#i promise i don't want to bathe in the blood of innocents

[dyrewrites]

"Oh, what the hell, why, what sick bastard wrote this?" I ask, while reading the story I just finished writing.

[justmymindandstuff]

Bounded by fire and love - Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen (18+MDNI; smut)

This is a sequel to bounded by fire and pain but can be read as a standalone.

Summary: Aegon has tried to be a good brother. He knows he hasn't always been successful. Now the day he had feared has come, his wedding day. He must marry his sister and do his duty. Now he will drag her into his dark abyss with him. But Helaena surprises him with her desire and he manages to find comfort in her arms.

Warnings: age up characters, hurt/ comfort, self-hate, thinking about suicide (briefly), dark!, angst, family issues, Aegon is a product of family issues, Alicent is a bad mum but she tries, , drinking, sexual trauma, blood (briefly), marriage night, loss of virginity, insecure Helaena, incecure Aegon, sibling incest (obvious), p in v sex, oral (f), fingering, innocent/virging Helaena, innocence kink, pet names (?idn Aegon calls Helaena good girl once), smut, 18+, MDNI!

Words: 10.066

A/N: My Helaegon brainrot starts as a joke, but guys its not a joke anymore. I can´t stop thinking about them and the crumbs the show gives us doesn´t help.

English is not my first language// Gif not mine// AO3 // This turned out much darker than I originally intended.

I will write Dragons and Roses 03 over the next few days I promise (and there will be a part 04 bc I have no self control)

Since the fateful night at Driftmarkt, something has shifted in Aegon. Since that night, he is trying to do better. He tries to be a good brother.

He is no longer mean to Aemond and Heleana. Aegon even took Aemond to the brothel at his 13 nameday. Just like his father had done with him. Viserys had said that this is a Targaryen men tradition. Aemond was angry, but Aegon tried. He also has learned to listen to his sister. Her riddles still confuse him, but he knows that he can make her happy with a new insect, and he even tried to learn something about the little crawlers. But the book that the teacher had given him was so boring that he gave up after two chapters. He prefers to listen to Helaena as she explains why certain beetles cannot fly while others can. He tries to remember as much as possible. He is really trying.

But Aegon likes it best when all three fly on their dragons together. Sunfyre's back is his only source of happiness. Experiencing this happiness with his siblings gives Aegon strength. For hours the three dragons fly over the Crownlands.

However, there has been no time for that in the last weeks. The last few weeks have been filled with wedding preparations. Every day Aegon escapes from the Keep. He wants to avoid reality. He spends his days with Sunfyre, and every time he takes his golden dragon to the skies, he thinks for a moment about flying away. But Aegon comes back every afternoon. One bath and a cup of wine later, he has usually disappeared from the Keep again. He spends his nights with drinking, gambling and prostitutes.

But he cannot run away from reality. When his mother waits for him in his chambers three days before the wedding, holding his elaborate embroidered weddingshirt Aegon feels unwell.

"Mother I don't want to get married," he says but tries on his wedding outfit without complaining. The tailors bustle around him, and one accidentally pricks his skin with a needle. Aegon flinches but bites his lip to suppress a curse.

"It must be," Alicent replies, smoothing the embroidered fabric over her chest before taking a step back and looking at her eldest son. Aegon cannot read her facial expressions. He has never been good at that. How is he supposed to recognize emotions when he can't even sort out his own feelings?

"Why?" he asks defiantly. A thousand times he had asked this question and never received an answer. Now his mother sighs.

"Leave us alone." she commands and all the tailors, pages, and servants leave Aegon's chambers. The feeling of relief only lasts a moment.

His mother moves through his rooms as if they were her own. She goes to the table and first pours herself a cup of wine, and then Aegon. Aegon takes a few steps towards her, takes the cup, and waits so she finally answers his question. Aegon knows that Helaena did not ask for this wedding either. This is all his mothers doing.

