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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Twenty-Four

Rating: Explicit Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen

Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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Author's Note: My love to @foxinthegodswood for the last minute beta! And many thanks to everyone hanging in there with me <3 HAPPY SMUTMAS

Summary: A long awaited interlude between Aegon and Abby.

Chapter Twenty-Four - Came Into My Bed, Told Me That My Hair Was Red

Abby had checked on the security of the mounted braziers around her rooms three times. She had shifted the protective grate in front of the fireplace double that, ensuring the rug was out of reach, that no linens were hanging too close to any sources of fire. She lay in bed, alone in the quiet with the curtains closed, open, half closed, and still she could not find sleep.

Rising once again, she peered out through the diamond glass windows to the gardens, observing the flickering light from the torches that bordered the meandering trails. Abby had seen Lord Tyland and her cousin, Elayna, slipping away after supper, flushed with drink and their arms wrapped around one another into the gardens. Aegon’s company eluded her, despite her longing for escape. There was always someone lurking, watching. As if their play would result in her walking down the aisle in two days with a swollen belly.

It didn't matter. She’d asked to be alone that night, gently pushing Wylla from the bed. The elder girl had cocked her head, reaching down to stroke the stray curls from Abby’s face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Are you sure?” Wylla had asked her softly as Abby curled in on herself in the bed. “I know I’m not who you need right now,none of us are, mo chara ghràdh, but I would not leave you alone in your head.” Abby had giggled softly amidst her strange aching. It had been interesting the past few days, learning the minor differences between the northern tongue and the riverlands. Both were so deeply similar, yet certain words were different. It helped ease some of the ache, but Wylla had been right. None of them were who she needed.

It was the peace she would have to make.

The scrape and clink of the lock drew her attention to the door and Abby shifted on the window seat to watch Aegon slip in. Abby did not run to him, curled up as she was, but she did give him a wan smile after he’d locked the door behind him.

“Were you waiting for the coast to be clear?” she asked him, pulling her legs further up against her chest and burrowing deeper into her nightgown. She should have retrieved her dressing gown for the extra warmth, but could not bring herself to do so.

“Your northern guard came and got me,” Aegon said as he approached, taking his own robe off and wrapping it around her snugly before he sat on the bench beside her. His blood ran hot, skin always warm, so she’d found it surprising he’d worn a robe to come see her. Modesty, perhaps? That also seemed strange for him. Regardless, Abby hummed and snuggled into the warm velvet, and Aegon reached out to lift her feet into his lap, wrapping his hands around them. It almost hurt at first to feel how hot his skin was against how cold her toes were and she wiggled them. “Pity I missed the pair of you in bed together.”

“That is our private time,” Abby said primly. “No boys allowed. And thank you for addressing her as my guard.” Aegon’s nicknames had been unkind, and she’d made sure to put a stop to it, just as she prodded at Wylla for her own contributions to the sniping. She would not have the two of them poking each other too harshly, and even when it made her feel uncertain and babied, she appreciated their getting along since coming to Harrenhal.

Aegon’s teeth flashed in the streak of moonlight coming through the window as he grinned at her, fingers working into the balls of her feet that made her toes spread out and a shiver course up her spine. “Do you like that?”

“Mmmm, yes, don’t stop.” She flexed and stretched her legs out further so he could more easily tend her. Abby leaned her head back, fingers playing with the end of the coil of hair over her shoulder, eyes looking up at the cloudless sky littered with stars. Tomorrow, the festivities began. Fireworks from Dorne and candlelit barges along the lake, dancing and music would be held in the gardens and in the yard surrounded by the melted towers of Harrenhal. Firefly-like lanterns would adorn the space. The Riverlands and the realm had all come together to celebrate their wedding.

To wait and see what upheaval the crown would announce.

Hands left her feet and grabbed her arms. Abby yelped as Aegon hauled her into his lap, maneuvering her around so her back was against his chest, and his feet propped up so she sat along his legs. She wriggled in protest, but Aegon’s arms tightened around her and his lips brushed along her ear, teeth nipping softly.

“You were going far away,” he told her, as if scolding her. “I had to catch you.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, and she sighed, knowing he was right.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the ache pulsing in her chest constricting her words. “I did not mean to.” Tendrils of things she could not see had hooked around her limbs since she came back to the riverlands, tugging her like the song she swore she heard on the whistling wind through the cracks of the castle. Aegon always had the knack for pulling her back to the moment when her thoughts whirled so quickly she was a feather on the breeze. Now, it seemed, she needed to hold his hand lest she vanish into the forest like she nearly had the day of their arrival, the morning mist clinging to the edges of her skirts, the song and the whispers drawing her away and deep into something that tickled in the corners of her mind.

Aegon’s warm fingers cradled her jaw, and he tilted her face so their eyes could meet. The lilac of his gaze was a thin rim, pupils blown in the dim room, a pensive look on his face seeming more intense as the shadows highlighted the cut of his jaw and his cheekbones, deceptively soft in the light of day. His touch did not hurt, but it was firm. If she wanted to pull out of it, Abby knew that she could. Instead, she melted further into him, meeting his gaze.

“Do… do not go far from me, Abrogail,” he whispered, only barely audible in their proximity. He tightened the arm he had banded around her, and Abby wanted to break open his ribs and crawl inside to reassure him, greedily claiming the warmth and possession of the man who held her—the one who was still so lost, still such a boy in so many ways. Abby reached up a little awkwardly to cup his cheek in her cold hand, thumb stroking along his lightly freckled skin, drinking in the warmth of his touch, the love in his gaze.

“I will not go far from you,” she swore, a vow meant for blood. “I will not, I swear.”

The kiss was anything but chaste and innocent, as they’d been forced to satisfy themselves with beneath the many watchful eyes. Aegon licked his way deep inside, claiming her, reminding her of his taste and his touch. She trembled against him and her fingers dove deeper into his silver curls while she shifted in his lap to better take him. There was nothing in her head but the taste and feel of him, the way his hand moved from cradling her jaw to cupping her throat, his thumb pressing gently along her hammering pulse. Her free hand pressed against his shoulder to shove him back against the pillows so he would stay still, but there was no illusion who drove the kiss. She could feel the arousal tug deep in her belly with each stroke of his tongue, the pressure along her pulse from his hand. When they broke apart, she pressed her forehead against his, the pair of them gulping each other’s exhales and their lips brushing, unable to stop.

She tried to find words, say his name, but could not. Aegon let out a small whine beneath her. Abby gave him a gentle, suckling kiss to soothe him, and his hips rolled up into hers. He whimpered into her mouth as she ground down, taking in her own mewling reply before he broke them apart, pushing her away slightly.

They were both breathing hard, Aegon’s fair skin flushed, his mouth swollen red. His gaze raked over her face and his large, hot hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking against her skin, against the corner of her mouth. She nipped at the pad of his thumb with a little growl, rolling her hips against him as a lazy smirk bloomed across his face and his eyes fluttered at the pressure of her against where he’d grown hard.

For her. Only for her.

He would be her husband and share her bed. It would be her that he swore vows in front of the realm and to the gods. Not Cassandra Baratheon or some exotic Essosi bride or a fair-haired Lannister or a Redwyne with a fleet to challenge the Sea Snake.

He was her Aegon, who whimpered beneath her mouth and hungered for her, who begged for her to not leave him, who she was certain would tie and bind them together just as desperately as she wanted to and the need only grew. She was not a dragon. Fire did not course in her blood. She was his rabbit, she liked being his rabbit, but she was a lion too and she had claws that she didn’t quite know how to use, but she would, just as fiercely as any dragon.

“You’re mine,” she snarled, the anger and hurt that Cassandra had burned inside her flaring. Was it a snarl that escaped her? She didn’t know. Her blood was a pounding drumbeat pulsing in her neck, in her ears. Abby watched the way his eyes widened, the slow smirk turning darker, delight and curiosity, and shades she couldn’t recognize but felt a tug deep and low in her belly. “This is my castle, and you will be my husband.”

Had she ever let herself do this? The hungry way he looked at her told her that she hadn’t. Of course she hadn’t. Abby kept it locked away, always giving and never taking. She wanted to take. She deserved to take after giving everything, didn’t she?

Aegon pulled at the rich robe he’d wrapped her in, harsh and impatient tugs while she turned and wriggled in his lap, turning her way out of the robe and the brocade falling to the floor. She straddled his lap and her knees pressed into the soft, red velvet cushions on either side of him, the soft fabric of her nightgown hiked up along her thighs with the angle. Abby pushed the hair from his brow, teeth caught on her lip as his gaze raked over her, his eyes dark with the heat that reflected her own. Aegon toyed with the coil of copper hair over her shoulder, pulling soft whimpers from her with each tug.

There was so much left. So much that had not been touched that she dared not crack open. She wanted to trust him, and part of her did, but it had been buried so deep for so long that Abby didn’t know if anyone could be trusted to unearth what she'd hidden away.

He nipped at her mouth, hard enough that it might have hurt had it not sent a flood of heat between her thighs, or drawn a whimper from her, his name dragged out on her broken voice. Aegon’s hands dropped to her knees and tucked beneath the embroidered hem of her linen nightgown, shoving it up to bare her thighs. His hands were burning on her cold skin and she relished in it.

“Come here,” she commanded in a trembling whisper with her mouth against his so not even the ghosts could hear her. Only Aegon. Only for him. “Fill me up.”

‘Break me open and come inside.’

Arousal was sticky and hot in her veins, coursing thick and making her languid, making her shiver. Refusing to be denied, Abby dove into the heat of his mouth as his fingers found the damp heat of her cunt and stroked her experimentally. Her knees buckled and Aegon swallowed her delighted gasp, the pair of them trembling, her with relief and anticipation both.

Give me this, please, oh please.

As if she spoke aloud, Aegon didn’t hesitate. He didn’t tease her before sinking two fingers inside. She cried out, loud and bright and without restraint, rising up on her knees and her hips rocking into his touch. The stretch was warm, only a slight discomfort at the initial intrusion. With the broken kiss, Aegon’s mouth found her cheek and jaw, teeth and lips nipping and grazing, suckling kisses along her skin and sending blooms of heat beneath each affection.

The neckline of her nightgown was untied at some point and fell down to gather around her waist and the tops of her thighs. His teeth caught on her breast, biting with more purpose than his suckling kisses that left blossoms of red in his wake. She cried out, fingers tangled in his hair and pulling, desperate for all of him. The sound of his fingers inside of her was nearly as loud as her cries and she rose on her knees to give his hand more space. Abby’s head fell back and her eyes looked out the window and the way she could see the moon just past the dripping wisteria that he’d brought from Rhaenys’ garden and the slight ripple of their own reflections between the colored glass rivers that decorated the paned glass.

