#WATCH IT ‼️‼️‼️ I COMMAND YOU

[proudly-a-killjoy]

This is the best Cinderella movie. The songs are great, the casting is perfect, it’s got great comedic moments and somehow still puts more development into Cinderella and the Prince’s relationship than any of the other movies I’ve seen, and the set designs and costumes are beautiful. What else can I say

[luffington]

hihi, how are u⁉️ may i request jealous crocodile and/or doflamingo smut? i am OBSESSED w ur fur & feathers story, you’re an amazing writer!! thank you sm 🙏🫶💓‼️

➤ pairing: sir crocodile x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.6k

➤ warnings: dom!crocodile, possessive behavior, spanking, degradation, praise, belly bulge, overstimulation, mentioned breeding kink, established relationship, fem reader

aww i'm glad you like it! i decided to give crocodile some love since i already have a few fics about doffy :3 i had really bad horny brainrot writing this he drives me insane

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Deciding not to join Baroque Works was your own choice, but you shouldn’t be suffering for it.

The crime syndicate’s leader and you had been in a relationship for quite a while. You’d long since accepted his dedication to his job and his workaholic tendencies – a serious job required someone just as serious. But recently, it had gotten to be too much. 

He spent sixteen hours a day holed up in his office, pouring over documents and answering calls and meeting with Miss All Sunday. Grunted quiet greetings when he came home at night, climbing into bed beside you then falling asleep immediately. He’d barely said three words to you all week. 

You were jealous of the fucking Transponder Snail for how much attention it got. It was time to take matters into your own hands.

So you put on your sluttiest dress, a nice pair of heels, and flashy diamond earrings, then wandered around the massive Rain Dinners casino looking for easy prey. You settled on a drunk average-looking man with a winning streak at roulette. He openly ogled your body as you approached, and smirked lecherously when you asked if the empty seat on his left was taken. 

The man clearly wasn’t a local. He didn’t recognize you, even though you weren’t shy about hanging onto Crocodile’s arm in public. And he was much too stupid to notice the casino staff’s constant nervous glances. While laughing and holding your drink, you brushed a flirty hand over his shoulder and pressed your body against him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Crocodile emerge from the staff-only hallway to survey the room. Everything about him commanded attention – his abnormal height, his expensive clothes, his intimidating presence. In a flash, he materialized behind you. Half of his body was still reforming from a whirling sandstorm. Menacing golden eyes shone down at you, but his expression was eerily blank. 

The entire casino fell silent. Everyone’s focus was on you.

Crocodile exhaled a pungent cloud of cigar smoke. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Bullshit. He’d hardly looked at you at all for nearly two weeks. Ignoring the shivers running down your spine, you decided to continue taunting him.

“I’m watching my good friend here play roulette! He’s very lucky, he might take all your money home with him.” You didn’t even remember the man’s name, but you lied with a cheeky grin and firmly patted his thigh twice.

Much too friendly for Crocodile’s liking.

Your lover’s eyes narrowed in on the empty martini glass in front of you. “How many of those have you had?”

“I dunno, three? Four?” You turned to the stranger with a saccharine smile. “Were you keeping count?”

The man was frozen in place, terrified into silence at the sight of the eight foot tall Warlord towering above him. His all-consuming fear made him seem like a small animal staring into a Bananawani’s open jaws.

“You’re drunk. You should sit down.” Crocodile’s tone was steady but dangerous. Always aware of his public image, his carefully chosen words made him seem like the perfect gentleman. 

“But I am sit–“ 

A murderous glare cut you off mid-sentence. You realized you’d taken your bratty act as far as it could go – any more might be threatening to your well-being. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you rose from your seat and automatically moved to his side. Tucked yourself into the folds of his coat, choosing to look down at your heels rather than his face.

“Make yourself comfortable in my office, darling.” The Warlord patted your shoulder, causing you to flinch. His voice dropped an octave as he growled, “I’d like to speak to this lucky gentleman in private.” 

Crocodile’s pristine office was unnervingly quiet. You took a seat on the plush couch facing his desk, nervously bouncing your legs and trying to calm your racing heartbeat. With the lights off, the room was only illuminated by the water surrounding it. Dark shadows of swimming Bananawani regularly moved across the walls. Silly little prey, willingly walking into their nest.

The door suddenly slammed shut behind you. Heavy footsteps slowly approached but you didn’t dare turn around. Rich cologne flooded your nostrils and his golden hook flashed in your peripheral vision. 

Your lover stayed quiet, patiently biding his time until the silence finally got to you. Timidly, you asked, “What happened to that man?”

“What man?” Your lover cocked his head to the side, feigning ignorance. After a moment, a sadistic chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Oh, you mean the mummy in the back room. Let’s say he mysteriously disappeared.”

You whipped your head around with wide eyes. “You killed him for me?” 

Oddly, you didn’t feel bad about it – that man was a creep. Getting rid of him was probably a blessing for the women of Alabasta.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you, dear.” He sounded sincere, but then leaned down and fiercely whispered, “Except play this stupid game of yours. I like showing you off, not sharing you.”

Soft breath tickled your cheek and the fur lining of his coat brushed against your skin. You felt a fire ignite in your core – he was irresistibly sexy when he became possessive (well, more possessive than usual). 

“Have I done something to upset you?” Crocodile kissed and licked down the column of your neck. “Or were you taunting me for fun?”

“Y-You’ve been so busy lately, I was–” The word ‘lonely’ died on your lips when he sunk his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. 

“Oh, my poor dear. Are you feeling neglected?” He cooed when you shyly nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to the bite mark. “I’m very sorry. Work’s been out of control recently, but everything will settle down soon. You have my attention now.”

The tip of his hook slid under your dress’s thin shoulder strap, then cleanly tore through it. He repeated the action on the other side until the torn fabric slipped down to reveal your bare breasts. 

“Not even wearing a bra?” Your lover clicked his tongue, roughly cupping and caressing your right boob then smacking the soft flesh. “If that man looked down your dress, then his death sentence was too lenient. I should’ve tortured him.”

“You’re so scary,” you giggled, letting your head fall back against his sturdy chest with a content sigh. Grainy fingers traced your areola then rubbed over your hardened nipples. Thankfully, you knew you’d never experience the true extent of his wrath – he adored you.

Without warning, he wrapped his cold hook around your throat. The proximity of its sharp edge to such a dangerous area made your hair stand on end. 

“Bend over my desk,” he commanded, gently nipping your ear. “Darling.”

You stumbled over to the enormous desk, legs shaking from anticipation and arousal. Bracing your arms on the polished wood, you arched your back and presented your ass to him. The Warlord took a moment to admire the view, amused by your visible impatience.

“I bought you these,” Crocodile drawled, tracing the waistband of your silky panties with the curved back of his hook. You never saw their price tag, but they felt expensive. He poked your earlobe. “I bought you those earrings, too. They cost more berry than that pathetic man could ever make. Everything about you belongs to me – seems like I have to remind you.”

A large hand came down on your ass hard, jiggling the soft flesh and making you cry out in delight. The collection of rings on his fingers added a delicious extra sting. Three more spanks followed rapidly in the same spot, then four on the other cheek until every part of your ass ached.

Crocodile snickered when you rubbed your thighs together like an animal in heat. A wet spot had already dampened your panties. “Silly little slut. If you wanted to be spanked, you should’ve just asked. No need for all the theatrics.”

“Didn’t have a chance to since you were talking to that Snail all fucking day.” Your petulant mumble quickly turned into a yelp when his hand brutally struck the crease of your thighs. Making sure you’d feel the sting every time you sat down. He grabbed the roots of your hair and yanked your head back. 

“Watch your tone,” Crocodile growled. The Warlord released you, catching you before your limp body hit the desk and easily flipped you onto your back. A wicked smirk almost as wide as his scar spread across his face. He hungrily observed your body like a predator about to pounce. 

He pulled down your panties with an unnerving carefulness – he didn’t want to damage his property, after all. Then he roughly spanked your bare pussy. Your surprised cry of pain echoed throughout the empty room. Satisfied with your reaction, he did it again and again until your folds turned puffy. 

Crocodile spread your cunt using the back of his hook so he could land a direct hit on your sensitive clit. The impact on your bundle of nerves sent electric shocks throughout your body, your back arching painfully off the table. Your lover chuckled and swiped two fingers through your drenched folds. 

“Who else can make you this wet?” Crocodile webbed your juices between his fingers before bringing them to your lips. Obediently opening your mouth, you suckled and swirled your tongue around them. Paying extra attention to his rings, making sure the precious jewels shined with your spit. Though it was a rhetorical question, he pulled his fingers out to hear your response. 

“No one.” You answered honestly, your eyes dilated with lust and chest heaving. “Just you.”

“You’re damn right.” Crocodile unlatched his belt, letting his trousers hit the floor with a metallic clang. His enormous dick smacked against his pelvis, rock hard and leaking pearly precum. You unconsciously licked your lips at the sight. “Can’t let another cock can satisfy you, either. I need to ruin you for anyone else.”

Demanding you to look directly at him, he lined up his tip with your hole and thrust his hips forward. Slowly at first – his massive cock often met resistance in your tiny cunt – but after the first few inches, he slammed the entire length inside. Knocking all the air out of your lungs, your head lolling back on the desk. Crocodile stayed like that, appreciating the pretty bulge in your belly. 

“Crocodile, please…” 

“My name sounds perfect on your lips.” That predatory gaze was back, the need to possess you overwhelming his thoughts. Your lover pulled back until only the tip remained in your dripping pussy, then harshly rammed his dick in all the way. 

Quickly setting a rough pace, Crocodile palmed at your tits with rough hands then leaned into the crook of your neck, whispering a dizzying mix of praise and degrading phrases. All of your coherent thoughts vanished from your brain. 

You clutched onto his coat to ground yourself, to not get lost in the sea of pleasure washing over you. His cock was too fucking big. Too fucking good. It bullied its way inside your wet walls, permanently reshaping them to the perfect fit as he called you his pretty little cocksleeve.

Over a week’s worth of pent-up sexual urges were quickly coming to a head. Crocodile knew your body so well that he immediately recognized the signs of your impending orgasm. He reached his hand between your bodies to rub circles on your clit, pinching and pulling the sensitive nub for good measure.

“H-Holy fuck, ahhh, shit, I’m gonna…” 

The Warlord smirked cruelly and paused his movements with his cock halfway inside you. “Apologize for being a brat. For even looking at that worthless man.”

If you had a stronger resolve, you could’ve kept this game going even longer. Asked him to apologize for ignoring you. Maybe even gotten a few more spanks out of it. But you needed to cum, and you desperately needed his giant cock to move. 

“I’m sorry,” you panted desperately. “I won’t be bratty anymore, I promise. You’re the only man I’ll ever want. I’ll do anything, just – please, please, let me cum.”

“Very good girl.” Crocodile rewarded you by sensually rolling his hips to stir your insides around. Snickering, he admitted, “Although, I do enjoy when you act up every once in a while. You’re especially sexy when you submit to me.”

Your lover resumed fucking you hard enough to make the desk creak. Legs shaking with every thrust, your eyes were unfocused and the only thought in your head was how full you felt. Looking down, you dreamily watched the bump in your stomach move up and down as his dick rearranged your guts.

“Scream my name loud enough for the entire casino to hear when you cum. Let them know who owns you.”

Just one scream wasn’t enough for you – you chanted his name like a prayer as your orgasm hit you in full force. Juices gushed around Crocodile’s cock and dripped down his balls. He lazily fondled your clit to help you through it, only pulling away once the aftershocks had subsided. You lay limply on the desk, face flushed and chest heaving. 

Belatedly, you realized that Crocodile hadn’t budged. A concerning sign.

“You… you didn’t cum?”

“This soon? Of course not. I didn’t commit murder for one measly orgasm,” he chuckled. “Evidently, I have a lot of lost time to make up for. Your cunt better be prepared.”

“W-wait, give me a minute –”

“No, dear, you were right. I spent too much time ignoring you. You deserve all my love.” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that knocked his mushroom tip against your cervix. “And affection.” Another thrust. “And every inch of my cock.”

Filthy squelching sounds and your lover’s balls slapping against your ass accompanied your overwhelmed scream. Tears pricked at your eyes as he increased his pace, your brain becoming as mushy as your cunt. 

“Such a perfect pussy. Only a real man like me can treat it properly.” Crocodile murmured smugly. Leaning down to press his body flush against yours, his muscular pecs squished against your tits. His normally slicked-back hair was coming undone, strands sticking to his forehead from sweat. Dizzying pleasure washed over you when his fingers found your clit again.

Crocodile felt his balls tighten, but held himself back from the edge by slowing down to a relaxed grind, focusing all of his attention on you. You fucking lost your mind when he spelled each letter of his name on your sensitive bundle of nerves. A second orgasm washed over you in a bright light, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you murmured absolute nonsense mixed with cries of his name. 

Your cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice sent him over the edge. At the very last second, Crocodile pulled out to spurt thick stripes of cum across your stomach. With a deep, satisfied groan, he jerked himself to completion until your skin was painted white. Fully marking you as his own. 

Satisfaction and exhaustion made your eyes flutter shut, but Crocodile ensured you stayed awake by giving you a surprisingly tender forehead kiss. Cradling your cheek, he asked, “Feel better?”

“My ass hurts, but yes. I feel great.” You nodded with a fucked-out grin, chasing his lips for a real kiss which he eagerly granted.

“Good. As pretty as you look covered in my cum, the next load is going inside you. I need to fuck a baby into my beautiful girl.”

His next load? Your eyes widened when he began stroking his cock again, still soft but beginning to twitch with interest. Turning your head, you met the downward-turned eyestalks of his shut-off Transponder Snail. 

[vanteguccir]

Chris/Matt using a vibrator on youuu

I'm a total freak with the image of Matt using a vibrator in you, I just know your own intense pleasure from the toy makes this man go absolutely insane and numb 😫‼️ AND LET ME TELL YOU when he makes you reach a squirt for the first time with his stimulation? He won't ever stop!

- a small blurb about matt using a vibrator on you -

The bed was a mess, the sheets soaked with sweat and arousal. The room was filled with Y/N's desperate moans, her cries echoing off the walls. Matt was kneeling between her legs, his eyes fixed on every reaction she had to the relentless touch of the vibrator on her swollen clit.

"Look at the mess you've made, bunny." He murmured, his voice a mix of fascination and perverse satisfaction. The vibrator was on full mode, its intense vibrations pulling sounds from Y/N she didn't even know she could make. "You're so wet... all for me."

Y/N could barely breathe, her hips writhing uncontrollably as Matt pressed the vibrator harder against her clit.

"Matt, please." She begged, her words almost unintelligible through her moans. "Right the-ere."

He chuckled softly, a laugh laced with cruel pleasure. He leaned forward, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nibbling as the vibrator continued its relentless torture. Y/N's body arched, a scream escaping her lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so desperate for me." He whispered against her skin, his words sending waves of pleasure and humiliation through her body. Matt was obsessed with her reactions, his eyes gleaming with each spasm and moan. He wanted more, needed to see how far she could go.

He slid a hand between her legs, his skilled fingers finding her slick entrance.

"Let's see how much you can take." He murmured, his fingers slipping inside her, matching the frenzied rhythm of the vibrator. Y/N screamed, her body shaking violently with the double stimulation.

Matt was in ecstasy, each moan and whimper from her fueling his desire. He pressed the vibrator even harder against her clit, his fingers moving with precision inside her, finding and exploring every sensitive spot.