"You want to protect your sister, right?"

"Of course." but why doesn't his mother understand that Helaena needs to be protected from him?

"Do you know who is her alternative?" she sounds exhausted.

Aegon didn't even know that there was an alternative. But everyone is better than him. Maybe he could arrange for that other man to marry Heleana in his place? He can smuggle her out of the Keep and bringt her to the man who she deserves. Bring her to a better man. He shakes his head and is already making plans on how he can get Heleana out of the Keep.

"Jacaerys Velaryon."

Aegon's plan is falling apart like a house of cards. He would never allow that his sister have to marry that bastard. All his defiance and anger towards his mother dissipate, and Aegon lets himself fall weakly into the next chair.

"Oh."

His mother doesn't punish him at all. She doesn't punish Helaena either. Alicent protects Helaena.

"Yes. Oh. And even if it weren't Jacaerys, it would be some other Lord who takes her away from us. Do you want that? Do you want to say goodbye to your sister?"

"No," he replies softly. His mother is right. He hadn't looked at it that way before. Aegon sighs and concedes defeat. "I will marry her," he whispers.

Alicent sighs, approaches him and sets down her untouched cup. Her hand caresses gently over his cheek. Her lips are twisted into a sad smile. "You don´t have a choice in this."

Her words should perhaps provide comfort, but they only drain all strength out of Aegon and ensure that he drowns himself even deeper in wine by evening. Only after he has vented all his frustration on one of the prostitutes and is back in his chambers he can cry. He lies on the softest bed linens in all of Westeros, surrounded by expensive food and fine wine, his clothes feel soft against his skin, made from the finest material, surrounded by jewelry and every luxury someone can imagine, yet he smells like a beggar, is as powerless as a small child, and feels as broken as a dead man. Aegon closes his eyes. He wishes he could just disappear, sinking into his mattress as if he had never existed. That would be better. Then all the suffering he has caused would not exist either. Helaena could then be free from him. Perhaps Mother would then marry her to Aemond instead of the Strongbastard.

Aemond. His little brother Aemond. Aegon opens his eyes again, tears streaming from them into the pillows. Aemond wouldn't make it without him. The stubborn, headstrong, disciplined Aemond. Aegon can hardly help but laugh at the thought. Aemond wouldn't know what fun is without him. He would throw himself into his training, obsessed with being a warrior and a scholar. An impossible task. Aegon knows that Aemond does all these things to distract from the fact that he is broken. Aemond is broken in a different way than Aegon. But still broken. He can't leave him alone. His little brother needs him.

Helaena is the only one among them who isn't broken. Helaena is perfect, pure, kind. Helaena is the only one who is good.

And in two days she would be his wife, and he would ruin her. Aegon just manages to turn to the side before he expels the contents of his stomach. It's almost all wine, his esophagus burns from the acidity, and the disgusting taste lingers in his mouth. Aegon would prefer to throw up again, but nothing comes out. He turns onto his back and just stares at the ceiling. When sleep comes Aegon is glad, and just before he loses consciousness he wishes for a second not to wake up again.

**

Aegon chambers are full of servants, pages, tailors, and maids. His brother Aemond sits in an armchair by the fire, looking around with a bored expresion. Aegon know it is his mask. Aemond is already wearing his festive attire, yet he still has steel at his belt around his waist. Aegon has already been bathed and smells of the oils and perfume in which his servants have soaked him in. He is rotting inside. The chaos around him causes a headache, and an uneasy feeling crawls through his stomach. His hands tremble and he longs for a cup of wine. Aegon focuses his gaze on his brother's drumming fingers. On the outside, Aemond appears calm, just like Aegon, but inside he is also tumultuous. Aegon tries not to pay attention to the fact that his chambers have already been rearranged and many of Helaena's belongings were brought in. From this evening on, these will no longer be his chambers but their shared ones, their marital chambers. One of the maids pulls at his hair as she clumsily tries to cut it. Aegon grimaces as his scalp tightens.