His fingers twisted against that spot inside of her that he taught her how to find and Abby’s vision went hazy, knees buckling and nails clawing at his shoulder when she gripped him for purchase. Words were lost, Aegon’s mouth noisily suckling her breasts and the ridges of her collarbones and her cries joining the sounds of her soaking cunt its own song in the chamber.

A loud half squeal, half cry tore from her when Aegon leaned up to drag his teeth against her pulse and her hips lost their rhythm, stuttering and losing the easy roll that she’d developed as the pressure inside of her increased, a bow drawn taught. His thumb swiped against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and between the pressure inside and out, Abby came with a loud cry, heedless of who heard, a gush of wetness soaking his arm and both their laps, her hands clawing and pulling at him, his mouth sealed along the soft curve of her jaw, teeth holding her in place.

“There you go,” Aegon whispered into her skin where her pulse rushed, drawing her into him as her trembling thighs could no longer hold her up. There was the touch of teeth again, the sound of his mouth kissing against her skin. His other hand came up to push the tendrils of hair that clung to her sweaty temples, her cheeks and the corners of her mouth. She nosed into his hair and felt the pounding of his heart echoing into her chest where her breasts crushed against him, aching nipples scratching against the linen of his own shirt.

He lifted his slick hand, sucking a finger into his mouth before holding his hand up to her. Abby swallowed his middle and ring finger down, greedily tasting herself as he grinned at her before leaning down to lick some of her slick that had coursed down his arm. The obscenity of it should have shocked her to stillness, but instead, it only spurred her own, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. She needed more as she sucked on his fingers before he drew them away with a pop.

“You’re so beautiful when you fall.” Abby’s gaze caught his; fire and such a possessive want that had the arousal heating even as her body struggled to come down.

“Come with me,” she begged, or maybe she was ordering him, her shaking fingers pushing the hair from his face and tilting his head back a little more. Aegon laughed, low and vibrating through her. She smiled in return, the giddiness rushing through the arousal and began pulling at his shirt, chanting, “Off, off! Get this off!” as they both laughed, tangled and twisting from the clothing.

The pair of them tossed aside the flimsy material. Abby immediately leaned down to run her mouth and teeth along his shoulder, shifting awkwardly while Aegon worked her own gown over her legs to lay discarded along with his.

“I’m sick of waiting,” Aegon said, leaning her back just a bit and capturing her mouth, tongue stroking against hers, licking at the soft insides of her mouth. She whined, and he whimpered when she wrapped her hand around his cock, the flared head slick with moisture that she used to aid her movements.

She shifted on her knees to take him, but a loud slap! and the accompanying sting and startled cry gave her pause. “What was that for?” she hissed, pouting and confused. “You said-”

“Let me,” Aegon commanded, his voice low. Abby felt a deep pulse between her thighs as the tone of his words ignited sparks through her veins. She struggled against his manhandling, only enough to hear him growl and smack his hand across her bottom again.

Aegon shifted on the window seat, spreading his legs a little more and adjusting her before he lifted his damp hand to spit in his palm. He held it up to her. “Go on, help me,” he said, his lilac gaze nearly blown completely black. Abby nodded and spat in his hand, watching curiously as her spit mingled with his. She giggled when he nipped her mouth sharply, tugging at her lower lip hard enough for her to feel it when he let go. Abby gripped his shoulders to steady herself as she rose on her knees and looked down, their heads touching as they both watched him wrap a hand firmly around himself.

Abby stared and audibly whined while watching him stroke his cockhead through her slick folds, his other hand on her hip to keep her from moving too much. The tip of him nestled in, familiar and warm as he gently pressed inside. He’d pressed only the tip inside her, dragging against her, teasing the pair of them over the past months, and she was so tired of waiting.

If he put a babe in her belly now, it would be seen as a fortunate sign from the gods; a wedding night blessing of their union.

She wriggled in his hold and Aegon groaned, his fingers spasming on her hip. “Easy now,” he instructed, their gazes fixated on where he was slowly sliding into her. Abby lowered herself down, the stretch of him increasing, the pressure and discomfort something she was aware of beneath the desire and the all-consuming want of him.

She soon discovered it wasn’t easy. Abby could not drop down, nothing so simple as when she would drag her needy cunt over him to content herself with the shape of him pressing against her. She tried to sink down a few inches and found that her progress had stopped. Slowly, Aegon helped her rise back up and she lowered herself again, lip caught between her teeth in concentration. Gods help her. He felt so good, but the stretch was more than she expected. There was a sting, a burn as she tried to take him that she had not anticipated. It was sharp, like the feeling of slicing one’s finger on parchment, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek at the new discomfort. Once more she rose and once more she sunk down, taking him in bit by bit.

“I-I can’t… I want.. Why won’t it…” She gulped for air. The arousal was still sticky hot in the depths of her belly, in the crooks of her elbows and where the sweat gathered behind her knees, but her frustration was growing, the subtle pain growing with it as she felt her body tense with the newfound limits of her body. Abby looked at him helplessly. His flushed face was contorted in pleasure and heat, gaze fixed on where they were joined before he met her eyes.

Aegon leaned in to lick into her mouth, stroking against her tongue like how his fingers stroked inside her. “Breathe,” he told her between kisses and looking down at where he disappeared inside of her. Again she rose, and this time Aegon tugged her down further. Something in the way he pushed past her body’s resistance twisted the coil in her belly tighter and she cried out, mouth wet, eyes fluttering. It hurt, yes, like the feeling of thorns pricking along her skin, but more than that was the pleasure of finally having him.

Aegon’s breathing grew labored as they slowly worked her down, his fingers pressing hard enough into her waist to bruise, the other hand gripping her left thigh now that he no longer had to hold himself steady lest he slip out of her.

When he finally sunk fully into her, she could feel him in her throat, behind her ribs, nestling inside her like she’d always wanted. The need to crack open her ribs and cage him inside of her to keep her warm, to keep him safe, to keep him with her always and forever, never far from her, never gone, never alone finally, for this moment, felt fulfilled. Complete.

“Aegon,” she whined, hiccuping at the end of his name, and leaned down to kiss him, to taste him, her hands gripping his shoulders as his own gripped her waist, her thigh. Abby thought he might leave bruises come the morning.

‘Mark me, claim me. Stay inside me, don’t ever leave me. Never leave, not you.’

Aegon slowly helped her rise higher and higher until Abby thought he’d slip from her and she grew frantic, her fingers clawing at his shoulders until he hissed with pain and pleasure. “Don’t you dare take me off, don’t you dare, Aegon.” Her attempt at ordering him to keep his cock in her was a shaky, hiccuping mess that earned a throaty laugh. Aegon kissed her words away and helped her back down until he was fully seated in her.

Again and again, Aegon lifted her because her legs were useless things, a fawn unable to hold herself up. Up and down, over and over, until the pinch and discomfort of her body trying to accommodate him began to fade. Finally, she was able to fight his control, if only a little. Abby rocked her hips, pushing down on his shoulders for purchase while trying to lift herself, seeking the control, refusing to give it all to him.

Aegon needed to know he was hers. He was hers to seek pleasure from. Hers to claim. Just because he was a dragon didn’t give him the right to decide how quickly she could ride him.

She would not admit that there was a coil of heat that spread through her as he controlled, guided, commanded her. Abby simply would not share it for now.

The rhythm was soon found between suckling kisses and insistent twitches of her hips, Aegon’s own hips snapping up as Abby found her balance. A dance she was unfamiliar with, but her body seemed to understand what was expected, even if they weren’t in sync, much like how she would step on his feet or bump into him during dance practice. Between moans of pleasure and thready laughter, Abby gave into the feeling. One hand continued to grip his shoulder, leaving red, crescent moons from her nails and scratch marks when she scrambled and the other reached up to press against the cold glass window so she could get on her knees to better ride him. She squealed when Aegon leaned down to lick at the ticklish skin beneath her arm before snaring an aching nipple with tongue and teeth. Her skin was mottled red from his bites and kisses and she’d relish each one in the morning.

The cold glass against her palm centered her, kept her from fully giving over into the haze of pleasure, the shine of lightning through her veins, the roiling, syrupy heat that made her hips jerk. When she came down, Abby ground her hips against his in an attempt to find a new bit of pressure that pressed against that place inside of her. Aegon’s hand went between them and his calloused fingers rolled her clit idly, stroking absently like he would her temple when she rested her head upon his shoulder. The light and tender touch had her cry out, body taught and back arching.

“Come on,” he consoled her. “You’re so close. I know you are, hunītsos.” He kissed her cheeks, her mouth, and she sought his taste in return. Aegon’s fingers still danced over her, his other arm banding around her to hold her close. Abby clung to him as the pressure increased, his thumb moving faster, his hips rolling up until the kiss broke, a wordless cry echoing through the chamber as she clenched around him, sobbing as pleasure rolled through her. She could barely hear his own grunt and shout after her, but she could feel the warmth of him spilling inside of her, filling her in all the ways she’d been desperate for these months.

Coming down didn’t feel like crashing. It felt like she was floating, warm, hazy, and heavy-limbed, melting into Aegon’s arms until she was certain that she would simply slip beneath his skin. They slumped back against the window seat and her legs splayed awkwardly on either side of him, face buried into his neck and he nuzzled into her hair. Aegon’s breathing labored in her ear and her own rushed through her. Dimly, she was aware of an ache, but it didn’t deserve her attention right now.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his salty skin and snuggling in more. “I love you so much.”

Aegon vibrated beneath her, humming into her hair. “I love you too. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and sighed, further relaxing into him. “Did I hurt you?” Aegon’s answer was a soft laugh and a whisper of the negative against her ear, arms wrapped tightly around her. Abby rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, a sleepy smile across her face. “Thank you for letting me ride you.”

Aegon’s answering laughter was just as loud and bright as her earlier cries of pleasure.

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hotd-bigbang · 3 months ago

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Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit)

Author: @queen--kenobi | Artist: @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Rating: Explicit | Pairing(s): Tyland Lannister x OFC | Word count: 10,317

Warnings: Major character death, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, AngstAngst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Porn, Smut, Praise Kink, References to Depression, Postpartum Depression, Aemond is dead before the story begins, Voyeurism, Dubious Consent

Summary: When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur.

Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.

Read on AO3.

