hands she could scarcely feel the tremor in them.

“Hiding in plain sight from pushy mothers. Then what?” She asked refusing to look behind her. She could pretend this was an elaborate daydream, so long as she stayed facing away.

He took a breath in before starting again, moving slightly closer, “Well the drums typically claim one’s heart, asking, begging for more.” A hand traveled to her hip but stayed in a respectable position. “Like a spell woven in the air, unable but to comply with the demand as the woodwinds took over the strings, giving a more laid back feel.”

She didn’t know who start swaying but she couldn’t deny the image he drew up for her, complex group moves as the strings fell away to a near jive of buzzing, and couldn’t bring herself to stop the dream surely unfolding.

“Then,” he whispered into her ear almost nuzzling. “fae lights would be dimmed as some sorry bastard bribed the band to play something slower, something he could hold the lady close to.”

“They’d let go of grasped hands as one wound around the fallen star embodied.” He let go of her other hand gently as it climbed its way up her arm to the front of her neck, feeling her racing heartbeat.

“And then?” She asked in a hushed tone afraid to break the spell he wove over her. To be in a moment that didn’t come with choice taken away and change hoisted upon her yet again.

“If one were so lucky,” he murmured tracing his nose along her carotid artery. “One might kiss gently here.”

“And do you believe in such luck?” She asked, hand reaching for his thigh to steady herself, feeling dizzy from the heady emotions that coarse through her.

“I believe that The Mother blessed me with tremendous luck.” He said teasingly, lips a breath away from the very spot he had indicated. “With so much luck to even sway in the shadows of such beauty in this very private room.”

“Do you believe in such luck My Lady?” He asked against her skin, daring her to break the spell, to break to dream. To fall back into reality and to push him miles away again. He traced her jaw with his pointer finger, allowing her the time to think and rationalize.

“You’ll have to test your hypothesis yourself.” She couldn’t seem to bring her voice above the whispering tone he had been leading her with.

“If one were so bold.” He replied, touching his lips to her heated skin, lingering as she let a gasp fall from the sudden heat the enveloped her, cocooning in a way one might walk around the house wrapped in their blanket on a brisk autumn.

[fillinforlater]

Phone Part 10: Return of the Angel +3

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Yeh Shuhua, Jung Eunbi (Eunha), Hwang Eunbi (SinB)

Length: 1550 words

Tags: strap-ons, lesbian sex, spitroasting, double penetration, overstimulation, loveless sex, voyeurism, watching, fingering thigh riding

TW: messy crazy bs

(A/N: this series randomly returns because I just needed to get this idea out of my system for good. This might be the conclusion to it, but probably not... well, maybe you send me some ideas to where this could lead up to.)

"I'll get going."

Bomi kisses your cheek, that sore cheek, sore like every patch of your skin, every bone in your body and every damn muscle, some of them you didn't even know could hurt before today. Hell, you don't even have the strength to give Bomi a proper goodbye, a weak wave is all you can muster up.

She'll not be mad at you. For what might have been either 15 or 150 minutes, you have taken turns on her and Shuhua's pussy—licking, fingering, fucking them until those tight caverns each got a big load in them. In the meantime, Minju has been their plaything. Especially Shuhua has this cruelty towards her "friend", edging her with fingers, reddening her thighs with extremely hard slaps and always promising that she'll get your cock—just to claim you with her pussy again.

You turn around when Bomi closes the door. Shuhua and Minju wrestle on the couch, the latter clearly outmatched when Shuhua puts her in a headlock with her thunder thighs. Minju tries to escape with licks on Shuhua's clit but can't find it—the nightmare of so many guys.

"Cut it out, you two," you groan, fingers on your temple. 

"N-no," Minju whines. "Minju still needs cock, wants cum in her tummy!"

"I can't." Point at your limp dick, absolutely spent. "And I have a headache. At this point, I’ll start to hate sex. Fucking hell, I'll make myself tea."

"Oh, I have an idea," Shuhua smirks and reaches for her phone while you leave for the kitchen. Whatever it is, you don’t want to deal with it. You need something relaxing, something herbal, to heal all the soreness in your body. It’s incredible to think that there is something like too much sex. You’re really close to giving up on it, even though two nymphomaniacs have turned your house into sex hub.

“No, no, stay down. You’ll get cock soon,” you hear Shuhua belittle Minju, who just whines in her usual tone. She seems to not be a bit tired after all this.

“Well, it won’t be mine,” you shout back, watching the hot water fill your cup and turn the leaves into something magical.

“Yeah, I know, you’re basically useless at this point.” Ouch, that stings. “That’s why I called back up.”

“You what?!”

“They should be here any minute now.”

Shuhua is spot on. Before your tea is finished steeping, your door bursts open. But instead of a hung man, two rather petite women enter your house. Both have a bored look on their face and immediately get to undressing. Overcoats seem to be the shit right now, and no matter who comes through your front door, they always drop it on the floor. 

“Uhm, hello?” you carefully greet them before remembering that this is your home, your kingdom! You can’t let strangers just walk in like they own the place. “This is kinda rude, you know?”

“Don’t care,” says the taller one with long, raven hair, dressed only in jeans. “We have business to do. Also, it’s rude to just stand there, naked, while two ladies walk in.” You blush and hide your crotch with the tea cup.

“We aren’t ladies, stop kidding yourself,” the other snarks back, while climbing out of her skirt. “I bet he is a good fuck, you shouldn’t kill your chances already.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it, but first—” Both girls suddenly pull out two strap-ons from God-knows-where and put them on with the casualness one would wear a fricking hat. The taller one hasn’t even removed her jeans, wearing the harness over it, while the other is fully naked and flaunts her butt at you.

“Yeah, I know, we got shit to do.” The short haired girl slaps her butt and you almost drop the cup when she walks past you with a wink. “Shuhua, where is this needy bitch? Or are you the needy bitch?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Eunbi and Eunbi,” Shuhua greets them and points at Minju, still trapped in between her fat thighs. “Look who I found.”

“She is insatiable. Incredible that he can still stand,” the shorter Eunbi says.

