#dragon self insert

[dragon-kazansky]

Biker AU snippet (self insert)

Izzy walked into the bar, sluggish and tired. They had been on the road all day and though he loved riding with the crew, he was glad to sit in his favourite bar and have a drink at last.

Izzy sat in his usual stool. He hadn't been in here for a few weeks. Izzy was a busy man most of the time, but Ed had been licking up jobs for them constantly recently. He was starting to feel the burn out looking over his head. The bar stool was a welcome change to the seat on his bike.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as a tired sigh escaped his lips. He was really feeling it now.

"What can I get ya?"

"My usual," is his reply. That's all he asks for now.

"Ya gonna have to tell me what that is." The voice on the other side of the bar says.

Izzy's brows knit together as he finally lowers his hand and looks up. He finds himself pleasantly surprised by the new face in front of him.

She's pretty.

"Oh... uh... Whiskey. Double."

The pretty lass smiles and nods, seeing to his drink immediately.

For as long as Izzy had been coming here, nothing had ever changed. The same old wallpaper and license plates on the wall. The same old jukebox that could barely finish a song these days. The same old pool table he has won many bets on. The same old faces coming and going.

Izzy finds than in just a few seconds, this whole place looked and felt different. The glass is placed down in front of him, but he barely spares it a glance. "What's ya name?" He asks.

"Rachael."

Her smile lights up the fucking room.

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

I can't fathom the fact that some people watch a movie, show or read a book they like and they just go: "I liked it :)" and that's it....girl how?? Whenever I like a movie, tv show, book or musical I need to inhale that piece of media like it's air, I need to self insert myself in it and create an elaborate plot line for my character in it, then I listen to music that reminds me of the piece of media and think of it 24/7, while obsessively rewatching scenes and analyzing every bit of it till I notice details nobody has seen, finally, I try to convince people to watch it with me so that I can experience it for the first time through them. Then my obsession dies and I feel empty until the next one comes along..... and you're telling me people can enjoy something and just...go to sleep and not think of it again????

[lavenderskye29]

Somewhere in the Xenoverse, Vegeta is surrounded by idiots.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

WC:2000

Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take. 

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home. 

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you. 

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

 “I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…” 

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back. 

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered. 

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free. 

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation. 

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?” 

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth. 

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--” 

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you. 

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you. 

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort. 

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired. 

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin. 

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--” 

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer. 

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him. 

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.” 

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster. 

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over. 

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you. 

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked. 

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard. 

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.” 

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone. 

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.” 

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto. 

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness. 

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

[adragonprinceswhore]

I’m gonna start regarding House of the Dragon as a satirical comedy because implying that a man who was the most passive monarch ever and caused a succession crisis that killed the Targaryen’s greatest asset was an amazing king is comedy gold 🤩

[blutopaz15]

timeskip Rayla got really into writing self-insert rpf fanfic about her and Callum, published on Archive of Xadia's Own

[notyourhetloki]

struggle (Daemon x Wife!Reader)

Reader: she/her (Fem!Reader)

/NSFW Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader/

A/N: Not requested but I'm obsessed with this man… it's a little dark but I hope you like it! Also, it's probably ooc, sorry!

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), dub-con, rough sex, dacryphilia, piv sex (unprotected), mentions of violence, emotional abuse.

Word Count: 1.8k

—

When Daemon realized he was marrying you, he promised himself he would make your life hell. He didn't even know you and had no reason to begrudge you, but your family... he hated your family.

A bunch of gold diggers, he would say, only interested in status. Maybe your parents were just that, but you only wanted to play your part as a good wife... but Daemon would deny you that.

After the wedding, instead of spending the night with you, he went straight into his whore's arms. Not that he didn't find you alluring, extremely attractive even... but he wanted to humiliate you, and it worked.

Not only didn't he consummate your marriage, he treated you poorly, to say the least. Daemon made you feel insignificant like he hated you for something you didn't even do.

You were tired of his rudeness, his emotional abuse. You were kind, gentle even... but you were reaching your limit.

One night at a festivity, you decided to dance. It didn't matter the partner, you just wanted to have fun. It didn't even occur to ask for your husband's approval, he didn't seem to care.

But he did... deep down his pride was shaken when he saw you with another man, laughing and twirling around. How dare she, Daemon would think.

He followed you to your chambers afterward, intruding on your space and angrily shouting horrid accusations at you. You calmly tried explaining yourself but your tranquility only made him angrier, causing him to point his finger at you. "I didn't know I had married a wench!"