#hotd big bang #house of the dragon #house of the dragon big bang #house of the dragon fandom #hotd #hotd fan fiction #hotd fandom #house of the dragon fan fiction

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sikudastoner · 1 month ago

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(@queen--kenobi) Mabel and Elayna's kids natch hehehe

Ughhhh I was gonna send a Mabel x Elayna x Tyland ask first. You beat me to it 😔.

Name: Walden Reyne.

Gender: Male

General appearance: His mothers look almost like sisters, so I imagine he’s like them but tall or average height (Mabel is tall, I forgot how tall Elayna is but she gives tall girl energy.) He definitely has Mabel’s unibrow but she shaves or plucks it everyday. I’m not saying Tyland has a type… I’m just saying…

Personality: Oh god, a spoiled brat. Mabel is incapable of saying no and he inherited Elayna’s brattiness. Otherwise, I think he’s a sweetheart, mayhaps a bit of a gentleman? I think he’s got two awesome moms so not much could go wrong. Very charming. He’s like Randel and does everything in his strength to not become Tymon.

Special Talents: Card games and gambling.

Who they like better: Mabel, it’s easier to manipulate her into getting what he wants.

Who they take after more: Elayna

Personal headcanon: I feel like his gaydar is unmatched and undefeated. @ tymon lannister you can fool all of westeros but you can’t fool Walden.

Faceclaim: Josh Whitehouse

#oc: elayna reyne #oc: mabel waters

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queen--kenobi · 6 months ago

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Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Ty for the tag @patchmates !!!!!!

So. I'm gonna do two because I've got both a SFW and NSFW one going hehehe

(Putting tags up here: @emilykaldwen @baba-fett @ewanmitchellcrumbs @huramuna @lya-dustin @selfproclaimedunicorn and anyone else who might want to!)

Tylands nods. He seems content with her answer. He leans back in his desk chair, lacing his hands as he does so and placing them in his lap.

"How is your dad?"

For the NSFW

Tyland inhales sharply as Elayna moves her hand slowly up his thigh. She drags her nails lightly over the fabric of his swim trunks and moves closer towards him, nestling into his side. Tyland’s eyes go dark as he looks at her.

Elayna tilts her head up. She pauses when her lips are centimeters from his, so close if he were to just lean down the slightest bit, he could kiss her. His blue eyes focus on the curve of her lips. Elayna smirks.

"You can touch me, you know." She breathes. She takes hold of his hand and places it on her thigh, pressing his palm into the space just below the ties of her bikini.

#persephone writes #oc: elayna reyne #pairing: what happens in Paris...#fic: what happens in Paris...#Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #Tyland Lannister x OFC

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queen--kenobi · 27 days ago

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Day Thirteen: Presents and Praise Kink

Tyland Lannister x OC

12 Days of Smuffmas 2024

Warnings: NSFT (praise kink, cockwarming, dom!Elayna, PiV, cowgirl)

All the prompts are by the lovely @ewanmitchellcrumbs

“You're doing so well.”

Tyland’s hands shake. Elayna smirks against his neck, her lips tantalizing close to the delicate skin. Every word brushes those sinful lips against his ear. The rose and sage oil blend she uses for her baths flood his senses; each unsteady inhale makes his head spin even more than the last one. He swallows. Carefully, he reaches towards the present, wrapped in a silken red cloth and tied tight with leather cords. Tyland leans forward as he reaches, and both of them moan at the sensation.

He brushes up against a spot deep within her. Despite her cool demeanor, Elayna fists her hands in his doublet. Tyland struggles, hands shaking as he battles the building urge to slide down onto the floor and fuck her properly. He inhales, trying to find his center.

“Merely a moment longer.” Elayna hums. She kisses his neck, unraveling more and more of his control. “You are doing so well for me. Don't ruin it.”

Tyland nods. He nearly drops the gift with how hard his hands shake. Elayna shifts, and Tyland nearly sobs. She's warm and wet and tight around him; all he wants is to fuck her, but the reward of waiting will be worth it. He begins picking at the leather with fumbling hands. Elayna rests her head in the crook of his neck. Eventually, Tyland undoes the last knot, and the silk slips away to reveal an ornate wooden box. His hands almost scratch the wood as he tries to find the opening.

“Stop.” Tyland’s hands fall away from the box at her command. Elayna rocks her hips slightly. “You can... that can wait.”

Tyland sets the box to the side. As soon as it touches the side table, Elayna takes hold of his hands and puts them on her hips. She then pulls back and places her hand on his face.

“You're so good to me.” She breathes. Tyland stares at her, completely transfixed. His hands flex, fingers digging into the meat of her hips. Her brown eyes echo the expression of lust on his face.

“I'm going to move now.” Elayna warns him. She moves up slowly, and Tyland nearly whimpers. He actually does so when she drops her hips back down.

“Good, ah, good boy.” The words fall from Elayna's lips like a prayer. Tyland swears. Elayna calls him plenty of pet names but this? This is a new one. Tyland’s head falls into the crook of Elayna’s neck. He reacts instinctively, kissing every of her skin he can reach. Elayna moans. Her hips rock. She moves with a little more purpose and agency.

“Oh, you like that? You like being my good boy?” Elayna's movements turn into a steadily building bounce. Tyland’s hips chase after hers. “Fuck. You're so good for me. You are far better to me than I deserve.”

Pleasure builds and surges through him, drowning out the slight embarrassment. Each little gasp and moan falling from Elayna's mouth only feeds the flame within him.

“I'm... I'm not nearly as good as you deserve.” It takes him a minute to find his words, all thoughts falling apart in the presence of upcoming rapture.

“You are so much better to me than I deserve. You are smart, and kind, and, ah, handsome. You are beyond perfect to me.”

The thread snaps. Elayna squeals, equal parts delight and surprise. Tyland grips her waist tightly and moves her up and down on his cock. Elayna aides him as best she can, but she only goes so fast. Tyland thrusts up into her. Elayna wraps her arms around his neck, small almost hiccuping noises leaving her. The sound of their coupling fills the room. All Tyland smells is sex. All Tyland tastes is the sweat on Elayna’s skin. All Tyland feels is Elayna.

When Elayna comes apart in his hold, Tyland tips over the edge not long after, a whine of her name on his lips. Elayna stays in his lap for a moment. She presses a kiss to his temple. Tyland reaches up and gently pushes her hair out of her face.

“I meant what I said. You are far, far better to me than I deserve.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #12 days of smuffmas #nsft #persephone writes

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9. "It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you." for elayna reyne

Courting Prompts

Also tagging @mekaylynn since you asked for this one as well! I'm so sorry this took me ages to fill sdsdsd

Even from her spot tucked away in the gardens, Elayna hears the sounds of the feast. She closes her eyes for a moment. The night air feels blessedly cool, easing the warmth from her skin. She inhales slowly, trying her best to steady her breathing.

She enjoys these events. Elayna truly does. More often than not, she finds herself in the middle of the crowd, making people laugh or dancing. She refuses to stop until her feet hurt, and even then, she never strays far away from the action. She always wakes up after with her throat hoarse from talking and giggling.

She hates tonight feels different. An acrid, bitter taste lingers on her tongue. No matter how much wine she drinks or food she eats, it won't go away. It amplifies the agitation in her bones and muscles, causes her entire body to feel pulled tight like a bow string. Her jaw hurts from how hard she clenches it, baring down on her own teeth and tongue to the point of pain. She tries to swallow the irritation, but it only serves to make it worse.

Elayna huffs. She opens her eyes. She glares up at the night sky, not because it wronged her but simply because it's there. She glowers at the darkness above her. Her hands fists at her sides, fingers angrily digging into the material of her skirts.

“Elayna! There you are!”

Elayna blinks. She slowly lowers her head. Her scowl eases, slowly transforming into a soft smile despite herself. Tyland makes his way towards her, his face slightly flush but no stumble in his steps.

“Having fun?” She tries to keep her voice even. Elayna's mood sits on the knife's edge between sour and relieved. She reminds herself Tyland isn't the source of her agitation.

“Mmmhhmm. Much.” Tyland stops once he reaches her. He considers the column beside the bench she sits on and carefully leans against it, bracing himself on one forearm before deciding to lean against it fully. “I would be having a better time if you were in there with us.”

Elayna sniffs.

“I merely needed some air is all.”

“You disappeared without a word.” He frowns. A note of genuine hurt creeps into his voice. Irritation sweeps through her. What does he have to be hurt about?

“I would have thought your new friend would have kept you appraised.”

Elayna turns her head away. Her anger turns inward as soon as she speaks, the bitter feeling double crossing her. She hates this. She should be better than this. She shouldn't let petty jealousy get under her skin in such a manner.

“My new friend?” Seven bless him, Tyland does seem genuinely confused. He blinks. The hurt frown shifts to a pinched look. “I don't- oh! No. No! I wouldn’t call her my friend. She...” He pauses. Elayna bites her tongue. If she were in a forgiving mood, him losing his train of thought for a second would be endearing.

“She seems to think you're friends.” Elayna picks at a stray thread on her dress. Tyland shakes his head.

“No. She...” He pauses. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Elayna shakes her head. Wordlessly, she scoots over on the bench. Tyland settles in beside her. He isn't exactly graceful with it, the wine clearly beginning to take hold.

“I knew her growing up. I never... I never cared for her but was polite. All she ever wanted was Jason's attention. When she didn't get that, she tried for mine. I was more than relieved when I heard she had been married off.”

“Oh.” Her anger subsides slowly. She tries to ignore the sense of foolishness creeping over her. “I see.” She tilts her head, an errant thought crossing her mind. Perhaps the wine has gotten to her as well because she can't stop herself. “If she is married, why was she so. Overtly familiar with you?”

Tyland shrugs.

“Sometimes I think people mistake my politeness for gullibility.” A dark edge creeps into his tone. “Or they believe Jason's stupidity to be mine as well.”

Elayna snorts. “If they bothered to actually pay attention, they would see that's not the case.” Tyland makes a small noise. Elayna turns her head to look at him fully. “If it helps, I don't think you stupid. I know you're very smart.”

Without letting herself think about it, Elayna reaches out and gently touches his hand. She means it as a gesture of comfort, nothing more and nothing less. Her heart doesn't get the memo, skipping a few beats.

She expects him to recoil or pull away, but Tyland doesn't. Instead, he almost absent-mindedly slips his fingers through hers. Tyland hums. A quiet, almost far away look slips across his face. After a moment, he comes back to himself. He blinks and turns to face her.

“She isn't a threat. You are aware of that. Aren't you?”