"I want you to come for me, now." He commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Y/N's body was on the brink of collapse, the pressure inside her building to unbearable levels. With one last desperate cry, she exploded, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her breathless. Liquid gushed from her, soaking the already wet bed even more.

Matt watched, fascinated, as she writhed and arched, her body completely surrendering to the pleasure. He continued to stimulate her clit with the vibrator, prolonging her orgasm until she was gasping and exhausted, her body trembling from exertion.

"Good girl." He whispered, finally turning off the vibrator and withdrawing his fingers from her. He pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words as she recovered. "You were amazing."

Y/N was breathing heavily, still feeling the remnants of pleasure coursing through her body.

"I... I love you." She managed to say, her voice weak but full of emotion.

[satkru]

hewwo um

inumaki gives blowjobs headcanon?🥺

thats all ty

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : inumaki toge x reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ — gollyyyyy, I feel like if I don’t post an actual story im gonna get jumped by all my followers 😭 , also this is more of like a sex headcanon post more than a blowjob headcanon post so . . I deeply apologize nonnie </3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — service top!inumaki , pillow prince!reader , amab anatomy for reader , AGED UP INUMAKI!!! JUJUTSU COLLEGE AU!!

female/female aligned r free to read, idrc

— inumaki loves making u feel handsome, whether that’s by fucking you stupid while whispering one-word compliments into ur ear or by sucking on ur cock until ur balls r fully drained

— he likes to lick on the tip first, swirling his tongue around it while stroking you slowly

— he loves watching your back arch as he licks up a long stripe from the base of your cock to the very tip

— due to his CT, he’s not the best at deepthroating as his throat gets easily damaged, but he surely tries his damn hardest, as your pleasure is everything to him

— surprisingly, toge loves the idea of you two being caught by one of his friends or even gojo

— they were right about the quiet ones being the freakiest, as he can get down and dirty with you if he’s in the right mood

— don’t take his small and flat body for a joke, as his thrusts are diabolical and will leave your ass hurting for 2 days straight

— likes to dom, but doesn’t mind subbing every so often

— mostly fucks you either after school or while switching classes

— uses his technique to his advantage by whispering “cum” into your ear just to watch you cry and shake while a load of sticky white semen shoots out of your cock

— he doesn’t care that after he gives a command his throat starts to hurt, as long as he can see your pretty face contort into one of pleasure, he don’t give a FUCK❕

— inumaki loves tracing over his favorite parts of you, dragging his fingers along the tender skin of your thighs, abdomen, chest, and arms

— toge likes to finger u while his lips are wrapped around your cock, he likes making u cum quickly 🙏🏽‼️

— no doubt he likes it rough and hard

— he loves smacking u on the ass while his going to town on u

— although he’s a sucker for rough and hard sex, he doesn’t mind going slow and passionate with u, showing his love with every thrust

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do prompts by starbabytae 14, 19, and 21 for Aemond Targaryen?

Aemond has gone FERAL in Season 2... so I'm ready. S2 E4 has definitely given me ideas. End is a bit awkward as I was unsure how exactly to fit it with the prompts.

‼️POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR HOTD SEASON 2 - ALTERNATE TAKE ON THE EVENTS OF S2 E4‼️

Prompts Here

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen Prompts 14, 19, 21

“I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.”

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Swearing, Stalking, Mature themes, Typical ASOIAF themes, Potential Targcest (You replace Helaena), Manipulation, Sadism, Threats, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, Murder, Blood mention, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Aemond had gotten used to the fact he'd be overlooked. He wasn't king due to being born after his brother Aegon. He tried to settle with simply being a warrior for his king on top of Vhagar.

But he still hated it all the same.

Aegon, the whiny brat of a king and brother, always got what he wanted because he was older. As king he had all the say. Meanwhile Aemond was left envious and irritated at how incompetent his brother was as king.

Aemond studied like the good prince he is, he's even better in battle. He's a better tactician and doesn't sleep around like his whore of a brother. He doesn't understand. Why must Aegon be king simply because he's older.

What makes it worse? Aegon also got his first and only love.

You were betrothed and married to Aegon. Aemond had loved you since you both were kids, yet the younger prince was forced to watch as you married his brother. Not only that... but he had to witness the babes you bore for him.

The thought still makes Aemond seethe. He's tired of allowing Aegon, an entitled brat, get what he's always wanted. Aemond always thought he'd make the better king... he's always followed his duties...

He wishes you and him were betrothed instead of Aegon.

While you may not belong to him, Aemond still yearns for you. For years he's loved you. Even when you were married to Aegon he still fantasizes about how it would feel to have you as his.

Aemond always watched you from afar, swearing himself as your protector. On top of Vhagar he felt he was the one making decisions for this war. He's the one making plans while Aegon flirts with other women.

Aemond can tell you aren't happy with Aegon... Aemond could treat you so much better.

Aemond wasn't expecting the opportunity to act on his desires ever. At first he was just going to take Criston Cole to take down Rook's Rest along with Rhaenys and Meleys. Vhagar has been so eager for a fight.

Then he saw Aegon swoop in on Sunfyre... making him pause.

He should be ashamed... but the plan was too perfect.

It was too easy to swoop in on Vhagar when Sunfyre and Meleys were busy. Aemond just had to say one word and the whole situation would look like a freak accident. The thought of finally taking what he deserved makes him grin.

"Dracarys!"

The command is short, simple, but executed with a plume of fire from Vhagar as both smaller dragons are struck down.

Aemond took sadistic delight in taking out both riders. The fire from Vhagar was enough to make Aegon and Sunfyre crash down. However, it took some stealth tactics to bite the neck of Meleys to make the red queen fall with her rider.

By the end of the fighting, Aemond found himself standing in front of his burned brother on the ground. His brother barely moved, yet his breathing was faint. Aemond barely hesitated when he picked up his brother's dagger and hovered it over his burned brother's chest.

"I will be the one to make her happy, brother." Aemond whispers, not caring if Aegon even heard or not. "I will be king, I will win this war, and I'll do it much better than you did."

It's then Aemond does the finishing blow, tucking the dagger away before leaving. The sight of the blood trickling from his brother's chest indifferent to him. Criston Cole enters the foliage to see Aemond and the corpse of the king. The knight goes to say something, yet Aemond's remaining eye glares at him.

"It was a freak accident, that's all it was." Aemond hums, walking past the knight. "Say otherwise and I'll have you gutted by my sword."

The loss of Aegon was a much bigger loss to The Greens. In comparison, The Blacks only really lost one dragon and dragonrider. The Greens...? They lost their king.

Which leads to them placing Aemond in power in an attempt to regain control.

The death of your husband makes you... conflicted. You didn't really love him... yet you feared the vulnerability that came from having the king slain. You believed it was genuinely an accident caused by Aegon's rash decision to prove himself.

Completely unaware of the culprit hovering around you, coddling you and cheering you up like he didn't kill his brother.

With the death of Aegon, Aemond began courting you. You're a widow queen... and he's the new king. Naturally... you two end up being betrothed to keep up support for The Greens. The marriage is then scheduled to happen within the week.

Such an announcement brings rumors from both sides and supporters. The whole thing seems too convenient. Soon there were rumors of Aemond being a kinslayer, killing his brother just to take his wife.

Aemond could care less for such problematic rabble.

All he really cared about was making you his, let them gossip.

Aemond couldn't help the playful chuckle that poured out of his lips when he saw you pacing about your chambers. You looked so vulnerable without Aegon around anymore. Now you are his queen... one who should listen to him and love only him unconditionally.

Aegon never deserved you, at least Aemond promises to only pay attention to you.

"Here you are, love." Aemond greets, cupping your cheek. "Gods how I love you... I've always loved you...

Aemond leans closer to brush his lips over yours, you leaning into his touch obediently.

"I'm so happy to call you mine... It makes everything I've done worth it...." Aemond hums, kissing your lips. He craves your taste, your touch, always has since you young.

Now you're finally his to claim....

"I always hated the fact Aegon got to have you..." Aemond whispers, pressing your face closer to his own in between kisses. "I always wanted it to be me... always should have been me... but now you're mine...."

Your feelings for Aemond are... complicated. You loved him more than Aegon yet couldn't help but distrust him. It felt too... planned.

Yet you were scared to push.

"Aemond... it is scandalous to act this way with a recently widowed queen...." You whisper, yet Aemond only ignores the comment.

"Let the commonfolk think what they wish..." Aemond growls, pulling you flush against him. “I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

Aemond then chuckles, the idea of the common people and the royals knowing you're his a pleasing thought. To him, this is the ultimate revenge. Even now he despises his brother for taking advantage of the privilege he was given.

At least Aemond plans to use it right.

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.” Aemond teases, tracing his hands over the exposed skin of your nightgown. "Just as you should be...."

The way you shiver in his touch excites him. Be it from pleasure or fear, he doesn't care. Now that you're his... Why would he ever let go?

"Do you believe the rumors, Aemond?" You ask him in such a sweet voice, his one eye looking at you affectionately. He wonders if you can see the darkness in his violet gaze. "The ones where they call you a kinslayer?"

"Do you believe them?" Aemond asks, affectionately kissing your skin. "Do you really care what the common folk think?"

Aemond waits for you to answer, yet is met with silence. He chuckles at your conflicted gaze, kissing your lips softly. It really didn't change anything if you believed them or not... only two people knew the truth...

and Criston Cole was dangerously close to being hanged, anyways.

"Don't worry so much, love." Aemond whispers, pulling back a bit to view you fully. "You'll hurt yourself... just focus on me..." He kisses you one more time before sitting on the bed, hands on your shoulders. "Could you sit on your knees for me...?"

Obediently you listen to him, making Aemond shiver in anticipation. This was what he always wanted. You listening to him... coddling him... tending to only him.

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.” Aemond praises, petting your head as he lays your head in his lap. "No need to worry about anything, my queen... I'll take care of it all for you."

You merely listen to your new king as he strokes your hair. This is all he's ever dreamed of. Aemond can't hide the dark smirk on his face as he gives you the affection he's always wanted to give.

You shouldn't look too much into rumors, you shouldn't worry about a thing, who cares about the fate of Aegon?

You have Aemond now... he'll fix everything... for you, the kingdom, and the seven realms.

[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author's note: English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

Summary: During a training session, the tension between Hotch and Y/N grew stronger

Warnings: 🔞‼️ new relationship, smut, sexual tension, fluff moments, friends to lovers.

Words count: 4,579k Hope you like it and let me know what you think! Enjoy it!

Something new pt.1

Training session

The BAU training gym buzzed with quiet energy as agents filtered in and out, focusing on their workouts or sparring sessions. Aaron Hotchner, known for his discipline and dedication, was no stranger to this space. However, today, there was an unusual tension in the air, a palpable electricity that seemed to emanate from the presence of a single individual: Lieutenant Y/N L/N.

Having transferred from the Navy to the FBI for a joint task force operation, Y/N had become a familiar face at Quantico. Her strong leadership and tactical skills were undeniable, but it was her long-standing friendship with Aaron that intrigued the team. They shared a history, one that extended beyond their professional interactions.

Y/N had known Aaron before his time at the BAU, back when he was still with Haley. She had always harbored feelings for him but chose to distance herself when she realized he was happy. Now, years later, fate had brought them back together under different circumstances. Haley was gone, and Aaron was a different man—hardened by experience and loss.

Among the agents, Aaron Hotchner stood tall, clad in a fitted black t-shirt and matching athletic pants, his presence commanding even in a casual setting.

Across the room, Y/N tightened her ponytail, adjusting her workout gear. She glanced at Aaron, feeling a slight flutter in her stomach. They had always maintained a professional relationship, but there was an undercurrent of something unspoken between them—a tension she couldn't quite place. Or maybe she could but tried to ignore it.

Today, the BAU was conducting a mandatory self-defense training session. The agents paired off, leaving Y/N and Hotch as the only unpaired duo. He watched as Y/N adjusted her gloves, her movements precise and measured.

She looked up at him, a small, confident smile playing on her lips. "Ready to get your ass kicked, Hotchner?"

He chuckled, a rare sound that softened his otherwise stern demeanor. "We'll see about that, Lieutenant."

They circled each other, assessing, waiting for the right moment. Aaron made the first move, lunging forward with a quick jab. Y/N sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. He felt the controlled strength in her grip, a testament to her training.

"Not bad," he grunted, spinning out of her hold. They continued the dance, a series of strikes and counter-strikes, each testing the other's limits.

As the session progressed, the gym seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the space, mingling with the faint echo of their footfalls on the mats. Aaron couldn't deny the thrill he felt—her agility, her focus—it was exhilarating.

Y/N went for a high kick, aiming for his shoulder. Aaron caught her leg, pulling her off balance. She fell back, but not before hooking her free leg around his waist, dragging him down with her. They landed on the mat, bodies pressed together, the heat between them undeniable.

For a moment, they stayed like that, breath mingling, eyes locked. Aaron's hand rested on her waist, fingers brushing against the exposed skin beneath her shirt. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, mirroring his own.

"Nice move," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

He swallowed, struggling to keep his composure. "You're not bad yourself."

The tension was thick, a live wire crackling between them. Slowly, Y/N disentangled herself, rolling away and standing up. She offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet. As they stood facing each other, Aaron felt a surge of desire, a need to break the unspoken rules they both adhered to so strictly.

With each move, each counter, they seemed to communicate on a different level—silent yet profound. Aaron grabbed Y/N's arm, attempting to pin her again, but she twisted out of his grip with a fluid motion.

"You've gotten better," Aaron remarked, slightly breathless.

Y/N smirked, "You haven't seen anything yet."

She lunged, feinting left before shifting right, catching Aaron off guard. He stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing, a glint of admiration in his eyes. He countered with a swift move, sweeping her legs from under her. She hit the mat with a soft thud, Aaron's body hovering over hers, his breath warm against her skin. The proximity was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, time stood still.

"You've always been a formidable opponent," Aaron said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Y/N looked up at him, her heart pounding. "You never knew the half of it," she replied, her voice equally soft but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper.

The air between them crackled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Aaron's gaze flickered to her lips before he quickly pulled back, extending a hand to help her up. She took it, her touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary.

They continued the session, but something had shifted. The sparring became more intense, their movements more precise. It was as if they were testing the boundaries of their own control, pushing each other to the brink. The gym seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker with the unspoken tension between them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aaron called for a break. The gym door creaked open, and JJ poked her head in. "Hey, we're wrapping up. You two coming?"

Aaron cleared his throat, stepping back. "Yeah, we'll be right there."

JJ nodded, shooting them a knowing smile before closing the door.

Y/N grabbed a towel, dabbing at the sweat on her brow. "That was a good session."

There was a moment of silence, thick with unspoken words. Aaron knew he should step back, and put distance between them. But something kept him rooted in place, his eyes locked on hers.

Y/N shifted, biting her lip. "You know, we should do this more often. Training, I mean."

He raised an eyebrow. "You think so?"

She shrugged, tossing the towel onto a bench. "Yeah. It was...fun."

Aaron's gaze softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Fun, huh? That's not a word I hear often."

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eye. "Maybe you need to loosen up a bit, Hotchner."

He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "Maybe you're right."