“Hm, maybe he is a good fuck. Anyways, we’ll try our best to keep her down,” the taller Eunbi says. The three conspirators try to agree on a strategy on how to fuck the angelic girl. You’ve become invisible in your own house, your entry to the living room goes largely unnoticed. Except for Minju who pouts at you when the two Eunbis lift her up and put her in a doggy position. The shorter one is below her, the other is ready to press the plastic cock into Minju’s puckered hole.

"Should we do it at the—nevermind, you're already in." The small Eunbi groans in annoyance, the other looks unapologetic and starts to rut slowly against Minju's butt. The long shaft forcing open Minju’s hole, paired with the denim on her sore, pink buttocks, must feel incredible and incredibly painful at the same time. Who knows which of the two makes Minju wail and moan more.

"Come on, Eunha, shove it in her sex," Shuhua urges on the Eunbi below as she excitedly stares at the unholy sight of fake cocks on ready holes. Her eyes mimic the camera lens for a porn shoot, while you're the director, watching the scene play out. Either way, it's good content.

"Minju's pussy, Minju's ass, so full!" Minju is loud, louder than before. Shuhua is having none of it.

"Shut up. SinB, make her stay quiet. And don't let her cum."

Two hands move to cover Minju's mouth, two cocks move in and out at a rapid pace, two sets of eyes watch on in awe. Satisfied with what crazy madness she has come up with, Shuhua sits down next to you and lazily jerks your cock with two fingers. Oh, that victorious smile, glassy, lewd eyes, you'd love to wipe it off her face.

"You like what you see? Now you don't have to do anything anymore."

"What was that about me being useless?" Grab her by the throat and spit in her face. She looks pissed, you love it. "I came in you, even when Minju was willing to do anything to get my load and now you're still cruel to her? Seems mildly unfair."

"And what are you gonna do about it? Fuck her, if you can."

Shuhua is bratty, but just as much as she is bratty, she is also light. You easily place her nude frame on your thigh, her still dripping, creaming heat right on your skin. She hisses and you tighten your grip on her throat.

"I'm going to make you cum—you know I can, it's super easy—but only if you tell those two friends of yours to make Minju cum until she passes out.”

“Fuck, bastard,” Shuhua hisses. With your thumb on her clit, this is easily the quietest and tamest she has been for hours. Her body twitches, an honest reaction to how much she is addicted to the mind-blowing orgasms you can get out of her. Such a small finger, yet she is squirming, contemplating, faltering.

“Those two are so cruel,” you tell Shuhua, nose deep in her greasy hair. “They fuck her so hard, just to pull out at the last moment. Why do you want to torture Minju so bad?”

“Be-because she needs to get to the-the point.”

“What point?”

“The point where sex is no fun. She can go forever. She will never stop, your—fuck—plan to make her p-pass out, useless.”

This explains a lot. The Angel is insatiable, her lust seems infinite, but Shuhua’s plan—won’t it make things worse? At some point, SinB and Eunha will have to stop and Minju will be more desperate than ever. She will wobble through the house, tackle you the second she sees you and will force your cock in her pussy no matter what. A true tragedy.

“Well, I don’t care,” you say and tug at one of Shuhua’s nipples, she bites her fingers. “You’ve been too greedy, time for her to—”

“Fuck, fine.

“SinB, don’t hold back. Eunha, suck her tits, overstimulate this bitch!”

“What?” the two ask in unison and disbelief.

“Do-don’t ask questions, please, just do it!”

The way the two purple plastic cocks move in and out of Minju with the sole goal of too much pleasure has you satisfied and in a new heat, your cock hardening slowly but surely. With an ever increasing rhythm, you move your thigh up and down and Shuhua starts to ride, her loudness increasing again. She is as close as Minju and it only takes SinB pulling those messed up oak strands, you to rub Shuhua’s clit, for them both to explode. 

You focus not on Shuhua shuddering, shaking on you, but at Minju’s expression. Her eyes jump wide, then tears shoot out and flow down, just to be blocked by SinB’s hands on her mouth. She’d be so loud, words messier than her hair would fill the room. After this peak, both collapse. Shuhua meets the floor, Minju falls on top of Eunha, who still thrusts, even spanks the Angel’s ass. 

You’re hard again. Where is this going to end?

[xaphrin]

@carnationmilk

Slow, Stairs, Lap

Damian felt a smile pull at his lips as he chased her through the hallways of Wayne Manor. He could smell the scent of her soap hanging in the air. Raven ducked through the halls, her powers sparking behind her as her low laugh echoed over the antique wood paneling. Excitement coursed through him, the chase burning his blood like fire to gasoline. 

He closed in on her and reached out, wrapping his hand around her wrist, only to feel her phase from between his fingers. Damian frowned, but followed the shadow of her through the halls, chasing that high that she offered. 

Finally she stopped halfway up the stairs, her dark eyes watching him as he skidded to a halt at the bottom stair. Raven hovered above him, a flicker of mischief in her eyes. With a teasing smile, she let the heavy weight of her velvet cloak drop to the floor, leaving her in nothing more than shadows and promises of sin. 

“I’m done running.” Her feet touched the soft, carpeted stairs and she stepped down. “Are you ready to claim your prize, my hunter?”

Damian snorted at the tease, and he ripped off his shirt, dropping it next to him. “Am I worthy of a prize, my prey?” He climbed a few steps to where she stood, letting his hand trail up the gentle indent of her stomach. “Are you offering yourself up as a sacrifice? Without running anymore?” 

“I am.” She moved around him, pushing him against the stairs. Damian fell back, catching his body on the slope of the staircase. He looked up into her eyes as Raven straddled his hips. “I am offering myself to you.” Her hand rested on his chest, and she pushed him back onto the stairs with a slow smile. “Are you going to take what I offer?”

Damian felt his heart skip beats as her fingers slid down his chest, following the line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He tilted his chin up and met her eyes from underneath the shadow of his lashes with a smirk. “I will take anything you offer me, my love.” His hand tangled in her hair and he pulled her down over him. “You may think you’re a sacrifice, but I assure you that you hold my soul in your hands.”  