“I'm not sure I follow.” Elayna clears her throat in an attempt to suppress a giggle suddenly threatening to rise out of her chest. Tyland watches her.

“It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you.”

All of the air leaves Elayna's lungs at once. She stares at him, eyes wide. The low timbre of his voice stirs a fire within her, causing her thighs to clench together ever so slightly. Her lips part slightly. Tyland’s eyes gravitate towards her lips.

“How often is that?” Her breath hitches mid-sentence. She leans towards him a little bit, helplessly drawn in. Her head spins but not from the wine. Tyland’s eyes move up from her lips to her eyes.

“Daily.” He murmurs.

Her heart beat thrums through her entire body. She swallows.

“I think of you too often.” She confesses. Elayna holds onto the boldness prompting her to speak. “Daily. Nightly.”

Tyland’s eyes go wide at her words. He inhales sharply. She watches his throat bob. Elayna wants to trace the lines of his neck with her tongue. She's so close to him she could if she truly desired.

The sound of laughter snaps both of them out of their reverie. Elayna pulls away first, head turning to see who exactly might be coming their way. Tyland stays still for a moment, a slightly dazed look on his face.

“We... we should go back.” Elayna states after a moment. “We don't want people to worry.”

“We should.”

Neither of them move. Elayna realizes Tyland has yet to let go of her hand.

“I...” Elayna inhales. “Or. Ummm. I have needed a bit to recover so perhaps. Perhaps instead you assist me to my chambers?”

“Assist you to- oh. Yes. Yes, I want to. I want to do that. Just to make sure you make it alright since you were out here for quite a bit of time.”

Elayna smiles softly.

“Shall we then?”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Tyland Lannister x OC #HotD OCs #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes

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“Do I need to make it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Tyland struggles to breath for a second.

“I don't think-”

“I know you want to fuck me.” She closes the gap between them. Her entire body presses against his. “I'm not stupid. I see the way you look at me. The way you look at my legs and ass when you don't think I'm paying attention. The way you try not to stare when I don't wear a bra. Stopped wearing one because I like you looking at my tits. I like it when you look at me like that, like you want to bend me over the nearest surface.”

All of the blood rushes out of Tyland’s head. He tries to grasp onto reason, but it slips steadily through his fingers.

“I don't want to take advantage-” He inhales sharply. Elayna brings the hand not on his chest down to his cock, straining against his jeans. She doesn't just palm him but begins to stroke him through the material. “-of you. God. Don't stop.”

“Thought you didn't want to take advantage of me.” She teases. Elayna's eyes focus on his lips. Each of his breaths pushes his chest against hers. He feels how hard her nipples are despite the layers between them. He even feels the press of her piercings against him. “I want this. I want you. I've wanted you for a while now.”

“Oh, fuck.” Tyland’s hands flex at his sides. He scrambles to latch onto reason. His mouth and body aren't on the same page as his brain. “How... how long have you wanted this?”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #Tyland Lannister x OC

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Happy Christmas Eve! Have the pegging fic rolling around my brain at the worst possible moment ehehehe

Tyland Lannister x OFC (Elayna Reyne)

Warnings: NSFT (anal/pegging, doggy style, fem dom, dirty talk, implied bdsm dynamic, breeding kink, piv riding). Explicitly bi!Tyland

“Breathe.” Elayna runs her thumb gently over his hip in a slow, sweeping motion. “I need you to breathe and relax for me, my darling.”

Tyland’s head falls forward. He nods and slowly inhales. The bed creaks behind him as Elayna shifts, and Tyland turns his head. A blunt pressure presses against him; Tyland almost hurts his neck in his attempt to see. Elayna laughs softly. It isn't so much he doesn't trust Elayna, he wouldn't let her be in this position if he didn't, but more Tyland has never found himself on the receiving end.

His dalliances with other men never involve him being penetrated.

“Perhaps we should do this in front of a mirror next time since you so desperately want to see.” A wicked promise lingers underneath her words. She leans down and presses a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Don't tease.” Tyland tries and fails to find authority in his voice. Despite his best efforts and several moons of preparation, nerves swirl through him as the cold stone of the toy presses against his asshole. Elayna kisses him again.

“Is it teasing if I would like to do it?” Elayna straightens herself. “Breathe for me. If it hurts, you need to tell me.”

Tyland nods. He swallows and then slowly lets out a shaky exhale. Elayna waits for his inhale before she ever so slowly pushes into him, the oil they used to open him up and slick the dildo helping ease the sting and stretch. His arms shake as Elayna presses her hips forward. He vaguely registers Elayna praising him and reminding him to breathe.

Finally, the head of the dildo slips past the ring of muscle. Tyland chokes. Elayna stops. She rubs his hip with her thumb once more as she brings her other hand up to his shoulders, gently digging her fingers into the knots where his shoulders bunch up by his neck. It takes a minute, but the knots fall apart under her touch, shoulders falling away from his ears as she does so.

“There we go.” Elayna coos. Tyland’s head drops. His cock twitches at the faux gentleness in her tone, not quite mocking but not entirely sincere either. “Can you take more?”

“Yes.”

He can and will, the two of them building up to this moment with prep. Tyland takes three fingers when he's worked open. Elayna hums. She rolls her hips, and more slips inside Tyland. He appreciates her taking it slow. His hands unclench and fingers spread as he releases the sheets from his grip. Arousal builds steadily within him. Between the care and tenderness Elayna shows him and this fantasy playing out, it isn't long before his cock stirs fully to life.

Each of Elayna’s thrusts pushes more and more into him until, eventually, her hip sit against his ass. The leather of the harness brushes against the back of his thighs. He looks back over his shoulder at Elayna. The way her greedy eyes take him in sends delightful shivers up his spine. Elayna looks as if she wants to eat him alive, consume him whole and keep him nestled inside her ribcage. Her gaze meets his. She smiles.

“You are... so handsome.” She breathes. The praise goes straight to Tyland’s head, although he ducks his head, wanting to conceal his blush. Elayna runs one hand along his spine.

She keeps a steady pace when she starts moving again. Tyland moans softly. The sensation is different, and the uncomfortable edge fades into pleasure. He pushes his hips back. Elayna takes her cue and speeds up her movements. The sound of skin against skin fills the air. Tyland gasps when Elayna slips her hand underneath him and takes his dick into her hand. She begins stroking him in rhythm with her thrusts, although it takes her a minute. Tyland’s whine encourages her. With each roll of her hips, she gains confidence; it isn't long before she fucks him with enthusiasm.

Tyland’s arms tremble once more. Elayna leans down and takes hold of his hair, brushing it over one of his shoulders. She moves her hips in a relentless motion. The new angle makes him moan. Elayna grins deviously into his neck before licking the beads of sweat on his skin, trailing the flat of her tongue along every inch of his neck. She rolls her hips and hits a spot inside of him making him cry out in pleasure. His arms finally give out, and Tyland falls onto his forearms.

Elayna's left hand snakes into his hair and curl, grabbing his roots. Her right hand comes up and rests on his left pectoral.

“And where exactly do you think you're going?” An edge creeps into her voice. Tyland gasps.

Elayna uses her grip and almost yanks him into her; she pushes back onto her haunches and pulls him into her lap. It drives the toy further into him and slides it in agonizing perfection along where she hit earlier. Tyland’s eyes roll back into his head. He moves of his own accord, searching for euphoria. Elayna does her best to meet him by rocking up into him. His head falls back onto her shoulder. Elayna nips his ear.

“Is this what you wanted?” Elayna almost growls. “Did you merely need to get fucked?”

Before Tyland even attempts an answer, Elayna bites the juncture of his neck and shoulder, teeth scraping along the skin. He cries out.

“Elayna, ngh, fuck. Elayna, if you don't stop, I...”

“I know. ‘Tis all so much.”

To her credit, Elayna stills her motions. Tyland pants.

“You know you cannot come unless you are inside me.”

Tyland shifts. He winces as the toy slides out of him. Elayna kisses his shoulder and spine as an apology. He almost falls forward onto his hands as his thighs quake so hard they nearly give out on him. Elayna lets out a noise suspiciously similar to a laugh.

“On your back.”

She at least sounds as breathless as he feels. Tyland rolls onto his back, listening to the jingles as Elayna undoes the buckles on the harness. He sits up when he sees her struggle with it. Tyland helps her pull the straps off her legs, Elayna's impatience slowing her down. She places the toy on the chest at the end of the bed before kicking the harness all the way off.

“Come here.” Tyland reaches for Elayna. Elayna comes willingly, kissing Tyland once she's close enough. Tyland lets her push him back down onto his back. Elayna throws her leg over him. Tyland hisses softly when he feels how wet she is. He places his hands on her hips as he looks up at her with awe and reverence.

“You got wet from that?” His voice cracks for a second. Elayna nods. Tyland chokes on nothing. The idea she's so wet merely from watching him and touching him, wet without him touching her, sends his head spinning.

“Yes.” She almost hisses. Elayna takes him in hand and slowly sinks down. She rocks her hips and raises up and then down several times before her hips meet his. She shifts and plants her feet. Elayna begins moving, bouncing slowly and gradually building up momentum. Tyland uses his grip and lifts her up and down.

He shan't last long. Tyland’s toes curl, thighs trembling and chest heaving. Every bit of his body sings with arousal. Watching Elayna's face as she succumbs to pleasure gets him closer and closer. His blood pounds through his veins. The bed creaks and squeaks with each bounce.

“Are you going to come in me? Are you going to give us heirs?” Tyland nods, words seemingly so far away as fire licks up his spine. Elayna grins. “Yeah? You going to get me pregnant? Are you going to give me, ah fuck, give me cubs? I want... I want to give you that. Want to have your kids.”

The desperation in her voice tips him over the edge. Tyland throws his head back. His whole body goes taut as he ruts up into her. He registers Elayna laughing breathlessly; he also feels her slow her motions. She places her hand over one of his as he begins to come down. Eventually, Tyland catches his breath.

“That was- shit!”

His back nearly bows. Elayna barely lets him get out those two words before she begins moving again. Pleasure and pain blend together for a moment as the final flames of his orgasm blend with the sudden oversensitivity to Elayna’s movements. Elayna smirks.

"Oh, did you think I was done with you? I'm merely getting started."