And that was it, your temper exploded in a burst of fury that had been boiling for months now. You slapped him hard across the cheek, his face turning sideways at the impact. He slowly turned to look at you, fire in his eyes.

"Compare me to one of your whores again and I'll cut your tongue out myself!" You hissed. Daemon was... shocked, a pleasant sensation creeping into his core. His teeth appeared in a menacing grin, reminding you of a dragon ready for battle.

Daemon loved humiliating you, especially because you were an easy victim, always too good to him even when he didn't deserve it. But now... you were showing your teeth.

"Now get out, leave me be." You waved to the doors, completely unaffected by his intimidating glare. He admired your wits, found it provocative, enticing.

Daemon looked at your eyes for any sign of weakness, but he couldn't find any... you were stronger than he anticipated. He slowly made his way out of your chambers, and that night was a restless night for the prince.

The next few days were... strange. Daemon would follow you everywhere, suddenly interested in your routine, even treating you decently for once.

But you weren't buying any of that, cutting his advances out quick and short. He only smiled at your dry responses, and that infuriated you even more.

One night Daemon dared to pursue you into your chambers, creeping like a shadow. He slowly made his way behind you, lightly grabbing at your waist and pulling you towards his chest while smelling your hair.

You quickly thrust your elbow into his ribs, causing him to back up while wincing in pain. "Fucking hell!"

You quickly turned around, looking into his eyes. "What do you want from me, Daemon?"

His hands covered his chest, still breathing from the sharp pain you had caused... he looked infuriated. "Heaven's sake, I only thought... I wanted to finally consummate our marriage. It's about time, don't you think?"

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, you were incredulous. After all that time, he had the guts to even consider that? You couldn't be more mad.

"You were not capable of consummating our marriage then, what makes you think you could do it now?" You said audaciously, but Daemon didn't take offense.

Instead, he grew closer to you. The look he had on his face... wild desire burning in his eyes. He was a menace, but you couldn't look away.

"Because I finally find you interesting now..." His voice low and quiet, like he was telling you a secret. It made you shiver.

You couldn't deny it, you were physically attracted to him. He was extremely handsome, an exotic kind of beauty that was admired by you and many others... but you hated his guts. It was quite a conundrum, to want to kiss and kill him at the same time.

"Well, it's too late now." You knew deep down you wanted him, wanted to finally legitimate your marriage, but you were stubborn. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

"Is it?" He grew even closer and lifted your chin up slightly with his fingers, licking his lips and admiring your pretty, angered face.

Without breaking eye contact, you defied him. "I despise you."

Daemon only looked at you for a few more seconds before lunging at you, grabbing the sides of your face and kissing you hard. He was hurting you, but a part of you was craving for that moment... the moment when he finally wanted you.

Rage bubbled inside your body, you didn't know what to think. You wanted to hate the man for what he did to you, but couldn't deny the burning desire for his attention.

You pushed Daemon several times before he let go, laughing at himself. He enjoyed your struggle, made things more compelling. "Your true colors are showing, (y/n)."

"Go to hell!" You yelled, but that was proven to be the wrong attitude. He charged at you once again, pinning you into a wall. He kissed and bit on your neck while his hands frantically roamed your body, grabbing at your hips, ass, breasts...

"Get your hands off me!" You tried pushing him off but to no avail, he was stronger and bigger than you. He soon came back to your mouth, ravishing your lips and introducing his tongue inside you.

You protested, but not for long.

As soon as his tongue touched yours you felt an incredible heat spreading through your body, radiating energy to your most sensitive areas. It felt humiliating, your body was enjoying something you knew you should hate.

You grabbed the hair at his scalp and kissed him back, humming in his mouth. He smiled into your lips, victorious.

Daemon started unclothing you frenetically, ripping the seams of your dress while doing so. You yelped as you felt his hands on your skin for the first time, cold rough hands contrasting your soft warm body.

When all your layers of clothing were off, you felt shame rising to your face. He was your husband, he had the right to see you naked, but still...

"Look at you..." He said to himself, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto the mattress. You tried to get up but he towered over you, trapping you under his body. "Where do you think you're going?"

You covered your chest with your hands and with a swift movement, you spat at his face, right on his cheek.

"Ha... that was rude." Daemon only thrived at your efforts, it only made him excited. He cleaned your spit with his fingers and then licked them clean.

Suddenly, he grabbed your neck with one of his hands. Enough pressure to hurt but not enough to leave you dizzy, he just wanted to make a point. "You are mine, whether you like it or not."