Standing there in silence, close yet distant from each other, the room felt small. The air between them cracked with electricity, Hotch lost himself looking at her as a shiver ran along his body and a feeling, he hadn’t felt in years began to spread in his chest. Every muscle tensed at the strange feeling; his stomach tightened, his breathing hitched in his throat and his heart seemed to beat out of his cage.

Y/N felt his eyes on her penetrating her soul, like he was trying to read what was going on in her mind. If only he knew.  “What?”

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Umm, nothing.”

Eager to get up from there, he grabbed his gym bag ready to rush out the door, but Y/N turned towards him at the same time he moved. Face to face, the distance between them was almost nonexistent, she could feel his hot breath on her face.

Driven by some invisible force, Hotch reached out, brushing a strand of loose hair from her face. His touch lingered, fingers trailing down her cheek.

Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes darkening. She leaned into his touch, her hand coming up to rest on his chest. "Hotch..."

He swallowed, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. The sound of his name on her lips sent a rush of heat through him. "We shouldn't," he whispered, even as he leaned in closer.

He hesitated, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. But in that moment, all he could think about was her—the feel of her skin, the warmth of her body. With a quiet groan, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a fierce, desperate kiss.

Y/N responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. The kiss was a clash of need and restraint, a desperate attempt to quench the fire burning between them. Aaron's hands roamed her back, pulling her against him as if trying to merge their bodies.

The world outside the gym ceased to exist. There were no rules, no consequences—only the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of desire. Aaron kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her lips. He felt her hands slide under his shirt, fingers tracing the muscles of his back.

They pulled apart, gasping for air. Aaron rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. "We should stop," he murmured, though his voice lacked conviction.

Y/N nodded but made no move to step back. Her eyes were glazed with desire, lips swollen from their kiss. "We should," she agreed, her voice breathy.

They stood there, caught in the aftermath of their shared moment. Aaron's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of exhilaration and fear. He knew they were treading dangerous waters, but the thought of pulling away felt like a betrayal of everything he wanted.

With a sigh, Aaron gently cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "We can't let this happen again," he said, his voice firm yet soft.

Y/N nodded, her eyes holding a mix of disappointment and understanding. "I know," she replied, her tone resigned.

They pulled away, the loss of contact a cold reminder of reality. Aaron took a deep breath, steadying himself. He offered her a small, rueful smile. "Thank you for the session. It was...enlightening."

She returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Anytime, Hotchner."

With one last lingering look, they turned and walked out of the gym, the air between them heavy with unresolved tension. As they stepped into the hallway, the sounds of the bustling FBI office reminded them of their duties, their responsibilities.

Aaron glanced at Y/N, who was already putting on her professional mask, her expression unreadable. He admired her strength, her ability to compartmentalize. But he couldn't shake the feeling that they had crossed a line, one that couldn't easily be redrawn.

As they rejoined the team, Aaron felt a pang of regret. He knew he had to be the responsible one, to maintain the boundaries. But as he watched Y/N interact with the others, a small, rebellious part of him wondered what it would be like to break the rules, to give in to the undeniable chemistry between them. A small part of him wished he wasn’t so strict with rules.

As the days passed, Hotch and Y/N fell back into their professional roles, maintaining a careful distance. The BAU team, ever perceptive, seemed to sense the undercurrent between them but chose not to comment. Work carried on, cases came and went, and the tension between Hotch and Y/N simmered beneath the surface.

One evening, after the team had finished a particularly grueling case, Y/N found herself in the conference room finishing some paperwork. Hotch noticed her and quietly entered the room, not wanting to disturb her.

He couldn't help but admire her. She was focused, her brow furrowed in concentration as she studied the files. Despite the exhaustion etched on her face, she radiated a quiet strength that Aaron found both admirable and alluring.

She looked up after a while, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Aaron standing there, his eyes filled with concern.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

"Hey," she replied, her tone guarded.

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "I wanted to check on you.”

"I’m fine. It’s just being a long day," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Aaron nodded, watching her carefully. "Yeah, it was. You should get some rest."

She looked up, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking away. "I will. Just need to finish up a few things."

Aaron hesitated, feeling the familiar pull toward her. He knew he should leave, and give her space, but the urge to bridge the gap between them was too strong. He took a deep breath and closed the distance, his footsteps echoing in the empty room.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

*

When the team noticed Hotch and Y/N in the conference room, they exchanged curious looks. Around Reid’s desk, everyone was trying hard to avoid gazing towards the conference room, keeping in mind the promise to never profile each other. Rules they broke repeatedly.

Of course, they notice the change in behavior between their boss and the Lieutenant, the tension filling the room every time the other walked into the room, and the stolen glances when they thought no one was watching. 

Truth be told, they hoped something would happen between them. They were so alike, workaholics, strict to the rules but ready to break them to save one of their own, authoritative and well-respected figures. Legends in their environment.

Hotch needed someone like Y/N at his side, someone who could understand the long hours. They never blamed Haley for the divorce, they knew this job took a lot from the people around them too, and wished that Hotch would stop blaming himself for what happened.

As the agents started gathering their things, Emily spoke with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, what's the deal between them?" she asked in a low voice, just loud enough for the team to hear. "They seem... closer than usual."

Derek leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "You think there's something going on between Hotch and Y/N?"

Spencer blinked, his brow furrowing in thought. "They do seem to have a strong rapport," he mused, tilting his head. "But it could just be a mutual respect for each other's skills. They're both highly trained professionals, after all."

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "Always the rational one, aren't you, pretty boy? But come on, did you see the way they looked at each other? There's definitely something there."

“Whatever it is, it’s not our business,” Dave spoke, interrupting the arguments.

*

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, her eyes widening. “I’ve got an emergency,” she said abruptly, grabbing her phone and standing up. "I need to go."

Hotch’s heart skipped a beat. "Is everything alright?"

She shook her head, not elaborating. "I’ll explain later. I have to go."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried out of the room, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions. He watched her leave, his brow furrowing and a feeling of unease settling in his gut.

She rushed out of the room, walking past the team to head to the elevators. The team exchanged glances; their curiosity piqued by the sudden change in Y/N’s behavior.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Dave shouted from Reid’s desk, seeing her in a hurry.

“Work emergency.”

Aaron’s gaze followed her as she walked out the glass doors. He could sense that something was off, but he had no way of knowing what the emergency was. He sighed and returned to his office, desperately trying to avoid the team’s question looks.

Hours later, the office was quiet. The team had left for the night, and the building was nearly empty. His thoughts were consumed by Y/N; her sudden departure, the unspoken words between them. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unresolved, and he needed to figure out what it was.

Hotch headed to the gym with a determined stride, hoping to clear his mind. The gym was dimly lit, with only the occasional beam of light cutting through the shadows. He changed into more comfortable clothes and started placing meticulously the bandages on his hands.

He started punching the bag with a force he didn’t even know he had. All the frustration, all the tension, was drifting out of his body, slowly, too slowly. Y/N occupied all his thoughts, every time she came to his mind, he felt something strange in his stomach. That kiss was wrong, so wrong and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about her.

Later that night, when Y/N came back that night, the gym was deserted. Or at least she hoped so. Already in her gym clothes, she was greeted by the rhythmic thudding of gloves hitting a heavy bag. The sight she met with was Hotch with his shirt soaked with sweat, punching the bag with intense force, his muscles rippling with each powerful strike. His face was a mask of concentration, brows furrowed and jaw set as if he was trying to punch away whatever demons haunted him.

Y/N stood in the doorway, watching him silently, not wanting to intrude. But the magnetic pull she felt towards him was too strong to resist. The shirt perfectly hugging his chest and arms, the sweat scrolling down his face, the grunts he made every time his fits touched the bad, did something to her.

The familiar feeling she felt when they kissed, was growing stronger in her stomach. The sight of him made her heart race, a fire started to spread in her chest, and a sense of admiration filled her. She had seen him in countless professional situations, always composed and in control. But this was different—this was raw, unfiltered Aaron Hotchner.

She leaned against the wall, her eyes never leaving him as he pounded the bag. She could see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his muscles flexed and strained with each movement. It was a sight that stirred something deep within her, a longing that she had tried so hard to suppress.

The intensity of his workout mirrored the intensity of their earlier encounter. It was clear that he was using the physical exertion to work through his frustrations, perhaps his own confusion over their charged moment.

After a few moments, Aaron paused, wiping his face with a towel. He looked up and saw her standing there, her presence startling him. For a brief second, their eyes locked, and the weight of the evening’s events seemed to settle between them.

“Didn’t expect to see you back here,” Hotch said, his voice rough from exertion.

Y/N stepped further into the gym, her gaze steady. “Didn’t expect to see anyone here this late.”

She walked over to the bench and set down her water bottle, feeling his eyes on her every step of the way. The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that wrapped around them, drawing them closer together.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Not at all."

He watched her as she carefully wrapped her hands and moved closer to him, his eyes scanning her face. "You seemed pretty rushed earlier. Is everything okay?"

She let out a sigh, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It was just some work-related stuff. Nothing to worry about."

Hotch wasn’t convinced but didn’t push further. He kept scanning her trying to catch any sign of discomfort. Once she was done, her gaze met his, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. She knew that look. "Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Like you have any right to be worried.” She said sharply.

Her words hit him like a train. His features softened as he felt his heart broke in his chest at the pain. “Y/N. Of course, I’m worried. We’re friends.”

Friends. Odd choice of words, she thought, the word echoing in her mind. Friends didn't kiss like that, didn't share the kind of moments they had. But she knew why he said it, why he needed to draw that line. Still, it stung.

"Friends. Right," she repeated, her voice flat. She quickly brushed off her thoughts and changed the subject, not wanting to explore more of his assumption. “Want to go a few rounds?" she asked, her tone casual while heading to the mats in the center of the room.

He sighed, noticing her attempt but didn’t say anything. “Sure, why not.”

The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable, and Hotch felt a familiar thrill. He joined her on the mats, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. They stood facing each other, the air between them charged with unspoken tension.

"Alright," Aaron said, his voice low. "Let's see what you've got."

They began slowly, testing each other's reflexes with light jabs and evasive maneuvers. As the intensity increased, so did the closeness of their movements. Every block, every dodge brought them closer, their breaths mingling in the confined space. It was a dance of skill and desire, each touch igniting a spark.

Aaron's eyes were locked on Y/N's, the heat in his gaze mirroring her own. He feinted left, then moved in quickly, pinning her arms behind her back. She gasped, their faces inches apart. For a moment, they stood frozen, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the gym.

"Got you," he murmured, his voice husky.

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Not quite."

In a swift move, she twisted free, using the momentum to sweep his legs out from under him. Aaron landed on his back, the air rushing from his lungs. Before he could react, Y/N was on top of him, straddling his hips. She pinned his wrists to the mat, her breath hot against his skin.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Lieutenant.” He said with a smirk on his face.

She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his. “You too, Agent,” she whispered, her tone teasing.

They stayed like that, locked in place, the weight of their unresolved feelings pressing down on them. Aaron could feel the heat of her body, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. His pulse raced, a mix of adrenaline and desire coursing through his veins.

The space between them seemed to shrink, the air thick with anticipation. Aaron's resolve wavered, the boundaries he'd set for himself crumbling under the intensity of the moment. He could feel her breath on his lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin. It was a temptation he couldn't resist any longer.

With a low growl, he surged upward, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Y/N responded immediately, releasing his wrists to wrap her arms around his neck. Their kiss was a clash of passion and pent-up frustration, each trying to pour all their unspoken feelings into the embrace.

Aaron's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. He could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves against him. His evident desire was strong under her, sending shivers along her spine. The world outside the gym ceased to exist; there was only her, only this moment. Their kiss grew more desperate, more urgent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time.

Y/N broke the kiss first, gasping for air. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire. “This is highly unprofessional,” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

Aaron cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "I know," he replied, his voice rough with emotion. "But I can't stop."

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Me neither."

With a shuddering breath, she leaned down, kissing him again. This time, it was slower, more deliberate. Hotch's hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. He felt her shiver under his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

As their kisses grew more heated, Y/N pushed against his chest, could feel his heartbeat. He ran his hands through her hair, his lips trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through him.

One of her hands slid under his shirt and Aaron's breath hitched as her hands touched his bare skin, her touch both tender and possessive. She leaned in, pressing her lips to the crock of his neck. He groaned softly, his hands tightening on her waist.

They paused, breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together. Aaron looked into her eyes, seeing the same mix of desire and uncertainty reflected in them. He knew they were crossing a line, again, but in that moment all he wanted was her.

With a soft growl, Hotch captured her lips again, pulling her even closer. Their kisses were frantic, their hands exploring each other's bodies with a desperate need. In the heat of the moment, Hotch rolled them on the mats, ending on top of her.

Pulling apart, their eyes locked again. Dark and filled with desire, it was like looking into each other's soul. Aaron rested his forehead against hers, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N was the first to speak, her voice playful but barely above a whisper. "Crossing the line again, Hotchner?"

He sighed, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "I know," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "But I don't want to stop."

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and pride. "Neither do I."

They stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. Hotch knew they had a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out. But for now, he was content to just be with her, to enjoy the warmth of her body and the softness of her touch.

Eventually, they pulled away, their breathing steadying. “We should probably get going,” she murmured, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Aaron chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Yeah, probably."

Reluctantly, they separated ready to get up. As they recollected their belongings, they felt a sense of peace. Taking this step forward, not knowing where it would lead was a jump in the dark and neither of them was used to having things out of their control, but this time it felt different. It felt right.

As they left the gym together, Aaron reached out, taking Y/N's hand in his. She looked up at him, a surprised but pleased smile crossing her face. He squeezed her hand, a silent promise that whatever came next, they would face it together.

The night was cool, the stars faintly visible above the city lights. They paused by Y/N's vehicle, and Aaron found himself reluctant to let her go.

He glanced at her, his dark eyes searching her face. "Y/N... Come home with me?" His voice was soft, the question hanging in the cool night air. It was an invitation and a challenge, a step into the unknown. “Jack is with Jessica.” He added

Y/N looked up at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she seemed to weigh the gravity of his words. Then, with a slight nod, she smiled. "Okay," she replied, her voice steady despite the tumult she felt inside.

A smile spread wide across his face and for the first time in a long time, Aaron felt hopeful. They walked to his car hand in hand, ready to explore those feelings they tried so hard to ignore over the past few weeks.

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[theguyinthemathexamples]

From the Beauty, to the Creation

— to celebrate my beloved Argenti coming home after i first lost to Bronya (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

— C/W : trying a new fic format, extremely self indulgent, possibly ooc 😞, spoilers?, my first sahsr/sahsrau fic‼️

Being the vessel of an Aeon that was thought to have long since passed was no easy feat, as it required other Aeons to set their sights on you first.

Some call Them the Aeon of Creation, others the Aeon of Fate; the IPC have yet to decipher their time of arrival, much less their motives. Though, most theorize that they materialized long before the first atom had started moving, only to stay dormant in a state akin to hibernation after setting the universe up for self replication and ever expansion.

(more utc‼️‼️)

Their presence felt like home, a warm embrace, maybe even a light in the dark, or perhaps a form of escapism. Everyone is sure of one thing: once you accept Their calling, and accept the Astral Express's conductor's invitation, there will never be a way to turn back.

To others' eyes, a faint string can be seen reaching the heavens itself, tracing down a vessel, caressing their whole beings like a forced blanket thrown at their face.

An almost addicting bliss could be felt after these possessions, before that moment of ethereal release comes crashing down. Though, those that are used to always moving around — those with more stamina — don't usually feel this drawback as much as the others.