He could see her breath catch in her chest and she leaned over him, capturing his lips in a slow, leisurely kiss. Damian’s hand tightened in her hair, and he groaned as he felt her unfasten his pants and take his cock out. Her cool hands wrapped around the heat of his length and she pumped a few times before lifting her hips and spearing herself on him. Damian’s breath escaped a desperate rush and he sat up, his hands digging into her hips as he drew her down onto his lap. 

“Are you trying to steal my breath too?” Raven murmured against his lips. “You already have my heart.”

“I love you.” Damian pushed his hips up and drew her down, setting a slow almost leisurely pace. Moonlight filtered through the windows casting them both in a silver glow. Time stopped, and the world stilled outside of his moment. In this moment, it was everything he wanted - Raven, wrapped around him, in his arms. “Slow…” He whispered into her ear. “Go slow. Let me enjoy this moment. Let me enjoy you.”

[historygirl93]

Imagine that (Rapunzel AU)

The world will never be kind to you; that's what your mother always say. When you were younger you two travelled from village to village, escaping from the soldiers that try to capture people like you two, mutants born with special abilities; your mother Raven, for example, can change her appearance, while you can heal anything. "A gift like yours is rare, my girl, but many people will use it at their advantage. I can't let this happen." she say when she take you to a tower in the woods. You climb the stairs inside of the building and find a room at the very top, with only one window to the outside world. "This is your new home now, I will use the stairs to go outside and find us food, but you have to promise to never leave this tower." And you promised, of course you did, you were only a child trusting the only parent you ever knew, she had to know best. So you stay in the tower, letting the years pass and your hair growing until they became very long; claim that it was "for better measures" your mother close the trap-door to the stairs and start using your hair as a ladder. The only ways you find for spend time awaiting your mother was brushing and combing your hair in a long braid while singing.

But you weren't the only mutants in the area. One of them, Kurt Wagner, was part of a group who help and protect other mutants from the cruelty of the soldiers. One day the group was attacked by a troop more numerous than usual and all of the members takes different ways to escape. Kurt finds himself in a unknown part of the woods; while looking around, he heard the most sweet voice singing not soo far from where he stands. Following the song, he finds the tower only few minutes after your mother left. The desire to look a your face was soo strong that he start climbing the tower with his bare hands, coming at the window as faster as possible. The song turn into a scream when you see the strange blue man with glowing eyes and a tail, your hand searching something to defense yourself. "Wait, I'm not here to hurt you" Kurt said, putting his hands at the level of his face "I heard your song and...Mein Gott, I never heard someone singing like you. May I know your name, my fair maiden?" You answered and the way he repeat it with reverence and softness in his voice makes your heart skip a beat. Kurt present himself and asked if he could come back to visit you the day after, and when you say "Yes" he goes on one knee and kiss your hand, something you only read about in books. "Wait, you have to use these to comes down" you said, preparing your braid. "It's not necessary" he said before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Well, you definitely didn't expect this. "Y/N, look down!" And there he was, smiling from pointy ear to pointy ear. "Nice trick!" "I will show you one better tomorrow. Until then, gute nacht, meine nachtigall!"

In the next weeks Kurt comes to visit you almost every nights, tell you everything about his life with the other mutants, their adventures, how many people they helped. His stories makes you understand how lucky you were to never fully experiment hatred and fear, but you also never help someone else outside your mother; the tower protect and imprisoned you at the same time. You tried to talk to your mother, telling her that you wanted to do more in your life, using your power for others, but she's adamant. "You want to go outside? Without powers that can protect you? I don't understand when you get an idea like that." Raven doesn't like this kind of questions nor the fact that you seems...strange; watching out of the window while she's visiting, daydreaming, blushing like you were in love, but this is impossible, you aren't in position to meet someone, right?

The decision is taken: you will leave the tower, at least for few hours, to meet Kurt's friends! For the occasion you chose to wear a purple dress, your mother's gift for your last birthday, and put flowers in your hair. You wanted to look at your best and Kurt doesn't fail to tell how beautiful you look, making him fell even more in love.

The evening at the group's camp goes perfectly, everyone was kind to you and propose you to join the group. "Are you ready to tell your mother about this new life?" Kurt asked, while the both of you take a stroll before coming back to the tower. "Absolutely, I'm tired of sit on the sidelines. I want to see the world and...I will love to do it with you by my side." "Do you mean as friends or...something else?" You close the distance between you two and kiss him sweetly. "I want to be yours." "And I'm yours, meine liebe."

You teleported back in the tower, kissing and laughing, aiming to the bed, but you noticed that the trap-door was open. "Well, well, well, this is a very interesting twist." Your mother comes out from the shadows, changing her body until her skin turns blue and her eyes golden; just like Kurt. "The son I left behind all those years ago and the girl I kidnap for her power. I finally had a child that can be discrete and of some use and now you, boy, have to ruin everything, again!" She takes a dagger from the table "Guess I have to solve the problem myself!" Kurt have just the time to take out the sword he always carry with himself that Raven attack him, blinded by rage and determined to put an end of everything. Kurt is a good swordman, but the shock for the revelation and the worry of accidentaly hurting you made him makes a mistake and leave his side unprotected, letting Raven's dagger hit his flesh. Trying to prevent another hit, you grab Raven's cloak and push her away from Kurt, right into the window. Did she scream? You can't remember, all your attention was devoted to Kurt and the red stain in his clothes. You were soo worried that he's going to die that you started crying and few tears drop on the wounds, healing it istantly. You helped Kurt sitting on the bed before hugging him, exausted from the evening, and you both fell asleep. The next morning the only traces of the fight were a pair of red stains on the floor "Can we go back to the camp, please?" "Yes, do you have something to take away?" "Just few things and..." you looked at a pair of scissor "I need your help for a thing."

Your head feels lighter now that your hair are shorter, nearly brushing your shoulders. You comes down from the stairs with Kurt but at the ground you didn't found Raven's body; you can't tell if you worried she's still alive or happy you didn't kill her. "What do we do if we meet her again?" you asked. "I don't know, but as long we're together she can't hurt us anymore." And taking your hand, Kurt lead you into the woods and your new life.