He kissed you abruptly, bruising your lips with his force. You reciprocated again, and he rubbed his crotch against yours.

"And I think you quite like it..." He taunted, and you moved your hand to pull at his hair. He hissed and tightened his grip on your neck, a warning. "Behave, now... or I won't be so gentle next time." If that was his 'gentle'... imagine what the 'rough' would look like.

Daemon continued grinding his hips against yours, causing sweet friction to appease your nerves. It felt good, and the struggle only made you hotter... it was a hard thing to admit it, but you were enjoying yourself.

You moaned against his mouth, and he smiled once again. "Shut up!" You exclaimed before he even said anything, and he laughed.

His free hand managed to take his cock out of his pants, big and hard. Daemon started to rub it against your sex, and he soon noticed how wet you were. "Putting up a fight just to excite me, what a dirty girl..."

Tears formed in your eyes from anger, you never anticipated giving in to what he wanted. You wanted to resist him, to prove to him you weren't his toy... but you just couldn't.

He swiftly introduced his member inside you, entering without easing you in. You gasped, a mild pain blooming in your insides, the feeling of him stretching you out... all of it, it felt so good.

With one hand still grasping your neck, he started moving. In and out, quick and rough. The obscene sounds your bodies made echoed through the room, accompanied by your moans.

You were leaving nail marks on his back, tears falling down your cheeks while you whined in pleasure... he licked them clean.

Daemon then lowered his other hand to abuse your most sensitive spot, rubbing it in the rhythm of his thrusts.

It was then that you gave up, completely succumbing to him. You practically screamed, begging him to not stop.

"That's my girl..." He was looking into your eyes that entire time, but decided to kiss you right before your orgasm came. A kiss so hungry that made you sure... he wanted you. Finally, he wanted you.

You came hard around his cock, moaning his name and crying even more tears, but this time from pleasure. The feeling of your walls clenching around him was enough to make him cum as well, groaning while tightening his grip on your neck, spilling his seed inside you.

Daemon soon relaxed, collapsing over you. The compression calmed you down, grounded you. He sniffed the crook of your neck, biting lightly at your shoulder.

You both stayed there for a good few moments, basking in the sound of your breathing until it occurred to you... you had consummated your marriage.

"There's no turning back now, you know." You said out loud, hoping he would listen.

"What?" He responded in a groggy voice, almost asleep.

"We are husband and wife now. You better treat me as such." You commanded, caressing his back on the parts you had scratched.

"Or else?" Daemon taunted, wanting to see your reaction.

"Or else I will kill you in your sleep." Your response was dry but casual like you were talking about the weather, and he appreciated it.

Daemon laughed, kissing your shoulder and looking up at you. You smiled at him, kissing his forehead.

—

[penofwildfire]

Fem tiger boy shoots his shot

[beeefantastic]

Ok, to be honest this is my first post and I have no idea how tumblr works!!

-

This piece is to commemorate my 17th birthday a couple days ago and display my totally awesome WOF sona!! Which is a BeetleWing! (I know they are extinct as of now) but who said I can’t have fun? If you have any advice for a newbie let me know- and expect more dragon/cat/cool art stuff in the future! Please check my other socials as well, I have more art there! Thanks ^^

[crypticpaw]

Redraw of a SoD screenshot! I really like how the colors look!

[gokupolo059]

Dragon Boy! 🐲

[kyros-tha-soldier]

The OP dadverse is fucking underrated. Whoever is in charge of the spin-off OP doujins needs to make the next series about them

[cutestcure]

the legend of spyro sona! her name is isodel and shes the adopted daughter of the chronicler :]

[the-heartlines]

"Whisper it into my ear, little whore. Beg your lord for your lady's tongue upon your pearl, my little dragon princess. Beg your father to let your mother fuck you."

anonymous requested a sequel to this fic: rhaenys x corlys x aegon's twin!reader ~ fem!reader [explicit / 1.5k] ~

🔞 warnings: begging, pregnancy, lactation kink, breast sucking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, female ejaculation, mommy kink, daddy kink, pseudo incest. 🔞

my ao3 ~ taking requests for fics

The threat of war loomed on the horizon, emerald green bleeding into crimson black, tensions rising with every day that passed. The end of your pregnancy was nigh, which delighted your lord and lady, bringing them joy in such depressing, dreadful, and dreary times. Especially for you. You could barely walk up the stone steps of the castle, let alone climb upon your dragon, Sunspyre, or dare ride her. 