More often than not, the feeling of being watched and dazed dissipates and a feeling of fatigue sets in — intense tiredness, and even a slight chance to feel dizziness, had been reported from these... events.

But most importantly, a voice could be heard. A voice that many described as one which contained a thousand choirs, perhaps millions.

Among those was Argenti, a man of excellent talents that walked on the Path of Erudition, though claims to walk that of Beauty. One of the most recent vessels, per say.

He first felt this presence after accidentally hitting the Astral Express with his own ship, the "One and Only", he called it, the faint strings caressing the being of three out of the six Trailblazers.

To exude such a warm, calming aura around one at all times is truly a magnificent display of beauty, he thought.

The second time, however, it was quite a sudden moment. A strange letter was penned to him, claiming that it could make his goal of spreading the Beauty, if he used the golden ticket provided inside, a dozen steps closer.

The weirdest aspect was that he kept hearing faint whispers around him. Was this how vessels gained an invitation?

Though, feeling hesitant about this strange letter, he chose to send it instead to the Commander of the Silvermane Guards, Lady Bronya Rand, so that someone else could experience such a wonderful event.

The letter warned him that he must accept this invitation, were he to receive such a letter once more.

Third time's the charm, as they say, as not only did Argenti get another letter not too long after, the voices were much louder this time. They were more persuasive, more hoping and, most importantly, more enticing.

The letter beforehand told him of the earlier warning, and this one did not hesitate to emphasize it in the second paragraph.

And, left with no other choice, he had to accept this invitation. He truly didn't expect getting treated with such warmth and excitement seeping through every vein in his body.

He briefly caught sight of the Aeon in all their glory — was this a sign that his fate towards meeting the Beauty was slowly coming into fruition?

Being blessed by two Aeons, even briefly catching their attention, was a feat unlike any other, but being chosen as an active vessel by one? What a truly great achievement.

Along with the Trailblazer that caught him, four others stood behind them. A master swordsman that went by Yanqing, the owner of Neverwinter Workshop, Lady Serval Landau, the Commander of the Silvermane Guards he'd given the invite to earlier, Lady Bronya Rand, and a child that waved at him who called herself Lynx Landau.

Quite an interesting group of people, but a beautiful bond of friendship swirled among them nonetheless.

Slowly, he could feel himself getting stronger, even more so than before. This mysterious Aeon had gifted him so many things already, yet it doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

From the creations of the acolytes of the Aeon of Remembrance, Lightcones, to relics which were created from anomalies caused by the Antimatter Legion, and more — all were given to him to make him more powerful.

It was as if meeting and becoming the puppet of this Aeon could make you undeniably better than your former self, even after you thought you were already at your peak.

The world doesn't revolve around you? The creator of the universe lovingly revolves around me 24/7, thank you very much.

In a place unknown, a black haired Stellaron Hunter sneezes, causing two others beside him to sneak a small glance.

He merely huffs, averting his own gaze away.

... Ignorance is often bliss.

This is my first time writing my beloved so I'm sorry in advance if he's ooc 😞😞

I hope you all liked this cuz i def liked making it hehe

Next on the agenda? My thoughts on sahsr/sahsrau :DDD

[wearentdelulu]

UNTOUCHED (Sylus x femreader) (+18!!)

Summary: after a long day from doing your mission you run into Sylus. What will happen once you’re alone with him in his home….. (“your mouth can lie, but not your body…”)

Story title: UNTOUCHED Sylus One Shot

Authors Note: this story contains mature content. Viewers 18+ are required. This is my first story I hope you all enjoy. Incase you aren’t familiar with Sylus I will give a quick summary on him.

Sylus is the leader of Onychinus in the N109 zone. He can read anyone’s desires just by looking at them in the eye using his Evol powers.

Again this story is rated R‼️

OKAY LETS GET ON WITH THE STORY ‼️‼️

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As you walked back home from a mission, the sky suddenly began to pour down heavy rain. “Damn it” you mumble to yourself as you pick up your pace. As you reach the bus stop a black SUV pulls up beside you. You watch the window roll down to reveal Sylus. “Get in.” He says in his all too familiar commanding tone.

It’s not normal for you to run into him on this side of town. Considering he’s the leader of the N109 zone, his presence here alone could cause trouble.

“I’m fine Sylus, you should leave before someone sees you.” You sit down at the bus stop bench, your clothes sticking to your now drenched body.

Sylus raised an eyebrow, skeptical. He took a look at your soaking wet clothes and shivering frame, clearly not convinced. “Sure you are. Get in kitten and I’m not asking.”

Kitten……. He gave you that nickname months ago and you never understood why, but then again you didn’t hated it either….or him. As much of a narcissist asshole he is, you couldn’t help be always be attracted to him. His face was flawless for the most part, aside from a thin scar crossing his right eye, but god…..why did that make him even hotter than before. He was a very tall man with a perfect muscular form. Every movement he makes gave off confidence and authority.

You snap out of your thoughts as you felt a muscular arm pull you into the car. He straps the seatbelt on you and closes the passenger door. You watch him get back into the car, his clothes now sticking to his muscular frame. His gray hair now sticking to his forehead. “You’re so stubborn kitten.” He says pulling away from the bus stop.

You bristled at his words, defensiveness pricking beneath your cold exterior. “I can handle myself. I’m not some fragile little girl who needs your help all the time. I’ll be fine once I get home and change.”

Sylus remains quiet for a moment, his eyes never leaving the road. His expression unchanging. “You’re coming home with me, kitten.”

“W-What?!” Your heart thumped anxiously in your chest at his words. You didn’t know what to make of the situation. Why is he taking you to his house and not yours? What is he up to? And why are you slightly excited at the thought of being alone with him.

He shrugs as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re soaked to the bone and you’re shivering like a leaf. You need somewhere dry and warm to get you out of these clothes. My house is closer than yours.” He stated his tone leaving no room for debate.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You couldn’t deny that he had a point, the wetness from your clothes were making you miserable. But the thought of being at the mercy of someone like Sylus, someone so guarded and cold, sent a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the your soaked clothes. “I……I guess you’re right.” You admitted reluctantly. “It’s just a bit strange though. We aren’t this comfortable around each other.”

Sylus lets out a scoff. His cold gaze flickering to you then the road. “You got any better ideas then? He asked, his words laced with a bit of sarcasm. “You want to stay in the rain and wait until you catch a cold? Admit it kitten, you don’t have a choice.”

You flinched at his words, the harshness in his tone cutting through you. You knew he had a point, but the thought of being alone in his house, made your stomach churn with unease and excitement. But you were cold, wet, and the idea of getting out of your soaked clothes sounded so appealing. You took a deep breath, your voice quivering slightly. "No...I don't have any better ideas..."

Sylus seemed satisfied with your answer, a small, smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He kept driving in silence, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

——————-

After a few more minutes, he pulled up to a large, elegant mansion, the car coming to a halt in the driveway. "We're here," he said bluntly, unlocking the car doors. Your eyes widened as you looked up at the huge mansion in front of you. Sylus lived here? It seemed so...grand and extravagant.

You stayed in the car for a moment, your heart racing with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Then, with a deep breath, you pushed open the car door and stepped out, the rain still pelting your wet skin. Sylus was already walking towards the house, clearly expecting you to follow. With a hesitant step, you started after him, the water from your clothes leaving a trail behind you.

Sylus leads you up the path and through the front door, his footsteps silent and deliberate. The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside - luxurious, spacious, and meticulously clean. He gestured towards a staircase that led to the second floor.

"Bathroom's up there. You can take a shower to warm up. There's towels and a change of clothes on the counter," he instructed, his voice cool and firm.

“Thanks” you nod as you start making your way up stairs towards the bathroom. Sylus watched as you made your way up the stairs, his gaze lingering on your disappearing figure. There was something about your vulnerability, your uncertainty, that drew him in. His eyes darkened slightly as he contemplated you. As you reached the top of the stairs and headed towards the bathroom, he ran a hand over his face, his thoughts spinning at a rapid pace. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants, his expression impassive as he waited for you to finish.

You shut the bathroom door behind you, the sound echoing in the lavish space. You leaned back against the door, heart racing. You couldn't deny that there was a strange, almost magnetic pull between yourself and Sylus... You glanced around the bathroom, the scent of his shower gels and the sight of his razor and shaving cream on the counter causing you to blush. You quickly started undressing, your cold, wet clothes clinging to your skin.

You stepped under the hot, steaming water, letting out a blissful sigh as the warmth began to sink into your cold, aching body. You used Sylus's soap and shampoo, the fragrance filling your nostrils and making you feel as if you were being enveloped by him. You were acutely aware of the fact that you were in his house, using his bathroom, using his things. It seemed so intimate, so personal.

Sylus could hear the sound of the shower running, could almost imagine the steam rising from the hot water and your icy skin slowly warming up. His mind kept conjuring images of your body under the spray of water, your face tilted back in ecstasy, your hair dripping...

He growled to himself, shaking his head trying desperately to snap himself out of it. He couldn't feel this way, not about you. It was wrong, it was stupid.

——————-

A little later you turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around herself. You looked at your reflection in the large mirror, your cheeks flushed from the heat. You felt much warmer, but you were now aware of the fact that you were wearing nothing in Sylus’s house. With a deep breath, you took the change of clothes that Sylus had laid out for you. A pair of sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. You quickly put them on, the clothes a bit baggy on your frame.

As the you descended the stairs, your footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor, you reached the bottom step and looked up, your breath catching in your throat. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of Sylus, half-dressed, obviously just out of the shower himself. He was facing away from you, pulling on a shirt over his bare torso, water still dripping from his wet hair. The sight sent a wave of heat through your body, your eyes tracing over the muscles flexing in his back...

Sylus pulled the shirt fully on and turned around, his gaze falling on the you standing froze at the bottom of the stairs. He observed you silently, taking in the way his sweatpants and t-shirt hung loose on your body, the way your hair was damp and clung to your face, the rosy flush still on your cheeks. For a moment, he didn't say anything, just looked at you. Then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You stood there, feeling all too aware of the fact that they were alone, the house dead silent except for the sound of their breathing. Sylus's smirk made your heart flutter, and shifted on your feet, the loose pants around your hips slipping slightly. "Th-thank you for letting me use your shower," you managed to whisper, your voice quivering slightly.

Sylus chuckled, the sound low and amused and entirely too attractive. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't mention it," he said, his tone light but his gaze intense. "Couldn't let you freeze to death, could I?" He paused for a moment, his eyes wandering over you once more. Then, he spoke again, his voice lower, more intense. "You look good in my clothes, by the way."

Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink at his comment. You fidgeted with the hem of the t-shirt, unable to meet his gaze. "Th-thanks," you mumbled, your heart hammering in your chest. "They're...they're comfortable." You didn't know what else to say, your mind reeling from his proximity, from his intense gaze that made your stomach flutter with nerves and something else...

Sylus took another step closer, standing a mere foot away from you, his eyes raking over every inch of your face, down to you neck, shoulders, the curve of your hips... He was so close you, could smell the scent of his soap and shampoo, could feel the heat radiating off his body. "I’ve never seen you so nervous kitten." he said, his voice quieter now, the tone almost intimate. “Cat got your tongue?”

You swallowed again, throat dry. Being this close to him was sending your senses into overdrive. You had to consciously remind yourself to breathe. “I um…” you turn your gaze away from him.

“You know I can easily get it out of you. You know my power of compulsion tells me exactly what you’re so afraid to say.”

The statement, spoken so simply yet so earnestly, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You could feel your pulse racing, your body responding to his nearness in a way you couldn't control. You knew that once you locked eyes with him it’d used his power to read your thoughts…..your desires. And you knew once he’d did it’d all be over for you.

"But…..” he trails off. “I rather hear you say it with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’re overthinking things.” You managed to say gaining some kind of confidence. “You’re always over your own head sometimes. I just wanted to thank you for the clothes that’s all.”

Sylus leans in, his smirk growing wider seeing the effect he’s having on you. He reaches out grabbing your chin, tilting your head up to meet with his gaze. “I think we both know what you’re thinking about, kitten. So tell me what you want and maybe I’ll fulfill your request.”

Your eyes widened, your pulse quickening even more at his words. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his presence overwhelming your senses. You tried to come up with a witty response, but your brain seemed to have short-circuited.

"I...I—" you stumbled, your voice trailing off as you stared up at him, completely flustered. “I don’t know what…..what you’re talking about.”

Sylus chuckled at your inability to respond, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He leaned in even closer, his face almost touching yours. He could hear the hitch in your breath, could see the way your eyes darkened with desire. "Speechless already, hm?" he teased, his voice a sultry whisper. "Just from me standing here. I wonder what other things I could make you speechless about..."

Your head was spinning. His proximity, his voice, the promises in his words...it was all too much. Your body trembled slightly under his gaze, your heart racing like a drum in your chest. You tried to look away, to compose yourself, but your eyes kept drifting back to his, drawn to him like a magnet. "S-stop it," you mumbled, your voice quivering. "You're...you're being ridiculous..."

Sylus chuckled again, the sound deep and rumbling. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering at your earlobe. "Am I?" he murmured, his eyes flickering to your lips. "Or maybe...just maybe...you're enjoying this a little too much……Your mouth can lie but your body can’t, kitten.”

You let out a shaky breath, unable to deny his words. The way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you and talking to you... It was like gasoline on a fire. Your body was responding on its own accord, leaning into his touch, wanting more, wanting all of him... "Sylus..." you breathed, your voice pleading and needy.

Sylus's smirk faded, replaced by a look of intense desire. Hearing his name on your lips like that, the raw need in your voice... It shattered the last of his self-control. In a swift, fluid motion, he grabbed you by the hips, pulling you flush against him. His body pressed against yours, his hands sliding under the fabric of the t-shirt, his palms splaying across your bare skin. "Say it again," he growled, his lips hovering over her throat. “Say it, kitten.”

You gasped as you were pulled against him, your body molding to his like it was made for him. Your breath hitched as his hands caressed your skin, the feeling of his palms against your bare flesh sending shockwaves through your entire body. "Sylus, please—" you whimpered, your voice a mix of pleading and desperation. You couldn’t think, you could only feel, only crave more of his touch. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate because you were. Your body begged to be touched, to be claimed by him.

Sylus growled again, the sound primal and possessive. Your pleading voice, your body pressed against him, your skin hot under his hands... It was driving him crazy. He ran his lips over her throat, his teeth nipping at your flesh as he spoke. "Please, what?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. "What do you want, kitten?" He rolled his hips against yours, his body telling you exactly what he wanted, exactly what you were doing to him...

You shivered violently, a moan escaping your lips as he rolled his hips against yours. You could feel him, hard and hot against you, and it was overwhelming, it was too much and not enough at the same time. You clutched at his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his flesh, searching for something, anything to anchor you. "Y-you," you gasped, your voice ragged with need. "I want...I want you..."

Sylus was hanging on by a thread. His breathing was ragged, his body taut like a coiled spring. The words that you spoke, the way you looked, the way you responded to his touch... It was like a drug, one he couldn’t get enough of. He pulled you even closer, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands roamed over your body, desperate to touch every inch of you...

You melted into the kiss, returning it fiercely, your body arching against his, desperately seeking more. Your hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, his chest, your fingers tracing the muscles that were flexing under your touch. Every nerve, every fiber of your body was on fire, responding to his touch in ways you had never experienced before. You felt drunk, dizzy with desire, the world narrowing down to only him, his touch, his taste, his presence...