And they live happily and contentedly until the end of their days.

(Pics from Pinterest)

[theshadowsden]

Something that has been itching my brain after playing gears of war 3

And there is clearly not a lot of gears fanfiction either so I'm gonna try and make some.

Death hasn't claimed me yet

Notes; spoilers for gears 3, platonic delta squad, reader takes doms spot but in the end but survives

TW; standard Gears of War shenanigans

It was supposed to be an easy thing getting fuel in the town of Mercy. But apparently some crazy old man had rigged the pipelines to blow with motion sensor explosives. It wasn't long till Delta squad had found out why. Lambent was infecting humans. It has jumped species.

It wasn't long till Delta squad had been over run with lambent stalks, lambent humans, and lambent locust. With regular locust fighting as well. It quickly dawned on you that something needed to happen and fast. This attrition battle on top of the gas station needed to end or it'll be all for nothing to get to that island and to get to Marcus' father.

Seeing the truck in middle, you left your position in the cover of the sandbags as you doged and weaved between bullet fire and lambent explosions of the corpses and jumped down towards the pinned truck. Grabbing a gun you blind fired into the enemies nearby as you climbed into the truck and sped off. "Y/N? What the hell are you doing?" Marcus yelled.

Turning the truck around after leaving the tunnel you replied. "You guys get the fuck off of that gas station and jump for your life. This is Y/N signing off." With that, and pedal to the metal you full on sended into the gas station with the hope that your squad makes it in the end.

The rest of delta jumps and gets into cover as the explosion hits. Anya rushed over to Marcus as he tried to attempt to save you, while Sam and Dom watch in sadness at there fallen squadmate. "Marcus, she's gone there's nothing you can do. We still got to get to your father." Looking over at the explosion point, Marcus says your name after a breath. "...Y/N.."

Delta squad continues on in completing the mission, in hopes of making your sacrifice not in vain. You where dead, no one could escape that. We'll, in some twist of fate. You didn't die. Sure your body hurt like hell, and had wounds all over your body. But somehow you are alive.

"Guess death didn't come for me yet." You chuckled meakly. Using your strength that you could, you pried open the charred door of the tanker and fell out onto the soot, and chared ground. There was still some smoldering ash on the ground. There where no guns around, or ammo. That was to be expected given a full on gas explosion. Those wounds will definitely leave some scars after they heal.

Bracing yourself for the journey ahead, and a painful one at that, you pushed forward in hopes of seeing your family again.

*time skip*

By some miracle and by miracle, you somehow manage to get into contact with Baird and Cole. "Y/N? That you? Thought youweree with Marcus?" You sighed before you replied. "Well, I was... before I did something stupid.. I'll explain if you'll pick me up in a KR?" Baird and Cole shared a look, before the blone replied. "Copy that, we'll see you soon."

*Another time skip*

During the time that it took Cole and Baird to fly out to you, Marcus and his team had manged to take down the fake hurricane systems and the anti-air. The Navy that Baird and Cole manged to find was making quick work in fighting the enemy forces as you three flew in on a King Raven closer to the ground. You had also filled them in on the stunt you pulled and Cole shit a look at Baird. "Looks like your crazy antics are inspiring others." Baird was not amused. "Look, just because I do one crazy thing with a box full of tickers, doesn't mean everyone should do crazy things. Y/N's lucky to have survived!" You chuckled at was Baird said and he was right. You should've died then. But here you where still standing.

"As much as I think I could fight, I don't think i should. Is there a medic area stationed around?" After the savior play at the gas station, adrenaline was running out and you felt yourself slipping into darkness. A quick patch job was done when they first got to you, but that's all they could do as they quickly went back on track to storming the island.

"Shit, stay with us Y/N..." Everything faded to black. The KR had settle down and Baird and Cole had carried your unconscious form towards a poor attempt at a medic station.

"She will be fine, she's a fighter, Baird. The Cole train isn't stopping here."

While passed out, Delta squad had saved Marcus' dad as he powered up his Lambent machine. The queen had showed up to stop them all, but was killed in the process. Unfortunately Marcus had lost his dad, this time for real and made it a point as he clenched the cog tags. Queen Myraah kept talking on about all his dad did was make weapons of war, and she stopped mid sentence as she was stabbed with your knife you gave him earlier at Mercy.

The day was won, but there were heavy losses. They finally had a tomorrow. Anya and Marcus where on the beach speaking about something as you finally showed up, much to the displeasure of the medics.

"Did I miss something?" You casually replied. As Sam and Dom looked in awe at you.

"You should be dead!" The aussie replied. You laughed it off, while wincing in pain. "Should be, but I'm not." You replied. "I think death doesn't want me, too strong for him." You replied making Dom and Sam augh as you flexed your muscles slowly.

Your gaze went over to Anya and Marcus, and you sighed. "Marcus took it the worse?" The two nodded. "Guess I gotta get over there. Totally gonna get chewed out." You chuckled softly.

Walking slowly towards the pair, you cleared your throat. "Hey guys.." The amount of whiplash that was in Marcus' and Anya's face was very apparent. "How are you here? You should be dead? I saw that explosion. Everyone did." Anya replied.

"By some miracle, that's how." You replied. Marcus had been silent for a while and without warning had stood up and engulfed you into a giant hug. Marucs wasn't one for sharing emotions, at all. He seldom showed them, always focusing on the battle ahead.

"If you ever do that shit again, I'll kill you myself. You hear me?" His rough voice was saying a warning but you knew he doesn't really mean it.

"I don't think that anyone one of us ever want to see me do that again." You chuckled and a faint smile was seen on Marcus' face.

"Death hasn't claimed my number yet. Still fighting with all you crazy bitches." You said while looking towards the sun.

There was finally a tomorrow.

[ithacas-prince]

“Give me sirens and a cyclops!”

Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca. Parents are Queen Penelope and King Odysseus. also a great-great-grandson of Hermes, and a grandson of a naiad.

No need to inform me of affairs, for I am well-versed in the matters at hand.