Your emotions had increased sevenfold with every passing moon, and you cried every time, desperately, wishing you could fly, soar through the air, taste the salt of the sea, feeling the lovely breeze upon your flushed cheeks. But instead you were a prisoner to your ever growing body, stuck in this lavish room, with swollen ankles, and tear stained cheeks, glaring out through the open windows, the skyline and sparkling vast blue taunting you. You cried when you heard the maesters warning your lady of how important bedrest was in the final weeks of your pregnancy. You sobbed even harder, almost wailing for your very own mother, when you realized how precisely strict the guidelines were, not even allowed to venture anywhere near anyone who might see the swollen bump underneath your gowns. Who may gossip and spread rumors, truths...of your whereabouts. For no one knew for certain where the princess had run off to, on dragonback, escaping the eve of her wedding to her twin brother.

For your lord, and especially, your lady, were particularly protective of you and their babes. 

Twins were growing inside you, two heart beats beneath your very own. And you were so very thankful to the seven that it wasn’t his, your future-husband-to-be's. He was a drunk and a wastrel, as your younger brother had put it many times.

Your heart and Sunspyre’s spirit decided that your combined destiny would be here, for the ocean had always called to you, ever since that fateful night on Driftmark almost a decade ago, where everything changed. 

And Sunspyre had landed here, upon sand and stone, where you had found refuge with your most gracious hosts, who had been nothing but kind and attentive, since the day they found you…made you theirs.

The Sea Snake and the Queen Who Never Was were the most generous, most giving, and the most possessive of you. They called you their ultimate treasure and treated you as such, with their hands and tongues upon your body and deep inside you. 

Growing up in King's Landing, you were always treated second to Aegon, your twin, being nothing more than a pawn in your mother and grandsire's game; but here in Lord Corlys' and Lady Rhaenys' presence, you were truly a princess, a precious prize to be proud of. Their hidden pearl of High Tide.

Being hidden away as such, was a small price to pay, to appease and please them, but your passions and emotions were beyond what you could take, and you needed your lord and lady more than ever before. You needed their constant attention and devotion, the pleasure they inflicted upon you so easily after all these moons.

"Please, please, my lady," you begged Lady Rhaenys, biting your lip, looking at her wickedly with wide violet eyes. "Please make me come, sweet mother." Your tone drips tempestuously, along with the wetness of your cunt, taunting her with the sweetness that could draw her poison out like venom from a snakebite. Your cunt clenches around nothing, feeling so, so empty. You needed her fingers, her tongue, to fill the emptiness. Anything she will offer at this point. 

Even a cock.

Lady Rhaenys steps towards you, licking her lips, breathing in deep, and you know she can smell your arousal, all for her...

But her lord husband's hand halts her movements suddenly and you want to protest his demand, but know better not to, for he could deny you your release another night. Or two nights, which was hell in itself.

"Say it again, sweetling," you hear his rough, leathery voice command, as daunting as the sea on a stormy day, as he stands opposite you. You eye his cock, growing hard as iron and leaking against the fabric of his breeches. He's as desperate as you are and it makes your clit throb, nipples harden into tiny rubies. His fingers curl into the long tresses at the nape of your neck, pulling your head taut, the shell of your ear scraping against the silver of his beard. The sensation makes your belly pulse with more want and you whine. "Whisper it into my ear, little whore. Beg your lord for your lady's tongue upon your pearl, my little dragon princess. Beg your father to let your mother fuck you."

Lady Rhaenys approaches the both of you, staying silent, keeping her hands steady at her side, but she's shivering, like you are shuddering. 

You let out a laboured breath, obeying, heartbeat and heavy breasts heaving with pure lust.

"Please, father," you whimper, whispering into his ear, your wetness seeping down your inner thighs like tears, staining the silk sheets below. You then look right into your lady's gaze, molten violet, similar to your own. "Please, mother," you sob, a tear slipping down your cheek. "Please, fuck me. Please!" You cry, beginning to tremble, the emotions overwhelming you.

"Yesss, that's our sweet daughter," Lady Rhaenys hisses, her sharp fingernails raking through the thin night shift concealing your nakedness, shredding the fabric to reveal your swollen bosom and belly to her eyes. "Look, dear husband," she traces her nails over your puffy nipples, pebbling even more underneath her touch, squeezing them. You shriek as white liquid beads like little pearls form the rosy peaks, dripping down her fingers.