"Enough," he says, roughly pushing her away. "Get Helaena. Heleana always cuts my hair," he says. Quickly, the maid curtsies and runs out of the room.

"Our sister will surely prepare for the wedding herself." Aemonds voice comes from the fireplace.

"Probably and she will surely find it lovely when so many people are swirling around her and touching her," he replies grimly. A tailor's apprentice stumbles against a chair while turning, causing a pile of sewing materials to fall to the floor and the chair to scrape against the stone floor with a disgusting noise.

Aegon can't take it anymore and explodes.'"Everyone out of here! I don't want to see anyone anymore who isn't part of my family." he screams and jumps up from the chair. For a second, no one moves, and Aegon tries to calm his heartbeat with heavy breaths. Then the hustle begins again as everyone grabs their things and disappears from Aegon's chambers. Aegon takes two steps and reaches finally for his wine cup. In just a few sips, it's empty, and Aegon pours himself another right away.

"Mother says I should prevent you from drinking today."

"Try to stop me." they both know that Aemond could do that with ease. But hje just shrugs his shoulders.

"Don't worry, not today."

Aegon lowers the cup from his lips and looks at his brother. Aemond's expression is unmoving, but compassion is reflected in his eyes. Aegon does not want his pity, but the fact that it is there calms the fear in his gut just a little bit.

The doors are open again and Helaena steps in. She wears a simple dress made of green silk, yet her hair is already intricately braided and tied back, with a diadem perched on her head. The light catches in the green gemstones. Helaena glances around briefly and then smiles. Aegon is relieved that she is smiling.

"Jen said you want me to cut your hair," she says. Aegon fills his cup with wine once more and then returns to his chair.

"Yes, please." he says and drops himself onto the chair. Helaena takes the scissors and walks over to him.

"She says you were mean." cautiously as always, she begins to cut his hair. Aemond huffs from his spot by the fireplace, which makes Aegon roll his eyes. Helaena remains unruffled. As her hands gently glide over his scalp, Aegon briefly closes his eyes. He rarely allows Helaena to touch him, but in those moments, he wonders why. "Aegon?"

He flinches slightly but then responds. "They annoyed me."

"You should still be nice. They are here on Mother's orders."

"I really tried to stay calm."

"I know. It's all right."

He feels like a little child being scolded by his mother. Only that his mother never explained with gentle words what he had done wrong, she had just screams at him and slaps him. He now he deserves every hit from her.

Helaena sets the scissors aside and gently wipes the loose hairs from Aegon's shirt. His wedding outfit is still lying on the bed. Aegon cannot bear to look at it.

"Thank you," he says and stands up. He is glad that the only mirror he has in his chambers is turned around. He cannot bear to look at himself. "Would you like a cup of wine?" he asks. He knows that Helaena actually has to return to her own chambers.

She nods anyway, and they sit down with Aemond by the fireplace. Quickly Aegon pours wine for Helaena and hands her the cup. He made sure that he always has her favorite type of wine in his chambers. Aegon stares into the fire.

"You both look like you're going to your own funeral." Aemond suddenly says. Aegon and Helaena both look up and then at each other. They look that way because they both feel that way. But then Helaena straightens her shoulders.

"No. I'm doing well," she says then. Aegon doesn't believe her. He takes a sip of his wine to avoid saying anything but Helaena addresses him directly. "Aegon. I am truly doing well. And you?"

He sets down the cup and shrugs his shoulders. The nervous feeling in his stomach is getting worse again. Everything in him screams to run away. But he stays seated and instead starts to play with his fingers. Then he forces a smile onto his face.

"I'm doing well too," he says, managing even to look directly at Helaena. He doesn't know if her smile is genuine.