The goddess Athena is my benefactor. In days past, she took on the guise of Mentor and urged me to embark upon a voyage in search of my father. Though my quest bore no fruit, I believe we would have become steadfast companions.

(PFP BY sloanslone | banner by jarondont)

death count: 1

kill count: 109

I seek knowledge of my father Odysseus's fate. When I inquired of Menelaus, he recounted a vision revealed by the sea-god Proteus, declaring that my father is marooned and ensnared upon the island of Calypso.

My inclinations are yet unknown to me. (He’s bisexual.) I find joy in music, my lyre, and the companionship of my faithful dog Argos. However, I harbor great disdain for the suitors, for they seek to win the favor of my mother, which I find most vexing.

I yearn for the company of my kin, to partake in the simple joys of life as any mortal might. Yet, alas, I find it difficult to embrace normalcy, for I am bound by blood to a certain messenger god. His whims and tasks often draw me into the realm of the extraordinary, making it nigh impossible to dwell in the comforts of the ordinary.

hi, mod here.. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYING??

appearance: curly raven black hair, dark aquamarine green eyes, pointy ears (which turn into naiad ears in the water, cough) fair skin, freckles, he towers EVERYONE mf is 6'3 help this man, very attractive (unknowingly blessed with beauty by…..???)

voice claim: zagreus from hades

personality: chaotic but mainly calm at times, caring, sometimes an idiot, impulsive, strategic, loyal. he has ADHD, btw. low self esteem issues.

skills: archery, running, swimming, swordsmanship, disarmament, wielding daggers, fighting, etc.

powers: breathing underwater and minor control over water, plus being able to unlock doors with ease and controlling money, he sometimes teleports though it drains him after.

he has maladaptive daydreaming

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quick rules:

- Romantic interactions will only be with CHARACTERS eighteen years or over.

- This is a ask/rp blog! So you can ask or rp.

- No strong NSFW.

- Innuendos? Allowed.

- Nothing is fully canon!

- If I interact with someone or something or reblog something bad on accident. PLEASE tell me so I can fix it.

- if he dates anyone, it’s set in separate universes.

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tags:

#the prince has spoken — 👑 (Telemachus)

#asks — ❓ (for asks)

#mod comes over — ⭐️

#the goddess of wisdom appeared — 🦉 (Athena, obviously.)

#god of wine slurs — 🍷 (Dionysus, adopted/mentors Telemachus now.)

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PLEASE INTRODUCE HIM TO SHIT HES VERY BAD AT THIS 😔😔😔

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Let me speak of those whom I am acquainted with:

@odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost, @penelope-simp (my dad!!)

@penelope-is-waiting (my mother)

@imnotaman (she forced me to put her here/j but another version of my mom! love her :3)

@reigningprincesstofithaca (my biological sister. she keeps scaring the shit out of me.)

@thehermesguy (my great great granddad)

@unhinged-waterlilly

@quillis-climbs-trees

@thementallyillapollochild

@when-fate-is-mistaken

@sunlights-daughter

@sillypuppetmeister

mod speaking here! NO NSFW. Swearing and cussing happen here.. so..

Im fine with being tagged in random starters or posts.

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him, btw (art by @/sloanslone

winged, naiad, genderbent and reg form ^

[the-fiction-witch]

I Like Him

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - (OC) Jaerra Targaryen [Daughter of Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce] Rating - 12 Word Count - 1121

Requested -

Hello Miss Witch! Can I request an Oscar Tully story in your “Boys Yet To Have Books” please? The reader is a Targaryen (probably just the same age as him and named Jaerra) and has a he-dragon, she flew to Harrenhal to accompany Daemon and then met Oscar and just some cute interactions between them that grew into something. It’s up to how you will write it and can have lots of parts too because I will love it either way. I hope you read this request. Thank you! <33

The dark echos of Harrenhal seem to sicken Daemon the longer he remains, food seems to turn to ashes in his mouth, wine soured, his mind a mess of his own failings and falls.

“I’m surrounded, by witches, and idiots.” He sighed to himself,

Suddenly a familiar sound echoes through Harrenhal’s half-melted halls, the sound of a dragon's triumphant cry. Which caused Daemon to perk up and move quickly for the first time in months. He headed out to the courtyard part of him hopeful to see Syrax across the sky, or perhaps even MoonDancer.

But a deep blue dragon with shimmering white scales fluttered down onto the grass,

“Iēdar lilagon…” he sighed, He approached the dragon glaring down at its rider, “Why did she send you?”

“Because you're causing chaos on your own,” Jaerra answered as she climbed down from her dragon, wearing her tall boots and grey washed-out leather trousers, a deep blue jacket with a high low skirt and dragon clasps down her chest, her long Targaryen blonde hair with a single dark brown streak by her face knotted up into a tight braid.

“I already have enough to deal with,” He sighed,

“Hence why I’m here.” She said pulling off her leather gloves and walking past him, “You’ve been causing enough problems around here, so she thought I’d be best to come. Plus everyone else is far too busy to be your babysitter.”

“Busy!” He said as he followed her,

“Her grace is busy, planning wars and alliances,”

“And what does she think I’ve been doing!”

She rolled her eyes and continued, “Jacaerys is defending his claim at her side -”

“Baela and Rheana?”

“Baela is beside her betrothal, as she should be. Rheana is with Aegon and Viserys in the Vale.”

He sighed, “I’d have taken Corlys before you.”

“He is of far to high priority.” She glared, “You get me. If you’d have been more careful I wouldn’t be needed and I could be patrolling.”

“So that’s what she’s got you doing? Patrolling?”

“Ravens are slow, men even slower. Dragonback is the best way to get sights of our lands and the movements on them.” She explained, “Speaking of which, the riverlords are here.”

“They haven’t-”

“They haven’t arrived yet but they will in an hour, I flew over them.” She answered before she went inside,

“...Fucking-” He sighed following her, “We have an hour, time to change into a gown for the Riverland lords.”

“Alright,” She shrugged, “Off you go, to get dressed.” She glared,

“I meant you.”