#oc: elayna reyne #persephone writes #Tyland Lannister x oc #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #NSFT

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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Biting

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: sooooo technically this has no sex but the not sex is sex? Biting and blood play are on the table because this has vampire!Elayna

Elayna noses the side of Tyland’s neck. His pulse jumps. His heart beats faster, reverberating in his rib cage, and Elayna’s eyes roll back as the sensation travels from his chest to hers. She tastes the spike of arousal thick on her tongue and flooding her nostrils. Underneath the bermagont and mint, he smells musky. She inhales deeply.

“You smell good.”

Her lips brush against his skin with every word. Tyland’s breath catches for a moment. Elayna's gums itch. He's making it hard not to sink her fangs into him. She wants to taste not just his blood on her tongue but his ecstacy, the high of his orgasm. The worst part is he doesn't know his mere reactions are driving her towards a frenzy.

“We cannot.” Tyland manages a composed tone tinged with a bit of worry. The fact he holds it together despite the arousal seeping from him causes Elayna to squirm. It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, they pull her back to the present.

He's right. Elayna closes her eyes. Tyland is right; they cannot. Her fingers dig into his doublet anyway. If they were to get caught, it would be a scandal. Besides, even if they could, it's dangerous right now. She could hurt him easily. Elayna should go back to her food and away from here, away from him.

“I don't want to go.” Elayna murmurs. The words fall from her mouth unbidden.

“You and I both know if you don't go now...” He trails off. Tyland wants this, she knows he does. She still smells his arousal.

“What if we do?” His pulse speeds up at her word. “I want this. I want you.”

Elayna noses the side of his neck again. His pulse jumps underneath her lips. Seven be good, she can almost taste him on her tongue. Tyland exhales, and the slight shakiness of his breath makes her lips curl. She follows her impulse and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Please.”

Elayna can't help her triumphant smirk. Tyland’s heart actually skips a beat. His breath catches, she hears it and feels it where their chests meet. Whether or not he realizes it, she's already won. Tyland almost subconsciously tilts his head a little to give her more room.

“Just this once.”

They both know it won't be just this one time. Still, Elayna nods.

“Just this one.”

Elayna settles her lips on his neck. He tenses. She kisses the spot she's chosen, where his blood truly sings to her, in order to relax him. She gets it; everyone expects pain.

“Breathe for me.”

Tyland does. Elayna slowly sinks her fangs into his neck. He stiffens in her hold for a second, no doubt from the pain. She squeezes his bicep sympathetically. If her mouth weren't full, she'd tell him she knows, she gets it. However, Elayna can't. If she pulls away now, it'll hurt more when she goes back.

When his blood hits her tongue, Elayna's eyes nearly roll back into her head. Fuck. Tyland tastes even better than he smells. She pulls him closer with a hand between his shoulder blades, fingers splayed. Tyland’s breathing changes, going from short and shallow to half breathes. Tyland brings one hand up to the back of her head. His fingers hesitantly thread through her hair. A pleased growl eminates from Elayna, and the spike of arousal in his blood makes her dig her fangs in deeper.

It isn't long before the grip on her hair tightens. The slight sting brings Elayna back to the present, and she opens her eyes.

“Elayna. Enough.” Tyland’s voice drops an octave. Elayna grunts. She hears the command in his tone, but the thought of letting go now hurts. Tyland tugs on her hair a little more harshly. She pulls away with a displeased noise. Blood runs in small rivulets down her chin. Tyland’s eyes are wide, pupils blown out.

“Why did you stop me?” She fights to keep the whine out of her voice. “I wasn't anywhere near hurting you.”

Elayna knows why. If she had kept on any longer, any and all sense of decorum between them would have evaporated. Still. She wants to hear it from him. Absent-mindedly, she brings her fingers up to her chin and collects what's there. Elayna cleans her fingers, slipping each one into her mouth with a soft pop and licking the blood from them.

Tyland sighs her name. “We cannot. I should not have even indulged you to begin with.” Despite the harshness of his words, a slight tinge of regret creeps into them.

“Tell me. Tell me to go, and I shall, no questions asked.” Elayna searches his eyes, although she isn't sure for what. Tyland swallows. The motion causes a small bead of blood to well up on his neck. Elayna's eyes instantly focus on that point.

“Tell me to go, and I will.” Elayna reiterates. Tyland inhales, closing his eyes. He exhales slowly and deliberately. Elayna's own breath catches in her throat as she waits for his answer. While she doesn't think he wants her to go, she worries he might tell her to for both of their sake. The battle plays out on his face. Eventually, he opens his eyes.

“Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Elayna echoes, the lie slipping between her teeth. She knows it isn't for her but for him. Once was never an option, only never or always.

Perhaps, Elayna muses as she lowers her head back down, never wasn't even an option in the first place.

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT #kinktober 2024 #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes

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Day twelve: collaring and candlelight

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Warnings: NSFT (collaring, m!receiving oral, cockwarming, BDSM dynamics

Agitation rolls off Elayna in waves. Even sitting with Tyland in the antechamber to their rooms doesn't settle her. She sighs repeatedly with irritation, glowering at her needlework. She stabs downward viciously. Tyland pauses reading over the missives and proposals to watch her for a second. As much as he would like to simply talk to her, Tyland’s experience tells him she's not in the mood to open up about what's bothering her.

“Elayna.”

She looks up at her name. Elayna's expression softens slightly, but the anger still lingers. Now she's looking at him, Tyland notes the stress clinging to her. He places his reading and writing to the side.

“Do you wish to talk about what's bothering you?” Even though he knows the answer he still offers. Elayna shakes her head. Tyland frowns softly. Normally she gives him a verbal response, but her unwillingness to speak worries him.

“Is there anything you need?”

Elayna sighs.

“I... I don't know.” She finally speaks, her gaze downcast. “I suppose I merely need to be more present, but I'm finding it. Difficult.” She scrunches her face. “It's hard to still my thoughts.”

Tyland nods. He studies Elayna for a second, weighing how best to help her. Several options come to mind, but none of them seem right. Elayna brings her head up to look at him.

“Would you...” Elayna purses her lips together. “Do you remember that, ah, that thing I requested?”

Tyland blinks, unsure of what exactly she's referring to. It's unlike her to use such nebulous terms. Elayna fidgets. When she brings one hand up to touch the side of her neck, it clicks into place.

“The collar?” He offers. A quiet part of him wonders why she's embarrassed to bring it up when she requested it. Elayna nods.

“Yes.” Elayna clears her throat. “Would you put it on me?”

Tyland nods and stands up slowly. Elayna watches him, eyes tracking every move. Tyland makes his way into their chambers, Elayna following after him. When he gets inside, he goes over to their wardrobe and pulls out an ornate wooden box. He unlatches the box. The collar sits inside. The collar is a soft leather, ermine lining the inside. He turns around and takes it out of the box.

Elayna turns her back to him and moves her braids to the side. His fingers gently brush against the back of her neck as he fastens the leather into place. Goosebumps follow in their wake. Even before he finishes fastening her collar, Tyland notices the changes in her demeanor. Elayna's shoulders drop away from her ears, her breathing slows and deepens, and her jaw eases some. He presses a kiss to the back of her neck, just above the leather, and Elayna sighs.

“Better?”

“Yes. Much.” Elayna turns slowly to face him. Tension eases from her jaw and forehead, a slight smile creeping onto her face. Tyland reaches forward and hooks one finger through the ring in the front, gently pulling her forward. Elayna goes willing. Her eyes flutter closed when he kisses her. He keeps the kiss soft, letting her ease into the floaty feeling. When he pulls away, Elayna lets out a satisfied noise. Tyland brings one hand up to her face. He gently swipes his thumbs across her lower lip.

“I need to finish my letters. Do you want to wait in our chambers? Or do you want to stay out here?”

Tyland scans her face. Elayna trusts him enough to be vulnerable around him; the very idea of betraying her or making her uncomfortable twists his stomach into painful knots. He gives her these options to keep her comfort.

Elayna blinks. Her lips part ever so slightly.

“Can I stay with you?”

“Of course.”

Tyland kisses Elayna again before placing a hand on her back. He leads her back over to his desk. Elayna stands by the edge of it, watching him. Tyland grabs a pillow from the settee and sets it on the ground beside his chair. She waits until he starts writing before she stands beside him, sinking to her knees slowly. Tyland reaches down and gently sink his fingers into her hair. He scratches her scalp lightly.

“Tell me if you get uncomfortable.” He murmurs. Elayna nods.

“I will.” She shuffles a little bit closer to him and rests her head on the side of his leg. Tyland hums and cards his fingers through her hair. The scratching of his quill soothes Elayna; she slowly melts towards and into him. She sighs softly.

The candles sit low in their wicks by the time Tyland nears the end of his letter writing. Elayna shifts, huffing softly. Anticipation replaces the earlier agitation. Tyland pauses for a second as he considers what he wants to do. He gives Elayna time after putting her collar on so she eases into the floating space it puts her in, but if he waits too long, she becomes impatient. Elayna looks up at him.

“Light two more candles and bring them here.”

Elayna nods. He holds out his hands and helps her to her feet. She almost stumbles, but he rights her with a hand to her hip. As Elayna grabs a candle, Tyland eases himself out of his trousers. He strokes himself slowly, not wanting Elayna to get distracted from her task at hand. He watches her as she moves about, watches the sway of her hips. He runs his eyes along the curves of her body, every inch of which he knows so well. He tastes her on his tongue and feels her soft skin with his hands. He stays unhurried in his motions.

Elayna comes back with the candles. Tyland preens at Elayna’s expression. Her eyes light up, and her lips part slightly. When her gaze meets his, he gestures for her to set the candles down. She does and then scurries around to his side of the desk. Tyland pulls her in for a kiss again by the o-ring on her collar. She makes a satisfied noise against him.

“I have to finish one letter more.” Elayna tries to take his words as her cue. She begins to kneel, but Tyland’s hold on the collar stops her. She pouts. Tyland kisses her forehead. “I don't want you to finish me. Merely keep me warm.”

Elayna nods rapidly.

“I can do that.”

“Good. Strip.”

Tyland lets her go. Her eagerness sends his blood coursing through his veins. Elayna doesn't even hesitate and instantly begins disrobing. Her eagerness infects him, and he helps her do so. The idea of taking his time doesn't even cross his mind. Instead, they work together and get her out of her dresses and skirts.

As soon as she's disrobed, Elayna drops down to her knees and shuffles underneath his desk. She wastes no time settling herself between his legs. Tyland barely leans forward and picks up his quill again before Elayna runs her tongue along his cock from top to bottom. He lets out a hiss of pleasure, head falling back. Elayna flicks her tongue out along the tip, collecting his pre-cum on her tongue. Tyland’s hips rock. Elayna brings her tongue back down and drags it along the underside of his cock once more. Tyland takes hold of her hair.