Sylus broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps. He picked you up effortlessly, one arm behind your back and the other under your thighs, holding you against him. Your hands clung to his shoulders as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, then gently laid you down on the bed. He stood over you for a moment, his gaze raking over you as you lay before him, a beautiful, willing offering...

Sylus watched as you stared up at him, your body trembling subtly. The look in your eyes. A mixture of anticipation and submission fed his own desires, making them burn hotter, brighter. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, his arms caging you in. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted you," he murmured, his voice a guttural rumble. "how badly I've wanted to have you, to take you, to claim you..."

“I’ve…..I’ve never…” you mumble avoiding his gaze. A hint of embarrassment and vulnerability at your inexperience.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at your admission, surprised and yet not at the same time. There was a sense of innocence about you, a purity he hadn't expected. It made the fire within him burn even hotter. "Never?" he echoed, his voice gravelly. "You've never let someone touch you like this, take you like this?"

You shook your head. You tried to look away, but his gaze held you captive. "N-no," you whispered, your voice small. "I...I've never wanted anyone else like this... like I want you..."

He lowered himself onto you further, his body pressing against yours, pinning you to the bed. He threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping it gently but firmly as he dipped his head to her ear. "And now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "I'm going to be the only one who touches you like this. The only one you'll ever want, the only one you'll ever need."

He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull back if you wanted to. But you didn't. His lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened, becoming more passionate, his arms wrapping around you possessively.

You couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel, your body writhing under his touch, your mind spinning with a riot of sensations. The pressure of his body against yours, the taste of his mouth, the way his hands moved over your skin, as if he was mapping every inch of you. "Sylus," you gasped, your voice ragged with desire, "please..."

“Patience kitten.” He looked down at you, his eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of you lying before him, so innocent and untouched. He reached out and gently pushed your legs apart, spreading you wide for his gaze. “We need to get you ready for me.”

He lowered his head between your thighs,removing the sweat pants then your underwear. His warm breath caressing your most private parts. You gasped, your hands flying to his hair as he began to kiss you there, his tongue gentle yet insistent. "Shh," he murmured against your flesh, his hands tightening on your thighs. “Let me take care of you.” He mumbled against your thighs. “Just trust me.”

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, the only sound that passed your lips was a soft moan. You trusted him, implicitly, completely. You were in his hands, at his mercy, and you surrendered willingly.

He paused, lifting his head up. "Have you ever touched yourself here, kitten?"

“N-No.” you stumbled out, not able to hide your moans and gasp.

"Good," he growled. "Because from now on, I'll be the only one to touch you here. Only my fingers, my tongue, my cock." He returned to his task, his tongue pushing inside you, exploring your tight heat.

You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body burning with heat and pleasure. Sylus knew just how to touch you, how to draw out every sweet sound from your throat, how to bring you to the edge and keep you in a state of almost unbearable pleasure.

"Sylus," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. "Please...please, I can't...I can't take anymore..."

"You can," he replied, his voice a growl. "And you will. You'll take what I give you, kitten.”

He felt your body tense beneath him as you neared your release, his tongue thrusting rhythmically into you. "Let it happen." he urged, his fingers joining his tongue to stretch you further. He looked up at you, his red eyes glinting in the room light. As you cried out in ecstasy, your inner walls clenching around his tongue, Sylus swallowed your release, his face buried between your thighs. He stayed there for a long moment, savoring the taste of your cum before finally lifting his head, his chin dripping with it.

He rose, untying his belt and getting rid of his pants, his underwear practically flying off. His cock sprang free, thick, long, and ready. He knelt between your legs, his body tensing as he guided himself to your entrance. "Look at me," he rasped, his voice heavy with desire. “You’re so needy, kitten.” He pumps himself as he watches you below him.

You watch as he pumps himself, his long length making you feel intimidated and anxious, but a part of you wants him more than anything right now. Taking a deep breath you try to still your nerves.

“We gotta get you ready for me, kitten…..again. I’m not a small man and neither is my cock. I’m getting inside of you one way or another.” He says with a grin as he leans now and slips his hand down, exploring your folds gently. He finds your entrance, slipping a finger in. He's so gentle, yet you still wince at the slight discomfort. "Relax" he says, his voice laced with desire as you watche his fingers disappear inside of you. “You’re so tight, kitten.” He slowly begins to move his finger in and out of you, the sensation strange yet not unpleasant. “Focus on me. Nothing but me.”

You nod taking a deep breath as you let him stretch you wider with each thrust.

Satisfied that you're handling it well, he slips in another finger. The stretching sensation is more pronounced, and you grimace slightly. "Breathe," he reminds you, his voice low. He grins as he feels your body relax and accommodate him. "Good girl," he praises.

He continues to stretch you, adding a third finger after some time. You whimper at the intrusion, your fingers gripping his arms tightly. "Look at you taking it so well," he encourages, his voice warm. "Just a little more." Finally, he curls his fingers, pressing against that spot inside you.

Your moan fills the room, and he grins, nuzzling your neck. "Remember this feeling," he says. He withdraws his fingers, and leaves you empty. Then he sits up positioning himself between your thighs, his cock springing free, dripping with pre cum. "Last chance to back out,"

You swallowed, your throat dry, your body shaking with need. You managed to find your voice, your words coming out in a ragged whisper. "Please Sylus," you breathed.

"Look at me," he commands. “I want to watch you take my cock for the first time.” You lock eyes with him as he slowly enters you. You gasp at the intrusion, the sensation of burning pain intense. Tears well up in your eyes, and he kisses them away. "Shhh, kitten."

“I…..I can’t….y-you’re too big.” You whimper not used this level of pain and discomfort.

“You can.” He commands. “And you will.” He pauses, giving you time to adjust. You take a deep breath, trying to relax your body. "Fuck you're so tight," he grits out, his voice strained.

Slowly, the pain begins to fade away, leaving you with a feeling of fullness. He starts to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth. “There you go. Take it, take my cock like a good little kitten.”

He begins to pick up pace, his thrusts becoming more confident. You feel him hitting that spot inside you, and your back arches off the bed. He lets out a low moan, his head burying in the crook of your neck. "Fuck……kitten. You’re sucking me in so tight." he murmurs.

His movements become more urgent, his breath hot against your neck. You can feel the pressure building inside you, a coil tightening in your belly. "Sylus..." you whimper, your fingers digging into his back. He responds by kissing you hard, his tongue sliding against yours in rhythm with his thrusts.

"This is what you wanted, huh? Practically begging for my cock. And now…..you’re going to cum all over it….Isn’t that right, kitten?" he breathes against your lips as he grinds deep into you. The coil snaps, your body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He swallows your cries with his mouth, his thrusts becoming shallower as he chases his own release. “Mmm, love to see it”

With a final, deep thrust, he stills inside you, his hips pressed against yours. You feel his warm release filling you up, the sensation sending aftershocks through your own body. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. “Damn kitten.”

After some time, he lifts his head to look at you. "You okay?" he asks. You smile weakly at him, your limbs feeling heavy. "More than okay," you reply. He grins mischievously. "Good. Because we're just getting started." He rolls off you, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Round two," he announces, pulling you on top of him. "And this time, I want to watch you ride me."

“W-What? I…I don’t know how to do that. We just….did…….all of that…..arent you tired?” You say your voice slightly panicked as you straddling his lap your hand on his chest.

“I want more.” He says bluntly. "Just rise up, then sit down when I tell you." He lifts you easily, bringing you down onto him as he bucks his hips upward. You gasp, the angle hitting you deep. "Mmm like that,"

He guides your hips, helping you rise and fall in a rhythm that quickly has both of you panting. You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you gain confidence in the movement. "That's it," he encourages, his voice tight. "Just like that, kitten."

His hands move to your breasts, squeezing and caressing them as you ride him. Your head falls back, a moan escaping your lips. Your body on fire and full of intense pleasure. He sits up suddenly, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth as he continues to thrust into you from below. “S-Sylus…” you pant out moaning.

“You feel fucking incredible," he says, his breath hot on your breast. He lies back down, his fingers finding their way between your bodies. He begins to rub at your swollen bud, his touch gentle yet insistent. "Don’t stop" you whimper, he grins. "Not till you come for me again," he promises, his fingers continuing their torturous rhythm. You quicken your pace on top of him, the dual sensations pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Sylus... It's... It's too much," you gasp, your body tensing.

"Cum for me, kitten" he commands, his voice firm. His fingers press down on your clit, sending you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He continues to thrust into you, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. When your body finally stops trembling, he flips you onto your back, his eyes dark with desire. "My turn," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to watch you fall apart again."

He begins to move inside you, his thrusts powerful and demanding. You wrap your legs around him, your fingers digging into his back as he takes you higher and higher. "Sylus... I can't... It's too much..." you whimper, your body sensitive from your recent orgasm.

"You can take it," he says through gritted teeth, his pace quickening. "Come on, kitten. Give me one more." He reaches down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub in tight circles. "Sylus..."

He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your cries as he drives you towards another release. Your body tenses beneath him, your fingers digging into his back as you hurtle towards the edge. "Look at me," he says, pulling back from the kiss.

You lock eyes with him as you topple over the edge once more, his name on your lips as your body convulses around him. He groans, his own release following closely behind. He collapses on top of you, his breath hot on your neck as he tries to catch his breath.

Sylus laid down beside you, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged. His body was thrumming with satisfaction, a deep, primal contentment that came from possessing and claiming you.

He rolled onto his side and pulled you against him, his strong arm wrapping around you, anchoring you against him. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, letting the reality of what you two had just done sink in.

You felt like you were floating. The sensations coursing through your body, the blissful, boneless feeling that made your limbs feel heavy, and your eyelids droop. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You could still feel the remnants of pleasure, little tingles that made you shiver involuntarily.

You shifted, moving closer to him, seeking the comfort and warmth of his body. Your hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat under your palm.

He moved his hand to your hair, his fingers gently threading through, his eyes still watching you. You were beautiful, so damn beautiful, and you were his. All his.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Are you... alright?"

You smiled, a soft expression that was a direct result of your relaxed state.*

"I feel... good," you murmured, your voice a little sleepy. "Really good. I've never..."

You trailed off, your cheeks flushing a little. The truth was, you had never felt like this in your life. You had never experienced something so intense, so overwhelming, that left you feeling so exhausted and yet so satisfied.

Sylus chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. He drew you closer, his arm tightening around your waist, holding you firmly against him. The possessive grip of his arm, the satisfied, almost predatory expression on his face, it was clear he had claimed you, claimed your body and your pleasure, and he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

"Good," he replied, his voice a low murmur against your hair. He smiles, his eyes fluttering closed as he nuzzles against your neck. "Rest now, kitten" he murmurs, his arms tightening around you possessively. "You’ll need it for what I have planned tomorrow.”

You chuckle amused by his eagerness, but smiled at the thought of being with him like this again. “Can’t wait.”

He falls asleep shortly after, his gentle snores filling the room. You lay there, wrapped in his arms, feeling safe and content. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder what new thing he has planned for you tomorrow.

[rodolfoparras]

I need to be Price’s big scary dog (yes I know Ghost exists but lemme dream for a minute for gender reasons).

Imagine being this huge hulking figure that’s constantly his shadow, teeth bared, ready to snap at anyone who dare cross him.

But also. Being his good boy, his good pup, and being allowed to fuck him senseless. Him muttering slurred praises as you fuck into him, pinning him underneath your weight as you breed him.

He really do got that dog in him and that dog is me ‼️

Anygays! I hope you are doing well and hydrating and resting :3

- 🐺

Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, taking in problematic soldiers to give them a second chance.

When he first read your files all he could see was people describing you as a merciless beast but instead of being horrified, Price had been intrigued.

He couldn’t help but wonder what made the beast tick and if he could use it to his own advantage.

So he had you flown out to base, escorted all the way to his office with guards leading you there.

Price had been quick to send the guards away. They’d been hesitant at first unsure if the captain should be left alone but eventually they did leave.

Price had walked up to you, cupped your cheek, and pulled you closer to inspect you throughly

And instead of biting his head off, like anyone would have expected you to do, you were quiet as ever while keeping your head bowed.

Good boy, he thinks to himself. I’ll train you well

And trained you he did, whenever you dared bare your teeth at him, he’d have you down on all four before shoving his cock down your throat, all while keeping a boot clad foot on your clothed crotch. You’d be muttering apologies with your lips wrapped around his dick while your own dick weeped under his boot clad feet.

Whenever you refused to listen to his commands he’d tie your arms and legs to the bed while using a toy on himself. You wouldn’t be able to touch him, hell sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him, only being able to hear the sounds of pleasure slipping past his lips and the obscene squelching sounds that echoe throughout the room as he fucks himself on the dildo.

You’d beg and plead to see him, to fuck him, promising you can make him feel better than the toy can but he wouldn’t listen to any of it, smiling at the tears trickling down your cheek while he rides the plastic dick “that’ll teach you to listen to what I say”

And maybe just maybe if you’ve been good enough he’ll let you fuck him, listening to the pathetic sound escaping your lips as he lines your cockhead up with his puckered rim, watching the way you go from setting a steady pace with your hips to erratically thrusting into him, before he feels you spill inside him

“s good so good- thank you sir - thank you so much”

[blackdollette]

Thoughts Being Thunk… nasty sex w spence as u pass a j back and forth ‼️

this is gold, anon.

"we're getting high in the parking lot." | spencer reid

dark but just a game. - lana del rey

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⊹₊⋆ pairing: bau!female!reader x spencer

⊹₊⋆ word count: 899

⊹₊⋆ contents: public sex, drug usage, missionary, porn without plot

with his blazer, dress pants, and boxer briefs tossed somewhere in the backseat, he only wore your legs as a belt around his waist. 

it was sinful, and completely against everything you and him stood for. but even the best agents in the country needed a break, right?

you pulled open the glove box, shuffling around until pulling out a metallic-wrapped condom and a lighter. you tore open the packet with your teeth, taking spencer’s painfully erect rod in your grasp and slowly rolling down the latex. 

with spencer looming on top of you, you reached into the cup-holder underneath him. 

“want a pre-roll? i just got these. never get to use them, though.”

he cleared his throat, shaking his head. “i’ll just share with you. if… that’s okay.”

you smile, slipping the joint between his lips and lighting it up. “you’ve never done this before, have you..?”

he shakes his head, his chestnut hair swishing with the movement.

“well first, you wanna inhale. not too hard, or you’ll choke. then, if you’re feeling frisky, you take it into your lungs gently. i’m pretty sure it makes you get high faster. but i’m sure you have the info to verify that, genius.”

you teasingly pat him on the cheek as he smiles sheepishly, keeping the joint between his lips as he takes his first slow drag. the cherry gleamed a fiery red as he took in the smoke, breaking into a small coughing fit just as you had predicted. you snorted out a laugh as you reached a hand behind him to pat his back, assisting him in clearing his airway. 

“did i do good..?”

you nodded, putting on a sweet smile. “you did perfect, spence.”

you pulled the joint from his lips, taking a drag. spencer took in the way your lips closed around the thin stick, blowing out an elegant ribbon of smoke with a content sigh. you looked nothing short of majestic in this moment, and he couldn’t help but wonder what he had looked like, choking on the same amount of smoke that you had tamed so effortlessly.

your eyes met his, a smile creeping onto your face as you saw his dilated pupils swallowing up his dark green irises. 