“Seems a waste of my time.” she sighed, “We are at war, gowns seem pointless at this point,”

“You are … so much of your mother,” He barked,

She chuckled, “Is that meant to insult me?” She smiled, “I’d rather be a spitting image of my mother… than anything like you.” she spat, “Now let's get this sorted out before we all end up on spikes in Kings Landing.”

Daemon sat at the head of the table in Harrenhalls Grand chamber, Jaerra to his side with two seats between them, as in walked the Lord of the river lands. Jaerra raised an eyebrow given this was not the man from the many lords she saw from Dragonback whom she expected to be the lord. Lord Oscar Tully made his way in dressed in his fine amour, curls messy from his helmet. He simply nodded as a greeting to Daemon and his eyes flicked to Jaerra, he did a double take but focused his eyes forward.

“My condolences on the passing of your grandser.” Daemon spoke, “But the crown congratulates you on your ascension to the head of your house. And Lord Paramount of the Riverlands” He explained, “Truly Glorious well done,”

“I did nothing,” Oscar answered,

“Nevertheless, you are here which is the important thing.” Daemon nodded,

“You were quick enough to dismiss me before.”

“You were of no significance to me then.”

Jaerra sighed, rolling her eyes a little.

“Now. I shall have my great host you have a decision to make.” Daemon stood from his chair mostly to avoid the eyes of Jaerra, “Presume it is clear to you which is the right one.”

“You will forgive me, your grace… I am green. In this sort of matter. As you so kindly point out, but it does seem to me that you’ve made rather a mess here.” Oscar explained making sure to meet Daemon's eyes as he walked around him, “Countenancing barbarities in the queen's name.”

Jaerra choked back a small laugh but made no secret of her smile, as she rested her feet on the table,

“Who’s side are you on?” Daemon glared the boy down,

“... The river lands are held together by oaths.” Oscar nodded, “House Tully swore on oath to King Viserys Targaryen, We recognize the authority of the named heir Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen… And your own as her king consort.”

“Good.” Daemon nodded, “Then we should go to face your vassals and you shall call your banners to war,”

“That might be difficult my king,”

“Well… I was told they would come to heal When house tully declared it’s allegiance.”

“That… may be the case,” Oscar nodded, “But it is yet to be seen that they will heed my authority, as young as it is.”

“You are no older than my daughter.” Daemon chuckled as his eyes met Jaerra,

“... I’d further follow her than you.”

“Power and control don’t have an age. Merely a mindset.” Jaerra smiled,

Oscar nodded to her, “And there is another problem… they all hate you.” he turned back to Daemon,

“Everyone hates him.” Jaerra spoke up again, “Never stopped him before.”

“I don’t need their love, I need their swords.” Daemon glared,

The two in a deep moment of staring before the door opened,

“You’re grace, My lord, the river lords await. I fear we cannot delay them any longer.”

“Of course,” Daemon nodded, “Come along lord Oscar,”

Oscar nodded and walked out hand on his sword,

“You too.” He demanded to Jaerra,

She sighed setting her feet down on the stone floor and made her way out the door, but turned around as she passed Daemon walking backwards out the door, “I like him.”

“You would.” he glared, forcing her out with him.  

[missaengg]

Sweet, Little Hondje

Day 22 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Vampire | Theodorus van Gogh x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, alternate universe, omegaverse, breeding, p in v sex, alpha Theo, omega reader Prompts: Omegaverse/Breeding | “Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.” ao3 link here.

Lightning flashes across the night sky, quickly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Thick, angry clouds hang lowly covering the fullness of the round moon. A lone figure strides down the corridor, briefly illuminated by the elusive flash of light before he is invisible once more in the blanket of darkness.

He walks with purpose, gripped by an insatiable hunger, no amount of food or drink able to quench his undeniable appetite.

It is breeding night.

A tight ache grows in his loins. He hastens his pace, driven by the need to release his seed, a primal urge overtaking the entirety of his being. He stops only when he reaches a door. Yours.

He slips in, the opening and closing of the heavy wooden door a whisper in the velvety cover of the stormy night.

His cock twitches as you stir. He takes you in, an ethereal vision of virgin fertility.

“Master Theo?” Your voice is quiet, threaded with the heavy tendrils of sleep’s embrace. You slowly sit up, resting your back against your pillow.

You’re an innocent, delectable sight, dressed in a white nightgown with your soft hair tumbling around your shoulders. Pure. Untouched. Unravaged.

Theo gracefully moves to the side of your bed, his footsteps silenced by the luxuriously plush carpet. The bed dips where he sits. He catches a wayward lock of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“Hondje,” he says, “you know what day it is.”

A pregnant pause fills the air, your eyes growing wide as the implication of his words clear away the last of the sleepy fog and settles in your brain.

“I do.”

The nervous waver in your voice is hard to miss, and only serves to add to the excruciating throb of his arousal, now too large for the constraints of its clothed prison.

“You are in heat,” he simply states, his eyes glowing in the inky darkness.

A soft blush appears on your cheeks, the dusting of pink only adding to the allure of your virgin innocence.

“Y-yes, Master Theo.”

Theo doesn’t miss the way your thighs subtly press together underneath the blanket or the way your blush darkens from a soft pink to a flustered red or the way you deliciously shiver in his imposing presence. He gently cups your cheek.

“I… I am honored to be… be chosen.”

Theo caresses your soft skin with his thumb, barely restraining his animalistic need to claim you as his.

“I will try to be gentle, little one.”

You tremble, your doe-like eyes looking up at him both in fear and anticipation. “Thank you, Master Theo.”

The lovely innocence in your eyes is enticing. Theo climbs on top of you, forcefully parting your legs with his knee. He lowers his lips to yours, savoring how they flutter with inexperience, and he roughly traces the tip of his tongue along your supple lips, applying more pressure as you relax into his touch.

The friction of his knee against your cunt causes you to gasp, and Theo welcomes the opening, slipping his tongue in between your sweetly parted lips. He kneads your breast, soft and supple in his hands. He brushes his thumb against your pert nipple, and rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, he drags his lips down to your neck.