“Don't tease me.” He warns. He tilts her head up. Elayna gazes up with him with doe eyes. He swallows hard. The sight of Elayna on her knees in nothing but a collar, practically drooling for his cock, makes his head spin. Elayna nods.

He eases his grip. Elayna leans forward again, but she stays true to her word. She opens her mouth and takes him fully into her mouth. Tyland moans. He scratches her scalp softly. Elayna moans herself, and Tyland’s hips rock.

“Stay... stay like that until I finish this letter. Then we can retire to our chambers.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes #NSFT

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Day Seventeen: Tinsel and Dirty Talk

Tyland Lannister x OC

Prompts are by the beloved @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Warnings: a little bit of dirty talk but that's it. Short and sweet today folks

12 Days of Smuffmas 2024

“There you are.” Tyland turns at the sound of Elayna’s voice. She rests her head on his shoulder. Tyland presses a kiss to her cheek as Elayna wraps one arm around him. The lights gleam, making the tinsel on the myriad of Christmas trees sparkle. The largest holiday party of the year clearly needs more than just one tree.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Tyland takes in Elayna’s flushed face and grin. Even after these three years of being together, his heart still skips a beat when he sees her. Elayna hums.

“I could be having more fun.”

“And what would...” He trails off as Elayna gets a positively impish look on her face. “Elayna.”

“Tyland.” She tries copying the disappointment in his voice. Elayna nearly succeeds, but she lets out the slightest giggle after she says his name. Tyland stares at her. “Oh, come on! If there's anyone to blame, it's you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Do you know just how good you look in a suit?” Elayna presses closer to him. “I should get credit for not jumping your bones in the car.”

Tyland inhales sharply. His eyes dart from side to side, even though no one else is near them.

“We're in public.” Tyland clears his throat.

“Relax. Everyone is drunk. They're only going to know if you make a big deal about it.” Elayna kisses his cheek. “Besides. It's not like I'm giving you a handy where everyone can see. I'm just talking is all.”

Tyland stiffens in her hold. Elayna wraps her other arm around his midriff but places this hand on his stomach. She kisses the side of his neck.

“We're just being affectionate like any other couple.” She offers. Tyland snorts.

“We've been together for 3 years. I know what's affection and what's you wanting sex."

Elayna smiles.

“Damn. You know me too well. But seriously. You look really good in this suit. Driving me crazy.” Elayna nips his earlobe. “Put on those stockings you like, by the way.”

Oh sweet Seven. She's truly trying to kill him. Tyland looks around the room again. Very few people stand in the room, and those in this area are clustered around the tables. No one seems to have noticed them, no glances their way or errant looks. Tyland checks his watch.

“Can you wait 30 minutes? I want to wait for others to leave before we do.”

“Mmmhhmm. Make it 15.”

“15?” Tyland turns his head, frowning. “We have to tell people we're leaving. 15 minutes isn't nearly enough time for that.”

“Okay, but. Consider. I want you, and I want you now.” Elayna kisses him. “I think I told you about the stockings, but. Did I mention I'm not wearing panties?”

Tyland nearly chokes. Elayna giggles.

“Stockings, no panties. I shaved my legs for this event so they're nice and smooth...” Elayna nips his earlobe again, her breath hot on his neck. “Is that enough or do I need to pull out the big guns?”

Oh. Tyland’s heart thrums through his body. He shifts, attempting to find a more comfortable stance.

“Not here.” Not because he doesn't want her to call him that, quite the opposite. Tyland merely knows if she does, they won't make it out to the car.

“Am I going to get what I want, then?”

Tyland sighs. He turns his head again to press a kiss to her cheek.

“You always get what you want.”

Elayna laughs. “Hey. We're both getting what we want.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tylana #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland x Elayna #12 days of Smuffmas #persephone writes

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Day Fifteen: Mulled Wine and Mutual Masturbation

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Prompts by the amazing and wonderful @ewanmitchellcrumbs

12 Days of Smuffmas 2024

This piece is a sequel to this courting prompt hehehe

Warnings: NSFT (mutual masturbation, dirty talk, giggly sex)

“You said you think of me nightly?” Tyland places his goblet down. She smells the citrus and Arbor Red mixing together. His hand flexes before he slowly reaches out and places it on her forearm. His bare hand touches the inside of it, and the skin to skin contact sets her whole body alight.

“I suppose I did.” She glances at him from under her eyelashes. Tyland swallows. His throat bobs, and Elayna watches. She envisions his neck covered with hickies, proof of her claim. She shifts in her seat at the thought alone, squeezing her thighs together.

“Show me?”

He almost whispers the request, a slight pleading edge in his tone. Elayna swallows hard and nods enthusiastically. The wine, having long since gone to her head, reduces her to animal instinct.

“Only if you show me as well.” Tyland’s breath hitches. Elayna takes gentle hold of his wrist, keeping her eyes locked on his, and slowly brings it to her chest. She places his hand on her breast and squeezes his hand. Elayna's gaze goes to his face. Her eyes focus on his lips. Now she knows what they feel like, she wants more. She wants him to kiss every inch of her. The need burns through her entire body.

Tyland’s eyes find hers. His lips part, and he palms her breast. He starts gentle, but upon Elayna squeezing his hand, he gains more courage. Elayna sighs breathy, head tilting back.

“Gorgeous.” She almost misses his words, he murmurs them so softly. The chair creaks. Tyland takes careful hold of her chin, using his thumb and forefinger. Elayna's blood thunders through her veins. Her eyes go wide. Tyland leans forward and kisses her. She tastes the mulled wine on his lips. Elayna chases it, chases the wine on his tongue and the taste of him.

When they pull away, Tyland’s eyes are dark. He cups her face gently. Elayna leans into his touch. She presses a kiss to his wrist, and Tyland sighs. He rubs his thumb over her cheek. They stay still, enjoying and basking in the moment. Elayna watches him from underneath her eyelashes.

“You said first you think of me often. It would only be fair for you to show me so that I might have something for the nights I'm alone.”

She nearly smirks at his reaction. The flush on his face intensifies. Tyland clears his throat.

“I... that is a reasonable request.” Tyland’s voice almost cracks at the end of his sentence. Elayna kisses the inside of his wrist again.

Elayna slowly stands. Tyland quickly follows suit, nearly stumbling with how fast he moves. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep her giggles at bay. She moves towards him. They kiss once more, Elayna's toes curling as they do. Passion bleeds into every moment, every motion, and Elayna’s fingers dig into his doublet, trying to steady herself. They stumble back several steps until Elayna finds her footing. Elayna pulls back from the kiss. She giggles at the blissful look on his face. Tyland drops his forehead down to hers. Both their chests heave.

“Let's get you out of this.” Tyland murmurs, tugging gently on the fabric of her dress.

“Yes. Yes, we should do so.”

Tyland reaches down and begins undressing her. Elayna kisses him, distracting him for a second. Tyland fumbles with the laces of her bodice for a moment. He growls with irritation, dropping his head to her shoulder. Elayna giggles.

“Let me.”

“Very well.”

Tyland removes his hands but doesn't step away, peppering kisses on Elayna’s neck instead. Elayna laughs, but it holds a breathy quality to it. Years of experience keep her from fumbling as well, although her hands shake. As she works, Tyland begins work of his own. He nudges the shoulders of her dress down slowly. Eventually, she undoes the laces. Tyland helps her out of the dress. It falls to the floor.

They stare at each other for a moment. Elayna's heart thunders in her chest. A quiet part of her worries they shouldn't do this, but a large part of her wants this. She wants this more than anything right now, more than all the gold in the Kingdom and all the power in the world. She craves it.

Tyland kisses her again. He keeps it light, almost chaste.

“Should we retire?”

“Yes.” Elayna takes his hand, threading her fingers through his. She walks backward as she leads him into her chambers. Tyland follows willingly. His eyes flick about the room, taking in some of her inner sanctum. Elayna stops when she reaches her bed. She lets go of his hand and puts one knee and then the other on it. Elayna then turns in her kneeling position and places her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes flick to his. Tyland nods.

Undressing him is easier than her. She eases his shirt off of him and drops it to the floor. As soon as it does, Tyland leans down and kisses her. Elayna smiles. She runs her hands over his stomach and chest, lightly scratching her nails against his skin. Tyland brings a hand up to her head and threads his fingers through her hair. Elayna sighs into the kiss. When Tyland pulls away, he gently presses her back onto the bed. Elayna giggles as she falls back. She untucks her legs and rests on the elbows.

“Are you going to join me?” Elayna tilts her head.

“Perhaps.” His smile and the eagerness with which he climbs onto the bed makes him smile. Tyland settles himself beside her. His skin against hers makes her head spin, and she presses closer to him.

“Do you still wish for me to show you?”

Elayna asks not because he's given her any indication he doesn't want her, quite the opposite. She asks because she wants, needs, to hear he wants her, wants this specifically.

“Yes.” Tyland swallows. “I do.”

Elayna moves. She slowly drags her hand along her neck and then down her chest. She closes her eyes as she does, losing herself in the sensation. The bed creaks, Tyland moving the slightest bit closer to her. His arm moves beside her, brushing against her and sending sparks throughout her body.

Elayna cups her breast. She pinches her nipple through the thin material of her shift. She lets out a soft moan. Her back arches slightly as she rolls the sensitive flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Tyland’s hand flexes beside her, fingers digging into her sheets.

“I... oh, I imagine your mouth would feel better.” Elayna throws her head back. The sheets rustle. She turns her head, eagerly wanting to see what Tyland’s doing. Her eyes drift toward the bulge in his pants. Tyland palms himself. His hands stays on top of the fabric. Elayna's breath hitches.

“Want to see your cock.”

The eagerness with which Tyland moves shocks and delights her. He shuffles out of his trousers and small clothes quickly. Tyland settles himself against her.

“Your turn.”

Elayna moves with the same amount of eagerness, throwing her shift to the side easily. Tyland begins stroking himself in earnest as he watches her, breath genuinely hitching when he sees her completely bare.

“You are more stunning than I dreamed.”

Elayna merely smirks before crawling up the bed beside him. She rests her body besides his, thigh against thigh and torso against torso.

Each breath of air they share. They touch, but not in the way Elayna desperately craves. She wants him to cave. She wants to cave. She wants him to touch her and her to touch him, society be damned. Elayna's toes curl at the thought of him sliding into her. Tyland's breathing matches hers, soft gasps and moans.