“whatcha looking at?” you whispered, slowly snaking your arms around his neck as his face inched closer to yours.

“y-your so pretty…” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

you giggled, the tips of your noses coming into delicate contact. “...starting to feel it, spence..?”

he nodded, shutting his eyes and bringing his lips to yours, connecting you in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. the joint dangled between your dainty fingers, your other hand meeting his throbbing shaft and stroking it, making him gasp.

you laughed softly, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. you stroked him slowly, peering down to see his length. 

“don’t think i forgot about you, little guy…”

spencer’s lips pulled into a pout. “you think he’s little..?”

you laughed, thumb pressed against his tip. “oh my god… you’re totally stoned after one hit, aren’t you…”

spencer buried his face in the crook of your neck, muttering against your skin. “can you just… put it in, baby..? i don’t wanna wait anymore…”

you smiled, pressing a kiss to his hair as you navigated his cock to your entrance, lining it up before pressing it against your dripping folds, allowing your hole to drink him in. he shuddered against you as you bit your lip. 

“a-alright. i’m ready for you, spence. go for it…”

he didn’t need to be told twice. with your command, he began rocking his hips against you. his cock buried itself deep inside of you, hitting nothing but cervix. he watched you writhe underneath him, your tits bouncing with each thrust as you took another long drag. he couldn’t draw his gaze away from you. in the span of two minutes, you had become the only thing that existed in the world to him.

you brought the joint to his lips, guiding his hands to grab your hips as the car began to rock. raspy groans caused his chest to rise and fall as he inhaled, a nearly perfect cloud of smoke pouring from his mouth.

“y-yeah… atta boy…” 

he pushed your legs further apart, placing a hand on your stomach to feel the bulge created by his cock everytime he reentered you. he let out a drunk little giggle, his thumb creating messy circles onto your puffy clit.

“you feel that, baby..?” he enjoyed feeling himself slither in and out of your tight hole. he put the joint between your lips, stroking your cheek as you took a drag. 

never in his life had he ever felt so carefree and blissful. nothing else mattered right then. this was pure serenity. 

he cupped your face in his hands, bringing his lips to yours once again as his thrusts became sloppier. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the vehicle. if the conspicuous rocking of the car didn’t draw the attention of others, then the lewd moans and curses surely would.

your tongues fought a passive battle, your noises being fed to eachother as your naked bodies melted into one. it was like time had stopped to make way for this moment. you didn’t even know that you and him had spent hours in that same position. 

until the joint went out.

author's note: working on two chip fics!!

[xo-cod]

dad simon fluff because i'm sad. rushed and ooc ‼️

might be confusing to read because i didn't name the baby, i tried 🥲

it was early morning, too early for his liking as simon yawned before he spread the butter across the toast delicately. slicing up some fruits alongside it. it had been seven whole months since you both welcomed your pride and joy, seven whole months of a world he didn't think was possible to ever receive in this life. how he adored you and how he cherished his baby so deeply to his heart, in some ways it makes up for all the pain he suffered in his past to be able to have his two greatest gifts beside him every day.

he finished plating up, walking back to the living room and there his infant stood, big brown eyes gazing at the tv with delight. her eyes were one of the first thing he noticed when she had been born, they were one of the features that she had taken identically like his. and they looked absolutely gorgeous on her.

he never thought his life would turn out this way, spending the majority of his youth and his adulthood in the taskforce. at some point he grew to accept that the life price had offered him was the only one he would ever receive, he got used to the idea that perhaps love wasn't something everyone got to experience in this world. but then you came along and you gave him the greatest gift he could've ever possibly recieved, turning his world on its axis for the better.

a foreign feeling to simon whose life had been dominated nothing but by violence and loss.

"c'mere munchkin, breakfast" the soldier in him calling it out like a command only his voice was gentle, fatherly, as he picked her up securely before delicately placing her in her high chair.

and much like his features, his baby seemed to take his attitude too.

she huffed and squirmed on the chair, her tiny face crumpled in a frown having been taken away from her dear cartoons and made to eat.

"is this little girl trying to be stubborn, eh?" simon narrowed his eyes but his face showed pure amusement, his face leaning down to kiss her temple softly. she immediately relaxed and babbled softly while he smiled, sitting on the chair next to her as he fed her the food.

simon was still learning everyday what it meant to be a father, he promised himself he'd never turn out to be the way his own dad was. he vowed never to do that to you or his child. never to become the way his father had been.

but he had barely finished giving her the breakfast before she gasped excitedly at the cartoon once more, baby babbles falling from her lips. he watched, resisting the urge to coo and chuckle at her state. and then he watched as she mimicked the tv, pretending to be dinosaur while she blew raspberries at him.

it had been her new thing now and simon felt pure joy tugging at his heart, wishing forever she'd stay this way so he could protect her from everything. how innocent and carefree she was here in this moment, how time was cruel because he could already feel it escape and slip through his fingers. pretty soon she'd be turning a year old and it felt like just yesterday he was bringing her and you back home from the hospital

"now what do little dinosaurs say?" simon entertained her playfully, helping her down while she stomped around in her onesie looking at him with pure mischief.

"you have to roar at me for it to work, yeah?" he playfully growled back as he nuzzled his face up against hers and he started to gently tickle her on her side. she collapsed into shrieks of laughter, only deepening the smile on his lips as he laughed along with her. he watched her small arms flail about, trying to make her voice sound like the effects on tv but failing miserably

and how his heart ached in his chest as a result from it. he hoped she would never lose this spark, this streak of mischief, being so full of life and love. she was already growing much too fast for his liking but he was so excited for who she'd be, she was his mini after all

he heard your soft gasp and then a gentle laugh, turning back to look at you with a look of fondness at your arrival. you'd never looked better to him, half asleep and still as beautiful as the day he had the pleasure of looking upon you for the first time

"did you hear that, lovie?" simon grinned, looking back at you before he kissed his baby's small cheek as he set her down on the floor once more. he gently faced her towards you, helping her walk across while you made your way to the couch

"show mama how you roar like a scary little dinosaur" simon encouraged with a playful tone, poking her side softly. you followed his gaze and looked down at the baby who was roaring just as she had been before she hiccuped and stumbled on the floor. her soft grumbles fell from her lips which prompted the both of you to chuckle gently at your baby. she looked close to having a tantrum but simon was well acquainted with all her little moods, distracting her quickly

"oh no, my poor little dinosaur. whatever will it do now?" he feigned sadness which caused the infant to burst into giggles, almost tripping over towards his big arms as he caught her and held her close to his chest. his own gentle laughter mixing in with hers and you could only watch with a tenderness in your heart, always hoping deep down in your heart your little family would always remain this happy.

[tiredfox64]

You're Odio sorry on Kuai Liang x reader gave me feels bc I know the feeling of watching someone you have feelings for love someone else, leaving you to wonder what you could've done better to receive their love.

You should do a part 2 where reader finally finds love again and moves on with someone else (Smoke, Syzoth, Kenshi, etc.) which awakens something in Kuai Liang that made him realize that he also loves you but now he must live with his choices?

Recházame

Prior notes: WOAH! Did not expect someone to request something! I’m glad you enjoyed it (I think I hope i didn’t awaken something painful)! Sorry I am posting this late I had classes before and they all have a no technology policy :P so I could not sneak in more work. But I hope this is what you wanted I’m sorry if it isn’t I tried!

Pairing: Tomas x Gn Reader, Kuai Liang

Warnings ‼️: More Angst I fear.

Heartbreak can feel like an eternity. Watching someone you loved for so long be wedded to another. You’re left wondering what you could have done differently. And right now you were sulking in your quarters again with the same thing playing over and over in your head. Seeing Kuai Liang holding and kissing Harumi on their wedding day.

Your sulking was interrupted when you heard a knock on the door. What now?

“Who is it?” You answered back in a strained voice.

“It’s me, grandmaster. You have a visitor. It’s…Tomas.” Your second-in-command answered back.

Your heart stopped beating for a second. Why would Tomas be coming over?

“Bring him in.” You said before wiping your tears away.

They opened the door to let Tomas in. He walked in with a soft expression, as if not to scare you away from talking to him. He had a little box with him. A gift for you. If Kuai Liang couldn’t get close to you maybe Tomas could.

“Hello…grandmaster.” He struggled to call you that. You were his friend but he found it best to stay professional right now.

“Please, Tomas, we are friends. No need for such things.”

Tomas nodded before bringing his attention back to the gift in his hand.

“Oh, I have a gift for you. It’s from Kuai Liang. He said it was-“ He was quickly cut off when you swiped the gift out of his hands, knocking it to the ground.

You really surprised Tomas with that. Immediately you got frustrated with yourself. You cursed yourself for being aggressive with him as he wasn’t the one you hated. He’s innocent in all this and you can’t take it out on him. You took his hand into yours to apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry, Tomas. I don’t know what has gotten into me. Please…forgive me.” You started to silently weep.

Tomas just looked at you with confusion but realized you were in pain. He couldn’t tell where exactly but you were suffering. He pulled you in close and hugged you tight. His hands ran through your hair and he squeezed you with his big, strong arms. The floodgates opened and you started to cry hard. Tomas never pulled back but instead comforted you. And it stayed like that for a while. The rest of the night actually. He made you lie back down in your bed and comforted you to sleep. You cried yourself to sleep in his arms. That was the most peaceful rest you had gotten in a long while. And that’s when the healing process started.

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Every week whenever Tomas could he would visit you and your clan. Every time he would ask how you were doing and each time you slowly got better. It was awkward at first because you felt bad for falling asleep in his arms. He didn’t mind at all, it was nice for him as well.

You managed to confess to Tomas that you had feelings for Kuai Liang for the longest time and seeing him with Harumi broke you. Tomas never judged. He understood how love can hurt someone. Make their heart that once held love be corrupted with hate. Without knowing it he was helping to fix your once loving heart.

You two would talk from day to night, night to day. You let your feelings out which was what you should have been doing in the first place. You were just scared to be vulnerable in front of your clan as they needed a strong leader. But Tomas was there to listen to you and never judge what you had to say. All the negative emotions left your body and soon your body was filled with love again. Love not for Kuai Liang but for Tomas. And his heart filled up with love for you.

Your clan was more welcoming to him than they were with Kuai Liang. He made their grandmaster whole again. You smiled more. You laughed more. You even apologized to your clan for being negative which they quickly forgave you. They just want you to be happy now.

It was awkward at first because you both didn’t know how to confess it to each other. You guys ain’t experts in this. But you had to be the brave one and say something. On a night where you two were in your room alone you spoke up.

“Listen, Tomas, I want to thank you again for helping me out. I was in a really bad place and I thought I’d never get out of it.” You said.

“Of course! How could I leave someone as special as you to suffer? I would hate for someone like you to stop being so sweet, precious, dare I say even lovable.” He chuckled softly before placing his hand on top of yours.

Well if that ain’t flirting you don’t know what Tomas was doing. What you do know is that it made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn once again. The hate is gone. There is love once more in you.

You struggled to get the words out. There was no right or wrong way to say how you felt. Words can’t express it but actions could. That’s why you practically threw yourself at Tomas. He was surprised by what you did but before he could ask what was wrong, he felt your lips against his. It was clear as the night sky what this was about. Tomas wanted the same thing so he kissed you back. There was passion and love between you that it felt like he was actually meant for you. It was never Kuai Liang. It was Tomas. Your heart belongs to him now. How sweet of an ending.

Except it isn’t. You may have forgotten Kuai Liang but he never forgot you.

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Kuai Liang already suspected something was wrong. Tomas was keeping secrets. Even when Kuai Liang sent Tomas over to talk to you he acted like nothing happened when that wasn’t the truth. There were nights where Tomas wasn’t in his bed and would show back up in the morning as if it was all normal. It only got worse after the night you and Tomas kissed. Kuai Liang had no clue where he was going.

The answer hit him like a bullet one night.

Kuai Liang was making sure the Shirai Ryu grounds were safe. He was lost in thought before looking up to the full moon. His eyes widened when he saw something unusual. A silhouette that looked like you. No, not a silhouette, it was you! You were there talking to Tomas.

Kuai Liang was about to call out to you. Say how happy he was to see his best friend again. How he has been fighting to see you again after his wedding. Wonder why you ever turned nasty. But he stopped once he saw something he would never imagine would happen.

He watched as you embraced Tomas and kissed him in the moonlight. Tomas’ hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. This couldn’t be right. His brother and his best friend…why is he feeling this way.

Kuai Liang never felt something so painful in his heart. Not even when Bi-Han admitted that he let their father die was this pain in his heart so great. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, and even disgust. Seeing his own brother hide the fact that he was seeing you all this time. How his lips were on yours and his arms were wrapped around you. This had to be some sort of joke. What a sick joke if it was one.

He couldn’t speak. He just stared at you and Tomas making out in front of him. He felt such strange urges. To take you away from his brother right this instant. To push his brother away from you. To yell at you about what you were doing. He didn’t even realize he was grinding his teeth. He just had to walk away at this point.

Even when Kuai Liang went back to the Shirai Ryu temple there was this negative energy going around. A man who never raged like a forest fire was randomly bursting into flames. Patches of fire danced across his skin as he made his way back to his bedroom. Even Harumi was unsure what was happening to her husband. He wasn’t saying a word.

The other clansmen notified Tomas of what was going on with his brother. Even the young Hanzo was confused by the grandmaster’s rage. He went to Kuai Liang’s room which Harumi let him in, leaving the two men to themselves.

“What’s the matter? Why are you bursting into flames.” He asked with concern.

“When were you going to tell me you two were seeing each other? Do you find it right to hide such secrets from your brother.” Kuai Liang questioned with such a cold tone that it contrasted with his fiery outbursts.

Tomas froze up. That’s why he is reacting like that? He knew it was wrong to hide what was going on but he was simply protecting you. You were the one who was hurting the most to the point you changed in a negative way.

“I would have told you when they were ready.” Tomas responded.

“I sent you over to speak to them. I sent a gift. What ever happened to the gift, huh?!”

“They didn’t want it! That doesn’t mean they hate you. I’ve been helping them-“

“Kissing is helping? The man I trusted the most goes around kissing someone I love as if you truly love them.” Kuai Liang didn’t even realize what he said, but Tomas did. That’s why he grabbed his brother by the arms.

“I do love them! And your love belongs to your wife, remember?” Tomas responded which made Kuai Liang’s blood run cold.

That’s right. His wife Harumi. The one he ran to in a time of need as if she were the only option. Never even thinking of you as an option. And now he wants to see you as an option? When someone else has your heart and healed it?

Tomas let go of his arms before walking out of the room. That whole confrontation only fanned the fires and Kuai Liang is left to his own mind. A mind that festered with the thought of what you and Tomas were doing all this time.

Did he kiss you all the time? Does he hold you close? Was he with you on those nights when Kuai Liang couldn’t find them. Where had his lips been? Was Tomas your first in bed!? Oh heavens! He couldn’t stand the thought of that being true.

Tomas could never treat you right. He could never kiss you in such a way that would make you giggle or blush instantly. He could never make you smile just by picking you up and twirling you around. His hands could never make you feel wonderful things in the dead of night before caressing you to sleep. Kuai Liang felt like the only person who could ever do that was…him.

What was wrong with him? He’s married now. You’re in a relationship. This is just wrong. It’s all gone wrong.