“Hah ah… Master Theo,” you moan.

Your sensual exclamation stokes the burning fire raging inside of him, and his desire getting the best of him, he sucks on your delicate flesh leaving behind a dark, red bruise. It’s getting harder and harder for him to hold his ravenous hunger at bay.

“You know what comes next, Hondje?”

“Y–yes.”

Your voice comes out as a sweet whisper, and Theo snaps. He pushes your nightgown past your hips, groaning as the lush waft of your arousal drifts into his nose. You smell intoxicating. He’s blinded by his desire to claim you as his.

He hooks his finger into the waistband of your underwear, ripping the delicate fabric and removing it with haste. The movement startles you, and you squeak, but Theo barely notices. He’s entranced by the way your sweet pussy clenches, glistening with your delectable arousal.

Beautiful.

Theo runs his tongue along your sex, tasting you like a man starved, a single thought crossing his mind.

Breeding you is going to be divine.

Theo’s suddenly aware of how constricting his clothes feel, and with a growl, he practically rips off his clothes. He sees the way your eyes bulge when they see him spring free, taking in the sheer size of his erection leaking with his ravenous need, the sight only fueling his heated inferno.

He grabs you by the waist, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, driven by his need to fill your womb with his seed.

“This may hurt.”

“Y–yes…”

Somewhere in Theo’s muddled mind, he notes your shaky sigh, the way you’re trying so hard to be brave at what’s coming next, but he’s too far gone, the animalistic instinct to breed you overtaking the rational part of his brain. He’s aching to feel your sweet cunt around him.

Theo plunges in, burying himself to the hilt, buzzing with pleasure as you cry out. He can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, clenching around him in a vice grip. Theo grunts. You’re spasming so tightly around his cock, it takes almost everything he has to hold onto his composure.

But your sweet cunt isn’t ready to accept his seed. Not yet.

Theo thrusts into you. Your walls are dragging along the shaft of his cock. He’s filled you so completely, his tip bumps against your soft cervix, the vibrations adding to the electric tingles spreading throughout his flushed body. You’re sucking him in, pulling him further and further into your blistering warmth.

Your eyes flutter closed, and then the most sinful moan tumbles from your lips.

Theo shudders. He can’t hold back any longer, and he’s pounding into you forcefully at a dizzying speed. You’re writhing under him, bucking your hips up to match his rhythm. Your moans are growing louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

While Theo doesn’t object to hearing your passionate screams, he doesn’t want you to catch the ire of the other omegas living on his estate, those who have yet to be chosen by him, those he passes over in favor of you. He shoves the closest item of clothing – his briefs – into your mouth.

“Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.”

An embarrassed blush crosses your face, but you comply, clamping your teeth down onto the fabric. Theo loses it at the sight of his soiled underwear stuffed into your pouting mouth. You look positively erotic. Your flushed face. Your disheveled hair. Your breathless moans.

He quickens his pace, slamming into you at an inhuman speed. The sound of furious squelching fills the room. Theo’s reeling, a frenetic pressure building within him, building until he bursts, and he’s spilling into you with his seed, flooding you with wave after wave of his cum. You’re convulsing around his cock, milking every last drop of his release.

Theo doesn’t move, struggling to catch his breath. Finally, he cracks his eyes open, taking in how adorable you look with your eyes glazed over and your little mouth open in a small circle. He presses his lips to your forehead.

“My good, little Hondje.”

Your eyes slide into focus as they settle on Theo. “Did I please you, Master Theo?”

Theo smirks, nipping at the dark bruise he left earlier. “Very much so, little one.” Something dark flashes through his sky blue eyes. “But, you’re not done pleasing me yet.”

He knows he won’t be until you’re so full of him, you have no choice, but to carry his child.

[echantedtoon]

Boo!

King Boo x Reader Oneshot.

The shadows danced as moonlight shown down along the dark homes in town. Dancing with the stars and laughing in glee with the darkness on the ground as the moon and stars above shined down watching their sinister dances as an audience would a beautiful ballet. It was very pretty in a way but your mind would only focus on high alert with the possible dangers within the shadows. Every alleyway felt like a hiding place for a monster. Every shadow a trap. And the light not much of a beacon of hope.

The sweet sunlight kisses the world good bye as the sun set on the world. Wishing it good bye to make way for the cruel night that way ahead. Bathing the world in darkness tinted in white by his sister the moon as she dawned her best war paint and climbed higher into the darkened sky to claim her rightful place as Queen of the dark realm. That readd a sign to all her dark children that tonight would be the night for mischief and mayhem. Danger and chaos. Those who refuse to heed the warnings are fated to die to be spirited away never to be seen again. So hide away and don't make a sound. Never answer the door no matter what. And above all else be weary.

The darkness of night was always dangerous to those whom did not heed the warnings of the monsters whom lurked within the abyss and shadows.

The woman knew that more than anyone else very well. Often finding herself confined within it's hold. Innocence ensnared like a bird within it's cage. Singing it's innocent melodies despite being condemned to be surrounded by cold iron bars. Forever ongoing. Swirling, swirling around

The sun sank beneath the horizon to make way for his sister the moon to take her rightful place upon her throne of darkness surrounded by her army men of stars and comets. 'Come out!' She cried out to her dark children that hid from the light. 'My brother and his infernal light is gone. Once more come out to greet your mother and wreck discord upon thine earth. Have your fun dancing in my gentle glow and bask in the darkness that I reign upon as I watch over you.' The monsters woul answer their mother's cries. Dancing. Reigning havoc over the darkness. Bringing entropy to every household they manage to invade.

Tonight would heed no difference as curtains closed out the soft moonlight lighting the way for monsters. Nothing to see with except the ominous wafting glimmer of candlelight. Footsteps echoed through the darkened room telling of the witchcraft to be spoken of tonight. 

Pale flesh as snow. Hair as shiny ebony as the ravens. And a determination set of conjuring wicked wilds. A spell mumbled past lips as reflections casted off darkly. Mirror rippling like water behind a glass.

"Full moon on the rise. New moon hides from eyes. Dark moon crystalized in skies."