To the Seven Hells with it. She needs to touch him.

She tries not to blush at the obscene sound when she pulls her fingers out of her. Her fears abait. Tyland moans softly at the sound. With his lips by her ear, it rings clear. Elayna tries collecting herself. She swallows and then reaches over, cupping him as best she can. Tyland’s breath stutters. His hips jerk.

“Let me.” Elayna licks her lips. Tyland nods frantically.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

He moves his hand. His cock throbs when she wraps her hand around him. She starts slow. Much to her surprise, Tyland reaches down once again, carefully wrapping his hand around hers. His hand looks big compared to hers; she whines high in her throat at the sight.

“Like... like so.” Tyland urges her with his hand to tighten her grip. Elayna follows his example. He moves her hand, and she lets him. They both pant, eyes stuck to the sight. Tyland’s abdomen flexes with each stroke. Eventually, Tyland lets go. Elayna maintains the tempo and hold, each up and down movement encouraging and emboldened her. She watches with rapt attention, missing him moving his hand to her thigh until she feels contact. She gasps.

“Let me?” He echoes her words.

“Yes. Gods, yes, please.”

His fingers find her folds. Tyland turns his head to watch her as he slowly sinks his finger into her. Elayna gasps, rhythm faltering for a brief moment.

Tyland whines. Tyland actually whines, a needy sound punched from him.

“You're so wet.” Equal parts awe and lust color his tone. “Wet and warm and tight.”

Elayna nods. “Uh-huh. All for you.”

Tyland swears. His hips jerk of their own accord. He starts slow, carefully crooks his finger upward the slightest bit. Elayna matches her pace to his. Her chest moves in rhythm with his, both of them moaning and gasping softly. Elayna turns her head. They kiss slowly. Her toes curl in pleasure. If they were bedding each other in the traditional way, a feral need would overcome Elayna; however, the way they're pleasuring each other now, Elayna doesn't feel desperation but hedonism. Indulgence. Both the mulled wine and sex combine within her, creating a sensual buzz building from the base of her spine and traveling through her in waves. Elayna lets them wash over her.

She speeds up her rhythm; Tyland’s soft whimpers and groans encouraging her. His thigh trembles slightly beside hers. He follows her lead with his fingers. Tyland crooks them, curving a little more upward. He finds a spot within her, building the pleasure within her. Her hips arch as she chases the sensation, her moans turning more breathy.

“Fuuuck.”

Tyland smirks against her lips. He presses up against it again, and Elayna’s hips come off the bed. She whines. Tyland kisses her. He quietly shushes her.

“You don't want us to get caught, do you?” Despite his words, his tone isn't harsh. Instead, it's almost cocky and teasing. Elayna's eyes roll back in her head. She grabs his forearm with her free hand. Tyland nips her bottom lip.

“Keep, ah, doing that.” Elayna twists her wrist at the top of her next stroke. She runs her thumb over his tip. Tyland moans.

“Perhaps you want to get us caught.” She giggles. Her head swims in a beyond pleasant way.

Much to her surprise, Tyland moans louder. Elayna tries hiding her devious grin in the side of his neck.

“It sounds as if you might.” Elayna lilts. “I wouldn't think you'd want an audience.”

Both of their motions get faster. The slick sounds of sex, the smell of sex, permeates the room. She hears how wet she is, tastes Tyland’s skin and sweat, and smells him. Everything about him consumes her. Much to her surprise, Tyland shakes his head. Elayna opens her mouth, intending to pry, but Tyland places his hand over her mouth. Elayna's eyes widen.

When Tyland crooks his fingers again, he presses upwards and holds. Elayna's whole body nearly comes up off the bed. She moans louder than she expects and writes in his hold. His thumb comes up and rubs circles around her clit. Tyland kisses her temple.

“I know.” Tyland nearly coos. He isn't mocking her, much to her surprise. Instead, it's equal parts cocky and awe-filled. Elayna's grip on his cock loosens. She wants to keep going but can't think, can't concentrate. She silently thanks him for having the foresight of putting his hand over her mouth; surely a maid would hear her. Tyland doesn't let up, and Elayna nearly sobs.

Her whole body quakes when she comes. Vaguely, she registers Tyland praising and encouraging her. It prolongs her in beautiful ecstacy. Tyland stops moving his fingers as she comes down, removing his hand from her mouth.

“Are you-”

She cuts him off by kissing him. Tyland reciprocates, kissing her with as much eagerness as she does him. Her hands tremble from the aftershocks, even as she reaches down and takes his cock in hand. Elayna strokes him with renewed fervor, not pulling away from the kiss. She swallows each of his moans. Seeing her fall apart in his hold must have been erotic to him; Tyland comes more quickly than she expected. Only then does she pull away. Cum covers her hand. Elayna hums, bringing her hand to her lips. She ducks her fingers clean before licking the excess off her palm. Tyland watches with wide idea. She opens her mouth and shows him her tongue before making a show of swallowing.

“Elayna.” He breathes her name like a prayer. Elayna smiles. She takes his hand, the one he brought her to orgasm with, and licks his fingers clean as well. Tyland sounds and looks wrecked, his head falling back.

“What? Waste not, want not.” Elayna smirks. “I'm merely repaying the favor is all.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tylana #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Tyland x Elayna #12 days of smuffmas #NSFT #persephone writes

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Kinktober Day Thirty One: Aftercare

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: depictions of dom drop, lots of feeling, NSFT (PiV, implied BDSM)

Elayna watches Tyland through half-lidded eyes. As the endorphins slowly settle in, she assesses him silently. He's quiet, quieter than normal. Tyland comes back into the room with a wash cloth. The damp rag makes Elayna sigh with relief, the water blessedly cool against her skin. She keeps her eyes trained on him.

When Tyland’s fingers brush against one of the bruises on her inner thigh, his expression falls. A look of pure guilt crosses his face. Elayna grunts and pushes herself into an upright position.

“Hey.” She keeps her voice low and soft. Despite this, Tyland doesn't look at her. Instead, he wipes the inside of her thighs, gaze forward but not necessarily looking at her.

“Hey, Tyland. Look at me.”

It takes her grabbing his wrist to make him look at her. Elayna sighs. His expression confirms everything; a mix of guilt and sadness on his face. She shuffles awkwardly forward and places one hand on his cheek. Tyland leans into her touch. His eyes close for the briefest of seconds.

“Hey. You didn't hurt me, okay?”

Tyland opens his eyes.

“But I did.” His gaze pointedly flicks to the bruises on her. Elayna shakes her head.

“No, I mean... you didn't really hurt me. I'm okay.” Elayna drags her knuckles across his cheek. “I asked for this. I wanted you to do this.”

Tyland presses his lips together. He keeps his head facing her, but his eyes don't meet hers. Elayna sits up further. She can't help the hiss of pain she lets out. Regret washes over her instantly; Tyland stiffens at the sound, his eyes instantly finding hers. As Elayna reaches out to try to close the distance, he shakes his head.

“I hurt you.” He reiterates. The pain in his voice causes Elayna's heart to break.

“It's okay. I wanted...” Elayna pauses. Maybe those aren't the right words. She sighs softly. “I asked you to because I wanted you to. I trust you, and that's why I asked you. I know you wouldn't hurt me, not really. Not in a way I didn't want.”

Tyland’s posture eases some, but he still stays slightly curled in on himself. This time, he lets Elayna reach out and touch him. She places her hand on his bicep, gently sweeping her thumb over his arm. He lifts his head. When his eyes meet hers, she notices his eyes are red-rimmed with oncoming unshed tears. Her heart breaks.

“You're not a bad person. You're not a bad person for doing this, and you're not a bad person if you liked it.” Elayna leans forward. Much to her surprise, Tyland moves in as well until his forehead rests against hers. “Tyland, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't trust you. And you didn't do anything wrong.”

Tyland’s shoulders heave. Elayna stops when a tear hits her thumb. Another follows, rolling down his face and then onto her hand. She stares for a moment unsure of what to do. After a moment, Elayna wraps her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as she can.

“I'm sor-”

“If you apologize to me for crying, Tyland Lannister, I swear...” Elayna interrupts him. He almost falls into her, and she lets him. She smoothes back his hair and kisses his forehead. “I'm not going to judge you. There's literally nothing you can do to make me hate you, okay? I'm not going to leave. I'm staying right here with you, no matter what.”

Tyland doesn't say anything. Instead, he buries his head into the crook of her shoulder. Elayna rubs a circle on his back, wincing every time she touches the scratches she left on him. The skin on skin contact clearly comforts him; despite the hot tears rolling down onto her skin, Elayna feels him relax in her hold. She alternates between rubbing his back and gently scratching the nape of his neck.

“I'm not going to judge you or leave you. I love you. It's going to take a lot more to run me off.”

Tyland stiffens. Panic surges through Elayna for a second. When Tyland lifts his head, his eyes are red, but shock overtakes the sadness. He swallows, eyes searching her face.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?” Elayna frowns. “I'm not going to judge or leave you? I love you- oh!”

Well. Shit. Elayna pauses. She didn't mean for that to come out now. Hesitancy and fear fill her entire body. She forces herself to look him in the eyes.

The expression on his face eases all her fears.

“I love you.” She repeats the words, rolling them around on her tongue. They feel right. Elayna slowly smiles. “Yeah. I love you.”

Tyland stares at her. He sits up slowly. He brushes her hair out of her face. Elayna almost giggles.

“I love you, Tyland Lannister.”

He kisses her. Tyland kisses her gently, and Elayna lets him take the lead. One of her hands comes up to the back of his head. When Tyland pulls away, Elayna does giggle.

“I love you too.”

Tyland places his thumb on her lower lip. Elayna resists the urge to playfully bite, instead letting him take the lead. This is for him. He takes a moment and memorizes her features, committing every bit to his memory. Elayna lets him. Despite the trembling in her body, she lets him.

“I love you, Elayna Reyne.”

Elayna turns bright pink at his words. She doesn't have time to dwell on it before he's kissing her again. A little more urgency creeps into this kiss, although it stays fairly unhurried. When she falls backward, he follows, not letting his lips leave hers. His free hand skate along the planes of her body. She gasps into his mouth. Her whole body is still sensitive from earlier, so she responds more easily than normal.

“Tell me if I hurt you?” Tyland pulls away. Elayna nods.

“I'll tell you.” Elayna presses her forehead against his. “I trust you.”

Tyland slips one hand underneath her head. He lowers both of their heads, making sure he cradles hers with his hand. He moves his other hand down more but stops on her stomach. Tyland kisses her slowly but hungrily. Elayna sighs into the kiss. Every movement from both of them sends tingles up her spine and causes butterflies in her stomach.