He loves Harumi, he would never think about being unfaithful. But it was only now that he realized he loves another. It was you.

Kuai Liang could never rip you away from Tomas. He’s seen that there is chemistry between you and him. It would be wrong of you to be unfaithful as well. So what can be done? Well, you must reject each other. You can’t accept each other’s love. Especially now when your love for him may be gone already. It hurts but he must accept the pain. If he carried on with it he will end up suffering, and in a way so will you.

You love another, no more hatred. Kuai Liang will have to live with his decision. He wasn’t wrong or right. Neither were you. It’s just how love works.

After notes: Once again sorry if this ain’t what you wanted, I did my best. I’m not the best at angst for this was my first go. I didn’t even have a part two in mind but my brain went into overdrive when I saw the idea. Anyways thanks for the request! Adiós!

[jordynbreeloa777]

“Let Go” VOID ENDGAME CHALLENGE.

THIS IS COMPLETELY OPTIONAL! YOU CAN USE FOR ENTERING WIDE AWAKE, OR WAKING UP IN! { Original} ⚠️‼️

For this challenge we will be using states and robotic affirmations/askfirmations.

STEP 1: 🌹 Embody the state of someone who always enters, or wakes up in the void state aware. By doing this simply affirm “I am now the person who always enters/wakes up in the void state aware.”

STEP 2: 🌹 Affirm whenever in your free time, but also watch your consistent thoughts daily. Keep a STRICT mental diet. Affirm whatever you want, but to keep it short,sweet, and simple and for recommendations you can use for waking up in “ I always wake up in the void state aware.” “Everytime I fall asleep I always wake up straight in the void state it’s so annoying.” “Why do I always wake up in the void state aware?” For entering awake, you can use “ I always enter the void state with ease.” “I always enter the void state aware.” “The void state is soo easy to enter.” Regardless of everything (ROE) I always enter the void state aware on my command. { Please note, please affirm for awareness!! Like huge tip the void is soo relaxing sometimes you forget🤣!

NOTE:💌 That’s really it! Also don’t be discouraged if you don’t enter, or wake up in instantly remember failure doesn’t exist in your reality. We don’t give failure an option. We aren’t victims, and it’s not outside of you so of course you enter when ever you please. Keep THAT MINDSET! Also this is suppose to be fun so if it’s getting stressful take a breather/break. Also for new beginners please don’t be scared! The void is not scary AT ALL it feels like utter relaxation! How you know you have entered is when it’s all black, I saw stars but sometimes people are different! You can also customize your void state! Note that intrusive thoughts or doubts don’t exist in the void state! It’s still and quiet! Manifestations are almost INSTANT because it’s completely 4D, and nothing is impossible in imagination! I recommend using blanket affs (if you want you can name every single one of your desires) but it’s you in your purest form so of course it knows what you want! You can use subliminals, or meditations to help relax to inter, but I entered before without it! I just sadly struggled to be aware which is why IM TELLING YOU AFFIRM FOR AWARENESS! Remember you’re in control! I will be doing this challenge as well, if you have questions please comment/ask/dm/inbox me<;3 Happy Manifesting!💝💝

[skywalkerslvt]

puppy sam monroe i dont care anymore a collar on his pale skin hngngng

sorry guys

a/n: first time writing for sam‼️ i need to make him cry all his eyeliner off. hope u like this short little drabble <3

CW: collars, sub sam monroe, pet names (puppy), sexual themes

The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the blinds, casting soft slivers of light across the room. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, eyes downcast, a dark flush creeping up his neck as he fiddled with the frayed edges of his jeans. The black leather collar around his throat was new, a recent addition you had picked out earlier that week. It looked perfect on him, snug against his pale skin, the small silver tag glinting with each shaky breath he took.

You leaned in closer, fingers trailing over the cool leather, watching as Sam's eyes fluttered shut at the touch. "You look good like this," you murmured, voice soft but commanding. "Like my perfect little puppy."

His breath hitched, and you could see the way his hands twitched, resisting the urge to reach for you. It was almost cute, the way he tried to maintain some semblance of control, even as his resolve crumbled. You could tell he was holding back, biting his lip to muffle a whimper.

"Speak up, puppy. Let me hear you," you whispered, your fingers tightening just slightly on the collar. His eyes shot open, wide and glassy, a desperate need clouding them.

"P-please," he choked out, voice barely more than a whisper, his usual defiant attitude melting away under your touch. "Need you..."

"Good boy," you cooed, your thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just beneath the collar. "Now, beg for it properly."

Sam's cheeks burned with humiliation, but he didn't hesitate this time. "Please, please touch me," he whined, hips shifting forward as if to seek out your touch.

You smiled, your grip on the collar tightening just enough to make him gasp. "That's better. Now, let's see how well my puppy can behave."

[unknownperson246]

a/n: hiyaa!! love your work so i wanted to ask if you could make a fic about gnr x reader? Like that shes a friend they bring along to have sex with on tour, But this time they all cant resist whilst theyre playing truth or dare (ykwim?) thanks!! <33 :)

hiiii and thank you so so sorry it’s so late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Truth or a Dare?:

Words: 503

Warnings: *smut* *gangbang‼️* *oral sex* *female receiving* *handjobs* *masturbating* *p in v*

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You were brought on tour by your friends. You know the only reason they brought you was for sex. You accepted that. Guns N’ Roses only brought you when they knew they wouldn’t be able to have any access to groupies on the tour. You always played a special game with them whenever you were about to have sexual intercourse with them. It was Truth or dare. You always came up with the dirtiest and kinkiest truths and dares. You had a box of papers labeled Truth or Dare. They always picked dare because they knew it could get them some pleasure. You showed up in Slash’s hotel room in a floral bikini because it was summer. Izzy and Axl were already there with Slash to do a mini-rehearsal. Steven and Duff soon came in when Izzy told them the truth or dare was happening. You got the dare box out and you threw it at Duff first. Duff pulled out a slip of paper. He slowly opened it up and it said “Jerk off to Y/N's pussy” You saw a hard lump form in Duff's pants. He pulled his member out and slid his fingers up and down fast in front of everyone not giving a fuck that all the people in the room were watching. They all were hungry for you and your body. They all wanted you. 

“Y/N spread your legs more,” Duff said trying to catch his breath. 

“Hey in fact why don’t you all jerk off? I don’t feel like playing truth or dare anymore” You teased them all. 

“No,” Axl said, commanding you to sit still. 

He went over to you and started to slide his hands into your floral bikini bottom that matched the top. They pulled it down completely so it would be more convenient to fuck you. Axl fingered you on purpose. Soon Slash joined and flicked his tongue on your pussy. Your body went back to the chair you were sitting in. Steven and Izzy put their cocks out for you signaling for a hand job. You grabbed Steven’s cock and after that, you grabbed Izzy’s cock in your other hand. They already started to moan. You didn’t even have to squeeze their cocks. They had orgasmed on your floral bikini. 

“Fuck don’t stop. Don't stop Axl and Slash” You could barely utter both of their names in one sentence.

Axl finally decided to ride you. He put himself in the chair while his cock was inside of you. Axl started to thrust inside of you while Slash continued to play with your clit using his mouth. Steven and Izzy sat down on the couch watching Duff still jerking off to the image of you. Axl finally came leaving you breathless. Slash was so drunk he passed out right after Axl pulled out.

“Hey come here Y/N,” Duff said, trying to inhale and exhale. 

You noticed he stopped playing with himself. He pointed his dick at you and came on you. 

[snowprincesa1]

{A Fool of A Brother (2/2)}

//Grown!Daemon x Grown!F!Arryn!Reader//

Summary: Daemon just cannot bring himself to let you go

[Trigger warnings‼️ contains NSFW and Daemon]

Daemon insisted that your presence was necessary in kingslanding, stating that it would be good for the Queen’s health.

“It would be excellent for her marriage prospects as well” Daemon said to king Viserys in the comfort of his bedchamber where he sculpted listening to his brother trying to convince him to keep you in the red keep them send you back.

“Daemon, Do you like the girl?” He asked aiming straight for the head. Daemon stayed quiet not knowing what to say or admit

“No. She’s far too different from me, we clash at every corner” he sighed. He later said it would be best to keep you by the queen’s side instead of rotting in the Vale with the painfully dry Vale men. Daemon had somehow managed to stall his marriage to Rhea Royce for even longer keeping the ‘bronze bitch’ in the vale single and unwed.

Daemon had grown much more taller whereas you remained the same height, he grew from a lean teenager to a muscled prince, now when Daemon takes you on walks with your hand resting on his arm you swear you feel muscle and it sends a shameful shiver of lust down your spine. Were you so easily swayed by a man who was both lean and had some muscle? You shook away thoughts of him. You remained relatively the same, gaining more of a womanly figure if anything. You still wore a light veil over the back of your hair with a jewelled headband at the front. You grew quite popular amongst the lords and ladies being unwed you had many eyes on you. You spent your days reading, praying, embroidering and talking with the ladies and being in the company of your sister. The red keep felt like home.

You were praying in a Sept finding a minute of peace when you heard familiar foot steps, you didn’t have to look back to tell who it is “Daemon, go away” You said your hands still clasped together as you tried to concentrate on your prayer. “Are you praying again?” He asked, Was it not obvious? You opened your eyes to send him a glare to which he responded with a cheeky smile. Her sat beside you watching you pray “are you done now?” He asked impatiently. You couldn’t pray with daemon breathing down your neck.

“What is it?” You snapped in irritation, Daemon remained unphased. “I have something for you” you groaned in response “If it is a toad again I will kill you”

“Threatening to murder the commander of the city watch and the prince of the seven kingdoms. You could never change” He smirked “You’re like a tree forever stuck in one spot until someone uproots you”

“If i am not mistaken a tree symbolises qualities like wisdom and stability” You retorted

“None of which you have” he quickly added before smiling smugly “turn around for me” He instructed. You hesitantly turned your back to him when you heard the sound of metal and suddenly felt cold steel at the base of your neck. “Valyrian steel” you gasped looking at the necklace “where did you get this—“

“I had it made for you. I cannot bear to see your neck so bare” he sighed dramatically. Oh yes, another aspect of daemon which came unexpectedly was his protectiveness over you. If your wore anything revealing he would keep an eye out for the lords, the guards, everyone! “You are the pervert, Daemon” You would laugh. He would accompany you everywhere if possible much to your annoyance. If you headed out? He would send his finest guard’s or accompany you himself to the seamstress,,, he said it was his duty as he was the one who took you from the sulking weather of the Vale, which you so happened to miss fondly.

You stayed in kingslanding for about six whole years, now a woman of twenty two and you somehow missed the Vale like a child, you missed your half brother Elys and the rest of your friends there. Your sister Aemma was going through hell losing babies over and over and giving birth to stillborns. You begged Viserys to let Aemma be but he said having a male heir is the duty of the king. Rhaenyra was growing up nicely, she being absolutely fond of you. The hand’s daughter Alicent visited the red keep as well, the two girls often following your trail and copying your mannerisms. Especially Alicent, who was also a devout follower of the faith.

Daemon was..Daemon, he carried out his commander duties brutally maiming almost half the city in a span of single night. Of course it was only the ones deserving of punishment who were tortured, Daemon had single-handedly lessened the crimes in Kings landing. He preferred to spend his night sleeping around with whores in the streets of silk. Daemon’s taste was peculiar, before he had met you he always preferred women with silver Valyrian hair. One night he saw a consort who had the same colour of your hair, not quite the same texture but the thought of you as bare as her sent blood rushing to his lower half. He shamelessly ended up fucking the woman from the back imagining your moans and cries instead of hers. He came with your name on his lips. It wasn’t the same, he wanted to know what you felt like, whether you would be a brat or submissive. Mysaria ended up dying her hair the same colour as yours for Daemon but nothing worked she could never get the prince to look away from you.

Daemon tried so hard to seduce you. His failed attempts were pitiful, you were dead set on following the proper traditions that is sharing a bed with a husband. Daemon could not understand how you managed to push him away? When thoughts of you had stayed in his mind throughout all his days and it was driving him mad. For some reason one day he ended up ‘hugging’ you from behind, in all honesty it was a tackle to annoy you. His head buried in your neck as he tried to keep you still and stop you from whatever the hell you were doing. The scent of you was too much for him, too sweet, now he knew what you smelt like upclose and he wanted more. The prince practically rushed out of the room to deal with his growing ‘problem’ that would keep him occupied for the rest of the day. Your relationship with Daemon was weird, you fought like cats and dogs but yet there’s no one else you would rather spend your time with. Hell you even missed him when he went away. Whenever Viserys was mad at Daemon you would put in a word and calm him down, it was very odd how soft you had grown for Daemon. And Aemma and viserys were not blind to it. Daemon would attend dinners you did and sit by your side, ‘accidentally’ grazing your hands reaching for a dish or passing you the wine. It was driving you insane, these little touches his rough hand gently touching yours, you were not blind to how handsome he had grown. The Gods would have to forgive you for lusting over a betrothed man.

The temptation Daemon posed over you, like a hanging fruit in sight but out of reach for you. He was doing it on purpose you knew, you weren’t daft but God did it work. You started growing jealous about the fact that Daemon spent his nights in brothels, complaining about how it wasn’t right and princely but deep down you were just bitter with jealousy.

Daemon always believed that he was immune to jealousy delusional but that was proved wrong for Rhaenyra’s seventh name day. It was decided that a tourney be held for the Realm’s Delight. Rhaenyra was a mischievous one, often teasing her uncle with you regardless of the lords and ladies in her presence and that set off even more rumours about the two of you, but no one dare say anything to you fearing the rage of Daemon and Caraxes.

You knew daemon was to participate for the tourney so you didn’t bother searching for him in the morning. He was undoubtedly practicing and you didn’t want to disturb him. You were to sit next to your sister Aemma but you suddenly saw a familiar face from the Vale, lords of the Vale had come to participate and bet on the winners. You looked at your sister in delight, it was she who planned this for you because she knew how much you had missed the Vale. You took your seat next to a minor Vale lord talking to him and catching up on all that had happened.

Daemon was watching from the stands as the squire put on his night black Targaryen armour. He looked to see you looking so beautiful in a light purple gown, looking so radiant in the sunlight and then he saw the disgusting man next to you and he saw red. Rhaenyra didn’t help either, she was visibly mocking Daemon motioning kissing signs between you and the lord enraging him even more. He knew you were unwed, he hoped you would not fall for some unknown lord of the Vale.

“You should come back to the Vale, you have spent far too much time here in kingslanding” your friend Gerald said

“I suppose that is true..almost seven years” you muttered “but I’ve been happy” you said looking at Daemon who was getting on his horse.

“You are a maiden of twenty two and still unwed, you should start living for yourself instead of just tending to the Royal family, I’m not saying it’s necessary to marry to be happy..but think of the long run” he said, Gerald cared for you and did not wish for you to be a spinster.

“I know Gerald” you sighed

“You have been waiting for him..but he is betrothed, to another” he said “come back to the Vale perhaps then you could come back to your senses” he said.

“What— prince Daemon? For the last time there is absolutely nothing going on—”

“That I know, and that is the problem. He’s not yours and you’re here all doe eyed waiting for him” you felt all the fire in your soul dampen at his words, the hopes and delusions you had been clinging onto desperately being pulled from beneath you “I did not mean to upset you”

“I’m not upset” you said blinking away tears. Perhaps Gerald was right..you certainly didn’t want him to be. You missed the Vale, a quick trip wouldn’t hurt. It would be rid of Daemon and you can think for yourself and come to your senses just like Gerald said.