The candlelight flickered. A ghastly coldness sinking inside the locked room. The darkness circling the mirror and seeping into the looking glass. Absorbing it's darkness as a makeshift offering to bring forth the damned conjured.

"One of strongest boo power comes back up from the ground! To enchant the world all around."

A wind echoed throw as draft. Snuffing out the candlelights until a single flame remained on the vanity. Illuminating her distorted face within the reflection. A wind echoed throw as draft. Snuffing out the candlelights until a single flame remained on the vanity. Illuminating her distorted face within the reflection.Faster the ripples swirled and danced. Her mirror form's smile disappearing completely in their grasp.

Black went the mirror completely. Gone went the swirls and no reflection. Just an empty hole to be found. The silence intensifying. Not a whisper from even the small beetle scurrying away in fear, fleeting from the monster that was to come devoir.

"King Boo?"

Time slowed to nothing. Silence as the last candle flickered out. Shutting the world in darkness as her smile widened. Hand reaching out to touch the surface of the darkened glass, nothing stopping her hand from slipping inside- But the empty grip was soon filled with another's hand on her own and two sickening magenta eyes that pierced the night ambience.

"You summoned me after finally so long? Good. I was starting to believe I'd have to trap you in a painting just to get you to spend time with me."

She giggled. "Sorry. But sometimes summoning takes time especially with real life obligations to do."

"That's no excuse! Now get in here and spend time with me! I've got a very special 'appointment ' with E. Gadd later."

"Another painting trap?"

"Actually this one involves a fake hotel trap that's sure to work! Otherwise you'll find me in a jar again."

[howlingday]

So I just thought of an angsty Rwby au involving jaune being Ravens kid. But here’s the kicker Raven would y’know still be behind the scenes watching Yang as she does, but with Jaune and his siblings she actually gets to be a mom for them in ways she couldn’t for Yang.

And I just imagine Jaune being a huge mamas boy and having a great relationship with raven.

And I just also envisioned him with statkillers sword skills for some reason

Is this idea evil? Yes.

But it is a good idea imo

"I can't wait!" Nora bounced in her seat like a little kid going to the fair. She got some odd looks from the other hangar patrons. "We're gonna meet Jaune's whole family! His mom, his dad, his brothers-"

"Sisters." Jaune corrected.

"-his brothers and sisters-" Nora continued.

"No, Nora, I only have sisters. I'm the only brother." Nora looked him up and down. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing." She looked away. "Figured a brother would be bigger."

"Huh?"

"What's your family like, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, steering the conversation away from Nora.

"They're great!" Jaune said with a smile. "Though, not everybody is gonna be there. Saph's moving into her new house in Argus and getting ready for her wife to give birth, the twins are living somewhere close to Vytal, and Mom is probably on a mission again."

"Oh, is she a huntress?" Ruby asked.

"She used to be. Now she's in charge of her own mercenary company. She gets really busy."

"Wow..." Ruby had stars in her eyes. "Your mom sounds really cool~!"

"Well, she clearly dropped the ball on you." Weiss rolled her eyes. "Seeing as you arrived at Beacon with no training." Jaune gave a sheepish chuckle. "Honestly, how did that even happen?"

"To be fair," Jaune gave his cheek a scratch, "Beacon was kind of a last minute decision. Mom didn't know until it was too late."

"What was her reaction when she found out?" Blake asked.

"Well..."

'Flight 2314 for Ansel is now boarding.'

"Let's just say she wasn't too thrilled."

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"Jaune!"

"Hey, Dad!" Jaune walked up to and hugged an older man with faded blond hair. Twice Jaune's size and wearing a white and gold t-shirt and business slacks, he looked exactly what everyone expected Jaune to look like in twenty years. "These are my friends. This is Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren from my team, and my sister team of Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang."

"Hi~!"

"Hello!"

Greetings."

"Hi!"

"Weiss Schnee."

"Hello."

"Hey, 'sup!"

"Pleasure to meet you all! I'm Nick, and Jaune's told quite a bit about you kids." Jaune's dad shook each of their hand, shaking some off their feet. "So where's baggage claim? Don't want to keep everyone waiting at the house."

"I don't know about everyone." Jaune chuckled.

"Yup, everyone. Even your sisters came down!" He grinned. "I'd hate to keep your mother waiting."

"Mom's home?!" Jaune asked with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. At a nod from his dad, Jaune lept for joy and walked quickly to baggage claim.

"Huh." Yang smirked. "Never seen someone so airsick move so fast AFTER throwing up."

The group hurried after Jaune, weaving around other passengers to catch up. Meanwhile, Nick kept a close eye on Yang. There was a scowl to his face, andhe knew exactly why.

---------------------------------------------------

"Here we are." Nick sang as he parked the... well, to call it a 'car' would be misleading. Turns out, it was a vehicle well suited for ten people and their luggage, eight of which would be teens and younger. "And how is the man of the hour?"

"Uh..." Jaune took deep breaths. Even as a kid, he got carsick easily. Thankfully, cars were a lot easier for him now than bullheads. "I'm good."

"You sure?" Nick chuckled. "Wouldn't want your mom to see her only son thrown up on himself."

"Like it's the first time." Jaune climbed out and looked at his home. It was a fairly big house in the country-side; two-stories, basement, attic, outdoor pool with patches of tape. He couldn't help but smile.

"Wow..." Nora gasped in wonder. "So this is where you grew up?" She nodded. "Guess it makes sense. Nothing about you says 'city kid'."

"Uh, thanks, Nora?" Jaune wasn't sure if he should take it as a compliment or an insult. What he did know, though...

"It's about time you showed up!" ...was whose voice that was.

Jaune whirled and saw an older woman with long, black hair and piercing red eyes. He smiled back at the woman who raised him almost all of his life. He raised his hand in the air.

"Hey, Mo-"

"RAVEN!" Jaune whirled again, catching a bit of motion sickness, and saw Yang huffing like a bull, ready to charge. Her eyes were red, just like when she was mad. Just like his mom's always were.

"Oh..." And just like that, Jaune had another sister.