Eventually, Tyland moves his hand down to rest on her pubic mound. His fingers slide through her folds. She lifts her hips in a silent plea, and he obliges, slipping one finger inside of her. She winces, still sore. Tyland pauses.

“Don't stop.”

Tyland nods and begins moving again. Two fingers makes her tremble before she grabs his wrist. Tyland lifts his head.

“Need you. Need you inside of me.”

They roll. One of Elayna’s leg ends up on Tyland’s hip. She faces him. Her eyes meet his; their gazes never stray as he sinks into her again. Tyland doesn't move immediately, opting to stay still. It isn't until Elayna whines he moves. Each thrust is slow and deliberate, meant to make things last. Pleasure is secondary. This is about connection, intimacy. They lay their souls at the other's feet.

“Tyland, I...” Elayna gasps.

“I know. It's okay.” Tyland brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. “I love you.”

Elayna almost sobs. Her head falls onto his shoulder, and she trembles.

“I love you too. Fuck. I love you so much.”

Tyland groans. He slips his hand between their bodies and begins slowly rubbing circles around her clit. She whimpers.

“Don't want to be with anyone else, just you. Want to be with you forever.” Tyland actually moans at her words, although Elayna barely hears them, barely registers them. They rock their hips.

Elayna comes with a whine on her lips. Tyland follows suit not long after her. He makes no move to pull out, though. He stays still. They both catch their breath. Eventually, Tyland moves, combing his fingers through her hair. Elayna pushes closer to him and rests her head on his chest. They stay like that for a moment.

“I meant it. I just want you forever.” Elayna breaks the silence. Tyland hums. Elayna looks up at him. He rubs his thumb across her shoulder.

“I feel the same.” Tyland’s expression changes as he loses himself in thought. Eventually, he clears his throat. “Elayna Reyne. Will you marry me?”

Elayna squeaks. She stares at him, eyes wide. Tyland blinks, a brief expression of panic crossing his face.

“I don't... I don't mean to pressure you and was going to wait for a better time but I-”

Elayna cuts him off abruptly by kissing him.

“Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #NSFT #kinktober 2024 #Persephone writes

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Kinktober Day Twenty Eight: Masks/Costumes

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Back at it again. Sequel to my vampire!Elayna piece

Warnings: NSFT (semi-public sex, hand jobs, cum eating, implied nipple play, implied fingering, implied dry humping). Blood drinking as a metaphor for sex while actual sex occurs

She waits for him in one of the secluded alcoves. Tyland knows to follow her, the slight tilt of her head when they make eye contact from across the ball room enough to indicate what she wants. Elayna hears him long before she sees him, the clack of his shoes echoing in the spacious halls of the Red Keep. She stays still.

Even from here, she hears his heart beat with anticipation. If she had blood in her veins, it would be singing in response. Instead, all Elayna can do is inhale. She smooths down the skirts of her dress, careful not to touch the black feathers on her dress. They sit in clusters above intricate embroidery, orange and gold threads forming a fire on her red dress, remnants of a past life. The deep red devil mask on her face only serves as a reminder.

Elayna sinks further back into the shadows. Her breathing slows. She stares with intense focus on the curtain in front of her, body poised to strike. Tyland’s footsteps draw closer. His heart beat echoes in her ears. She smells his beard oil. Still, she waits, eyes unmoving from a gap in the curtains, not even to blink.

The torch on the other wall gives her an indication of how close he is, beginning to cast long shadows in front of him. Elayna presses a bit more of her weight into her back foot. She catches the aroma of bergamot orange, rosemary, and frankincense. Underneath it all is something so distinctly Tyland it makes her head spin. Her mouth almost waters.

She waits until he passes by the fluttering fabric concealing her to pounce. Elayna darts out and grabs his wrist, pulling him into the alcove quickly. Tyland makes a noise of surprise but eases in her hold once he realizes it's her. She quickly removes his lion mask to kiss him, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He reciprocates, bringing his hand to the back of her neck to pull her close. Elayna navigates them further into the alcove so no one can see them and presses him up against the wall.

When they finally break the kiss, Elayna notes with satisfaction how dazed Tyland already looks.

“Hi.” She giggles, smiling at him. Tyland leans in to kiss her again, although this time it's much softer.

“Were we not going to wait until later to leave?” Tyland arches an eyebrow. His tone stays gentle and genuinely curious, clearly wanting an actual answer. Elayna runs one hand along his bicep.

“Oh, we're not leaving. Not yet, at least. I merely wanted to see you is all.”

Her hand reaches the lapel of his tailcoat suit. She toys with the fabric, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes as she does so. He looks delectable. Golden threads weave through the suit, creating lions in their wake. A dark fur rests over his shoulders, almost mimicking the pelt of a black lion. The golden edges around his mask certainly evoke the mane of one.

“I can’t be gone for too long. My brother might not notice, but others will.”

Elayna grins. She wonders how predatory it must look, her red mask still on her face.

“I'll make it worth your while.” She promises. Elayna leans in to nuzzle the side of his neck. His scent nearly overwhelms her. His pulse jumps beneath the faint touch of her lips.

“Elayna.” Tyland hisses. Despite his tone, she smells his arousal, nearly tastes it under her tongue. “We have been over this.”

The ‘just this once’ wasn't the once. Believing the initial lie was easy, but keeping it a promise was difficult. Elayna presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Relax. I promise, it shall be worth it.”

She runs her free hand along his chest, starting from his collarbone and slowly working her way down.

“I need it.” She murmurs. “Tyland, I need it.”

Tyland puts a hand on Elayna’s shoulder, palm flat, but he doesn't push her away yet.

“There are others.” Tyland tries to stand firm, but she hears the cracks in his voice. The last time she fed from him, both of them about nearly orgasmed. She remembers vividly sitting in his lap and grinding against him.

“Not the same. ‘Tis not the same.”

She means every word. The women she feeds off of are nice in their own ways. They make her body spark, and the particularly adventurous ones will return the favor she gives for letting her drink from them. Men are few and far between, a quick meal when the itch arises.

Tyland is different in a way she has trouble articulating. Tymon talks of blood like vintages, but Elayna cannot compare it. Sure, every other she can, but all pale in comparison to Tyland. The first time, she couldn't stop thinking about it afterwards. Draining three men dry barely touched the whatever place Tyland reaches inside of her. She wonders how high the number of bodies might pile before she could capture the same feeling.

“I need it. I need you. Only you.”

Tyland shivers in her hold. A moan sticks inside his chest. Elayna kisses the side of his neck.

“We're in public. If we are caught...”

“Let them. I don't care. I need you now.”

Tyland swallows. She follows the line of his neck up while her hand goes down. She reaches the hem of his trousers but goes no further. Tyland’s eyes dart from side to side. He must decide the coverage of the alcove and curtain are enough because he undoes his ascot to give her space. Elayna slides her fingertips underneath the fabric, palm pressing against his stomach.

“You will be the death of me.” Tyland doesn't sound too opposed to the idea. He nods his assent.

Elayna doesn't sink her fangs into his neck right away, opting instead to fully slip her hand into his trousers. His cock stirs, and Elayna slowly rubs at him over the fabric of his underwear. As she moves her hand, she tastes every inch of his neck with her tongue. His head falls back onto the stone wall behind them. She works him until he's fully hard before slowly sinking her teeth into his neck.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head at the taste. Elayna vaguely realizes she growls when his blood hits her tongue. Tyland gasps, a husky catch of breath. His chest expands, and the rush of air echoes to her chest. A slowly forming damp spot greets her hand. It has to be his pre-cum.

She needs to touch him, have skin on skin contact now. Tyland pauses when she slides her hand up. She slips her hand underneath the last barrier of fabric separating them. He moans. It's the most beautiful sound she's heard. The sudden flood of pure lust on her tongue makes her whimper. He tastes so good. She wraps her fingers around him and begins to move her hand.

Fuck. She needs... she can't.

Elayna pulls off of him. Every ounce of her screams to keep going, but common sense takes over. She'll drain him dry if she doesn't stop now. She laps at the blood coming from the small wounds and begins to move her hand as best she can.

Tyland grips her wrist. She frowns. Panic bubbles up inside of her until he speaks.

“Tighter. You're not going to hurt me.”

Elayna nods. She follows his instructions, gripping him tighter as she works her hand up and down. His pre-cum aides her movements, and she quickly gains confidence. She moves faster. Tyland’s breath catches several times until he's outright gasping. Still, it feels as if he's holding back. Elayna nips the shell of his ear.

“Don't hold back. I want to hear you.”

Tyland moans at her words. Her demand works because he's a bit louder, more gasps and moans and breathy sighs coming from him. His whole body tenses in her hold. His heart beats so fast it reverberates from his to hers. She keeps going, keeps working.

The sound he makes when he does come makes her toes curl. She doesn't let up until he grabs her wrist, wanting to prolong the pleasure for him. Elayna pushes back up. Tyland’s cheeks are red, hair plastered to his face. Elayna hums. When she slides her hand out of his pants, her fingers are sticky with his cum. Tyland flushes, but Elayna grins. Wordlessly, she pops each finger in her mouth and licks and sucks it clean. Tyland’s throat bobs, eyes wide with lust.

“Told you I would make it worth your while.”

Elayna expects him to be flustered, to pull away with an excuse. Instead, the hand on her hip moves upward towards the bodice of her dress. Elayna swallows. Her eyes meet his. Tyland gazes at her with both adoration and unadulterated lust.

“Let me return the favor.” It's phrased as a question but stands as a demand. Elayna's breath catches. She gasps when he trails his fingers along the curve of her breast.

“Tyland, with these skirts, I don't- oh!” She squeaks when his thumb runs over her nipple. His touch stays feather-light, but it still sends a spark of lightning through her. He presses a kiss to the side of her neck. His free hand takes gentle hold of the bottom half of her dress. He slowly drags the fabric up her legs.

“Let me worry about that.”

Elayna wants to argue with him. Between the slow and methodical kisses along her neck and the way he begins to toy with her nipples, she nods. His fingers tease the top of her dress. The thought of him pulling her dress down in the secluded yet somewhat public space makes her whine. If they were caught in such a compromising position, they would have no choice but to marry. She hates the way her pussy clenches at the thought.

“I, fuck, I trust you.”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tylana #NSFT #Kinktober 2024 #Tyland x Elayna #vampire!Elayna l #Vampire AU #persephone writes

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