“Gerald can I ask you for a favour?” You asked leaning in to tell him something to which he willingly agreed to.

Rhaenyra yelled something in high Valyrian mocking Daemon that made ser Harold have to gently escort her away from the stands. Away from the already fuming prince. What were you saying to that lord? He was upset with the lord and he was upset with you. He decided to get revenge he knew you would expect him to ask you for your favour like he did in the other tourneys but he decided to play with you a little. When riding his horse his lance stopped before you almost as though asking you for your favour, you were about to stand to give him it— when he suddenly tilted the lance towards another woman. The woman blushing gave him her favour willingly. Daemon’s looked at you smirking all the while as he felt as though he had the upper hand. Your face was a mixture of shock and jealousy.

Gerald leaned in “I told you” he said before your face completely fell in sadness. You looked away from daemon. Daemon should have relished seeing you upset like he did at that moment, but instead it tore him up in the inside. It was too late now, he would have to apologise for this he knew. Lord Gerald spent the rest of the tourney cheering you up and you even ended up giving your favour to a lord from the Vale itself, but of course he was upstaged by daemon’s battle skill. Daemon felt like he had lost seeing as to how you ignored him. When the tourney ended Daemon had won. He raised his lance in the air listening to the claps of the audience. He turned to look at you but saw that your seat was empty. You were now sitting back next to your sister telling her something, Aemma looked upset but seemed to agree nonetheless. The feast would be a perfect opportunity to try and make up for what he’d done, perhaps he could kiss your hurt better, he fantasised for himself as the squire took off his armour. How would your lips feel on his?. God forbid he sees you with that lord, he’d probably pull you away there and then and take you somewhere more private where just the two of you could spend time..but then again you’d never allow it. Daemon was surprisingly introverted, only ever trusting a few of his guards and his family and never bothered to converse with anyone else. You on the other hand though reserved, loved making conversation and talking to all the people. He thought more about you, a part of him felt smug over the fact that you were upset that he didn’t ask for your favour. Perhaps instead of apologising…he should tease you. Yes that would be much more preferable.

Daemon arrived late to the banquet, nothing unusual making his way into the hall stealing the attention from Viserys as usual. Rhaenyra was busy eating the lemon cakes, Daemon looked around he didn’t see you— anywhere for that matter? Were you so upset you were crying in your bedchambers? He should go see you and kiss your tears away if you let him of course.

He didn’t want to ask Viserys where you were, as the king already had doubts that he bore affections for you and he wanted to avoid providing his older brother more information on how he feels for you. Daemon slid his way to the dessert section where little Rhaenyra was, Rhaenyra looked up at her uncle with a smirk.

“Where is she?” He asked folding his arms

“With lord Gerar- Gerarld” she completely destroyed his name as she put a spoonful of cake in her mouth. Daemon couldn’t believe what this had come to, getting teased and mocked by his niece. He sends her a glare before taking the plate from little Rhaenyra as his pitiful sort of revenge. “That’s mine!” Rhaenyra yelled as he walked away.

He looked around to see Aemma and Viserys give him a look for taking a plate of cake from their seven year old daughter. She deserved it, he thought. He took a piece of cake eating it as he walked to his brother.

“Where’s the lady Arryn, she’s late” he said “I think you should let me discipline her for her tardiness..it’s unfitting for a lady like her” he said pulling a chair next to the married couple who he third wheeled. The Gods, Viserys and Aemma just wanted him to marry and go away at this point.

“Lady Arryn? I have no idea” Viserys said “and no you will assort no punishment of any sort” he said

Daemon looked to Queen Aemma who averted her gaze somewhere else “you know something regarding this, my queen?” He asked leaning on the table to intimidate her and get a response

“Don’t bother my wife..” Viserys sighed smoothening his scrunched up forehead.

“Does nobody in this fucking hall know where she is?!” He yelled causing the lords and ladies to look at his outburst. “Excuse me brother” he said leaving the banquet hall. He stormed out essentially. He was going to march up in your room but for some reason he had a bad feeling in his gut..why were you late? You were never late? The headache you caused him. He pushed open your bedchamber doors wide.

“You! Where have you been!” He asked “you didn’t congratulate me on my win or tend to me when I fell off my horse” he scolded you “what are you doing?” He asked with wide eyes, bags, packed bags. Your room was being emptied. “What is all this?” A handmaiden entered the room to take another bag wherever.

“I’m leaving Daemon” you said “is it not obvious?”

“No. No I will not allow it”

“I do not need YOUR PERMISSION and it’s already decided”

“What of your sister? What if she becomes with child again? She would need you by her side?”

“Daemon— she has maesters and—”

“What of Rhaenyra? The girl looks up to you! And you are just leaving like that!” Daemon sighed exasperated waking closer to you but still a distance apart

“I’m going to the Vale. I’m going home. You would not understand because you’ve lived here all your life! I miss home. I cannot be here any longer” Lie. You were running away because you could no longer wait around hoping that one day Daemon might cancel his betrothal and somehow marry you instead. Stupid dreams and fantasies.

‘Your home is here with us, with me’ is what Daemon wanted to say “you want to go to the Vale? Let us go on Caraxes!” He yelled

“I don’t want to!”

Daemon’s anger morphed into realisation.

“You don’t want to be around me” he said chuckling why else would you reject his excellent idea, who would give up a ride on a dragon? “Have I bothered you to the point you have to run away from me? When have you been such a craven!”

“Why shouldn’t I go!”

“I just told you the reasons!” Daemon yelled back “your sister! The queen! Your niece! Viserys!” His name being stuck at the back of his throat “maybe even me” he finally choked out as his hand went to reach for the valyrian necklace encircled around your neck. “You cannot even get rid of me entirely, you still wear my necklace like a collar”

“Maybe is not enough for me to stay!”

“Very well then, you want a reason to stay?” He asked now towering over your figure his nose almost touching yours “let me give you one”

He tilted your head upwards giving you a breath stealing kiss, his arms wrapping around your body holding you close to him. You kissed back with all the anger all the love you feel. “I cannot let you leave” he said in between kisses, the two of you barely parting for air. Daemon pushed you towards the bed “you and your stupid morals” he insulted kissing you deeply “you and your stubbornness” he said pressing his face in the crook of your neck. “You never know what’s best for you” his hands grabbing a hold of your thighs slapping the fat of it.

“And what is best for me?” You asked looking at him

“Staying here with me” he said his hand thumb sliding into your mouth your soft lips wrapping around his thick finger “suck” he ordered before switching his thumb for his index and ring finger. His fingers gagged you shutting you up, your mouth drooling from the intrusion. “I suppose a holy maiden such as yourself has never experienced pleasure? Tell me have you ever touched yourself?” You refused to answer the question “I suppose that is a no” Daemon smirked “Do you know what that means?” he asked pushing his hand under your skirts. You shook your head anticipating his next action

“It means that will be the first and last person to touch you here” he said his thumb pressing at your weeping entrance, your cunt clenching around nothing begging for more of his touch. His fingers spread the wetness around teasingly almost entering you making you gasp “Take off your gown for me and make it slow” he ordered taking his hand away from your needy parts. With shaky legs you stood unclasping your light purple gown letting it drop to the floor. Your mind filled with lust, what was one time? One time with the man you loved? Surely the Gods can find it in themselves to forgive you for your wanton nature.

“I said take it all off” he said motioning for you to take off your last small clothes leaving you bare and exposed in your bedchambers. The only thing that rested on your neck was the necklace he gifted you. Daemon rested on the bed with his legs spread his eyes looked at every part of you. Your neck, your chest, your tits, your ass, your legs, your cunny. It send jolts of pleasure down his body his dick hardened and a bulge forming in his breeches “Gevie” he muttered, this was better than what he had imagined. His hand reached out for you pulling you by the hips as he placed kisses on every part of your body in sight. He made sit on the bed, making you spread your legs for him showing him your leaking cunny. Before you knew it his hands were wrapped around your thighs and his head in your centre licking a strike of your entire cunt with his tongue. You tried to push yourself away at the foreign sensation but Daemon wasn’t having it. His hands preventing you from going any further away from him. He sucked on your clit watching you squirm and arch your back “Daemon” you moaned. You were in literal heaven. Why had you denied yourself of such pleasure. Daemon licked, sucked and kissed your cunt making you come twice on his tongue, your legs were shaking around his head as you begged saying you couldn’t any more. Daemon licked up all of your release before he pushed a finger inside your cunny, you gasped at the stretch, seeing you were adjusting to the feeling he added another finger, telling you to relax and enjoy the feel his tongue went back to work licking your poor little overstimulated pearl over and over your hole clenched tightly around his fingers he knew you were going to come again, his movements were fast and hard making you roll your eyes at the back of your head as you came hard all over his fingers. The bed soaked with your juices. Daemon’s face wet, he wore a devilish grin on his face. He climbed onto the bed pulling off his benches to show his recent thick length. Hell would that even fit inside you?

“Lie on your back” He ordered and you followed obediently Daemon hovered over you, you finally got what you wanted the sinful proximity between the two of you. His hands intertwined with yours as he distracted you by kissing your lips passionately. You felt him enter, he was so much bigger and he pushed himself in slowly “breathe, my love” he said before pinching your tits hard causing you to gasp. He slid in fully. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, your arms still being held by daemon who now pinned them over your head. The stretch of his full cock in your walls, breaking your maidenhead he let you experience the burn, the pain, the pleasure all together. Daemon let out a moan as he felt you clench around him tightly. This was what he always dreamt about. What he always wanted. You.

Daemon had been patient enough, his slow and firm thrusts quickening. Every thrust hammering your insides as your tits bounced, Daemon was enchanted. He help your hips tightly pounding into you even reaching further, making your back arch and you begged Daemon to let you touch him. Daemon, Daemon, Daemon. The only thoughts that ran in your head as he kissed you his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth as he pounded into you. He let out little moans as he pressed his forehead against yours. As he made love to you. The moment he saw your jaw go slack, he knew you were close. He kept his rhythm steady feeling your orgasm release all over him and the sheets. He left you whimpering underwing him from the overstimulation “good girl” he said plopping on the bed his cock still erect and heavy “can you ride a dragon?” He said leaning on the headboard. You wanted to please him nodding as you straddled his hips pressing the head of his cock into your entrance as you lowered yourself onto him. The position made your toes curl, the way you sunk onto him and lifted yourself over and over. Daemon couldn’t help but watch how your slick pussy gushed all over his cock. His moans increased as he felt his eyebrows press together, he held your hips tightly thrusting harshly into you, it was too much for Daemon, he could no longer hold back he released his hot seed in the walls of your tight cunny, your cum from your fifth orgasm oozed out. White sticky fluids from your puffy folds. Daemon had seen no better art piece, you would be a muse for any artist.

You lay on top of daemon who stroked the back of your hair “you were perfect. You are perfect.” he smiled his dimples showing. You were breathless, tired, exhausted passing into unconsciousness. Daemon chuckled wrapping his arms around you. You were his. And he was going to go to hell and back if he was denied you.

Daemon had ordered for all your clothes to be moved into his bedchamber, he told lord Gerald that you had no intention to leave kingslanding as you were to marry him. The whispers between the servants reached the ears of Viserys thanks to his hand Otto Hightower.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING DAEMON!” He yelled at his younger brother who was making arrangements for you in his room “you have dishonoured her! And you take no effort to even hide the fact!”

“I have every intention to wed her, brother” Daemon said rolling his eyes at the king.

“you are betrothed to ANOTHER” Viserys’ blood boiled. How could he have done such a thing to his own family to you! When he knew damn well he was meant to wed another.

“Another who is not of my choosing!” Daemon said to his brother losing his patience.

“The marriage pact with Rhea was settled years ago! We cannot go against our word” he argued

“You are the king, the blood of the dragon runs in you. You do not need anyone’s permission! Your word is the law, the truth”

“Daemon, I have spent a life time defending you! But your heart is even blacker than I thought”

“Wed her to me..I want to marry Lady Arryn”

“You think I don’t know that, you fool?! But you have wronged lady Rhea! Kept her waiting for years!”

“I have bedded her already brother. It is done. It is decided” Daemon said

Viserys slapped him across the face for his insolent behaviour.

“Tell me brother..” Daemon said holding his cheek pressing on the hurt part of his face. It didn’t hurt at all he just wanted to get some sympathy from Viserys “what of how you wronged y/n” he chuckled “when you passed her over for her younger sister”

“That was different!” He thundered at the accusation thrown by Daemon

“Make it right, wed her to me. I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house. Give me Y/n to take to wife and we will return the house of the dragon to its proper glory” he said almost begging his brother.

It was no secret that Daemon and you had strong chemistry, Viserys and his wife Aemma often joking about making a mistake betrothing Rhea to him instead of you. He supposed he always expected his younger brother to pull this sort of move. And he unfortunately had a very good point, you were passed off for your younger sister which was an insult by itself, being rejected by the king.

“Fine, I will allow this marriage to take place, but just know that it is not for you but instead Lady Arryn” he sighed. “And I don’t want to hear any complaint from now onwards? You will obey my every command henceforth if you are to marry lady Arryn” daemon would definitely do as he pleases, but he nods hugging his brother “you were always weak when it comes to me, brother” he smirked looking at his brother. “Showing empathy is weak now?” Viserys smiled patting Daemon’s shoulders. “Are you sure marriage is what you desire?”

“Marriage matters to me when it is with her..” he smiled “I am serious about her brother.”

“I will talk to the Royce’s and make it up to them somehow” he said “how excited was she when you proposed?”

“Oh I didn’t propose” Viserys wanted to chuck Daemon out of the window. This whole argument when you hadn’t even consented to the marriage “DAEMON!”

“She’s asleep brother. You cannot expect me to disturb her!” Viserys at that moment wanted to put down his crown and run away to Essos. How much more of his brother’s idiocy could he handle? Well anyways he’s your problem now.

Needless to say the marriage took place swiftly thanks to Daemon’s groomzilla tendencies. The man wanted the wedding to be private between only the families. You were more than happy to comply. Daemon and you still didn’t cease your nonsensical arguments, now finding new ways of letting out that anger and love in bed together.

Daemon wasn’t a perfect husband, he was irrational, emotional, pessimistic, but he stayed the loyalest of all the husbands in Westeros stopping all his trips to the streets of silk rather spending them with you, the woman he loved so dearly. With each passing year Daemon grew even more mature with the birth of your first child a baby girl who you both named Baela who inherited that fire and passion of your husband who was also spoiled rotten by him with gifts.

Daemon proved to be the best husband you could have ever asked. You would always remember to tell him that when he took you for rides on his dragon Caraxes and whispered sweet promises to you. You had no doubt about it, marrying him was the best decision he had ever made for you. You knew he would put his life on the line for you or Baela if need be, he was your fiercest protector.

“Did I ever mention I love you?” You asked looking to your husband as you both flew on Caraxes. Daemon knew you often felt like you under appreciated him when you really did love him.

“More times than I can count” he chuckled kissing your cheek

“Perhaps I should stop then, I can’t have you growing indifferent to my love”

“If you do anything of the sort, just know that I cannot promise you that I will not exact revenge” he smiled kissing the top of your head.

“And what revenge would you take against me, your wife?” You asked smiling back

“I will teach Baela cuss words” he said smirking triumphantly.

“DAEMON DON’T YOU DARE!”