"Her mother's milk has finally come in." Lord Corlys says, grinning, his leathery voice deep and smokey, pride lingering on the tip of his tongue. "Drink, my dear wife. See if her milk is as sweet as her honeyed cunt."

Your lord's hand guide's his wife's chin towards your chest and her soft lips immediately wrap around your nipple, beginning to suck.

"Mother!" You gasp, as her mouth greedily drinks down your milk, her hand gripping the protruding roundness of your belly, possessively, where pale pink marks have formed, marking and claiming you as hers; theirs.

Your lady stops sucking, pulling from your breast for a moment, your milk glistening upon her lips, pushing your back against the soft bed. "Her milk tastes just as sweet as her cunt, my lord husband." Lady Rhaenys pulls Lord Corlys down by one of his locks of his silver hair making him hiss. "Have a taste." And she kisses him deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth, making you moan when your lord groans and bites his lady wife's lip, drawing his attention towards you.

"Fuck, just as sweet as your milk, my wife." 

They both stare at you, eyes starving for more of what your body produces, both wanting to satiate their thirst and hunger with all of you. And so you spread your legs, giving them a view of your sticky thighs, your cunt slick with the most insatiable need that only they can satisfy.

Before you can think, speak, beg, your lord's mouth is fastened to your cunt, begging you with his tongue upon your aching jewel at the crux of your core, that he sucks with his lips at the same time his lady wife's mouth is once again encircling your swollen teat, savoring your succulence. 

Both moan, murmuring around mouthfuls of your flesh, hands cradling the swell of your babes growing inside you, praising your body for its sweet offering, its sweet sacrifice.

Both your gracious lord and your lady, worshipping your body like some kind of deity, a goddess.

"Thank you, father! Mother!" Your climax hits you like a colossal tidal wave, pulling you under its depths, and you're drowning, body spasming, until you come up for air, gulping in deep breaths of air. Your cunt gushes, your juices flooding your lord's mouth as he drinks his fill, coating his beard and face.

"Yes, yes, sweetling, you're most welcome." Rhaenys strokes over your flushed, tear stained cheek, and you realize you're crying again, the emotions overwhelming you once again.

"Thank you, princess, for our gifts." You fade in and out of consciousness, exhilarated exhaustion seeping into your veins, moaning, feeling a thicker, more girthier piece of flesh replacing your lord's tongue. Your overstimulated cunt resists at first, until fingers press the pearl just above your slick entrance, demanding your compliance. 

They share another kiss with the other, sharing your taste with the other.  "Now let your father thank you properly, sweet daughter." And with that your lord father grits his teeth, slipping his cock into your tight heat, as your lady mother's fingers help ease his passage, and they both fuck you into oblivion, until your unconcious, dreaming of the silver haired offspring, dressed in the colors of Velaryon and Targaryen, with both the sea and salt in their soul, fire and blood in their hearts. Young dragons you will give both your father and mother, your loyalty forever lying with them, sacrificing your body, until your dying breath.

[fromtheseventhhell]

Very funny to me how Stansas present her character as being so interesting and complex because of her vulnerabilities, while simultaneously ignoring those same vulnerabilities in other characters. Dany is sold as a bridal slave and lacks agency throughout AGOT and after. Her dragons are either too young/small to utilize effectively or locked away for the majority of the story. They aren't some all-powerful trump card that protects her from harm. Arya is captured as a prisoner of war, forced to watch countless people tortured and murdered, and then essentially enslaved in Harrenhal with no way to fight back. She has an entire arc of feeling powerless, of being a "mouse", during ACOK. She doesn't have "kung-fu" or the ability to magically fight her way out of every situation, she's a young child lacking physical strength with only the most basic sword training.

Sansa isn't the only female character, she isn't the only young character, she isn't the only character who suffered, and no one is obligated to prioritize her. I'm so tired of Dany and Arya being mischaracterized and having their stories erased to prop Sansa up. "Sansa has kept her dignity" In other words, let's praise her for having a level of security that Dany and Arya don't have access to. She hasn't ever been forced to make a hard decision which of course means that she's morally superior to them. They can't even admit to themselves that her lack of action is due to her own passivity. If it doesn't fit their delusion, they erase it from the story and expect the rest of us to play along. Ask one of them what they like about her character without bringing up her being the ultimate victim, and I genuinely don't believe they'd be able to give you an answer. They belittle other characters more than they talk about her and these takes just scream insecurity/jealousy at the content and development other characters have in their POVs.

[jelly-powder]

oh god I can’t stop drawing him