"Today is not our funeral. Not today. I haven't dreamed of today, and I only dream bad things," says Helaena, and her tone makes him perk up a bit, but the strange feeling disappears right away as he remembers his wine. But before he can take another sip, the doors to his chambers are flung open again. Out of the corner of his eye, Aegon sees Aemond's hand going straight for his sword, and he is ready to jump up but his tense posture disappears immediately when he recognizes their mother.

"I thought you were here, Helaena," Alicent says, sounding relieved. Ser Criston closes the door behind them. Then Alicent's gaze shifts from her daughter to Aegon and the cup of wine in his hand, she grimaces. "Aemond, I asked you to make sure he doesn't drink so much."

"That's his first cup, Mother," Aemond lies, and Aegon sends a silent thank you to the gods for his brother. "We thought we would drink to today's special occasion as siblings."

Alicent nods, "Fine." she agrees. "But Helaena mus get ready now."

Helaena sets down her cup and smiles at her brothers once more. "See you in the Sept." she says. Alicent steps forward and grabs the wine jug from the table before taking Helaena by the hand and leading her to the door. "See you in the Sept" Aegon whispers as Helaena walks past him. His mother stops once more.

"Ser Criston, please make sure that Aegon changes and accompany him to the sept, and remind him that Sunfyre is being guarded by additional guards today," she gives the order before leaving the chambers with Helaena. Aegon sighs, now he has a babysitter too. But at least it's Criston.

"Sit down." Aegon stands up and points to the spot that Helaena has just left. The sworn shield of his mother takes its place. Aegon walks through his chambers and retrieves a new jug of wine from the cupboard. As if he had no reserve. He filles Criston, his brother, and himself a cup and then sits back down in the chair. He would need one more cup of wine before he could put on his wedding attire and make his way to the sept.

Aegon first looks at his brother, then at Criston. He has known this man his whole life, as far back as Aegon can remember, Ser Criston has been his mother's sworn shield.

And as far back as he can remember, he has dutifully carried out her orders. So it is today. He makes sure that Aegon puts on his wedding attire and then takes away the wine so that he doesn't stain the light fabric. The ride in the carriage to the Sept is silent. Aemond rides alongside them on horse back.

Only after Aegon has walked down the long aisle of the great sept, nodded to a few of the Lords and Ladies, and stood next to the Septon at the front, does Ser Criston leave his side and take up his position. Aemond stays next to Aegon, he is glade about his presence. It grounds him. Let him feel less lonley. It takes a moment, but then his mother appears. She smiles when she sees him and nods, then she takes her place next to the king. The Sept becomes quiet. Aegon feels as if he is about to vomit.

Helaena enters the Sept next to her grandfather Otto Hightower. The King felt too weak to walk her down the aisle.

As Helaena steps through the large door, Aegon looks from his brother to the entrance. He has to swallow. Helaena had pinned a delicate veil over her hairstyle, the cream-colored lace cascading down her wedding dress and flowing to the floor. It has the same color as his outfit. They are perfectly matched, as if they belong together. And maybe they do that? Aegon never wanted to admit it, always forbidding himself from even thinking about it,but now he can't help but acknowledge it. Helaena is beautiful. As she gets closer, he realizes that all the people make her uncomfortable. It reveals how she holds onto Otto's hand, her knickles white because of her tight grip. Helaenas gaze shifts restlessly back and forth. But then she looks at Aegon, he is glad that he is smiling at this moment because Helaena also starts smiling. Aegon takes a deep breath and suddenly Otto stands before him, handing over Helaena's hand. Her skin is cold. Aegon carefully pulls back her veil. She is paler than she was an hour ago, yet she bravely keeps a smile on her face.

The Septon begins to speak, but Aegon can hardly understand him. He has a ringing in his ears, he tries to focus on his breathing, but because he can hardly control it, it only makes things worse. Pull yourself together! Breathe in, breathe out. It gets a little better, but it is only the gentle pressure of Helaena's hand that brings him back to the moment. He takes the dagger from the Septon's hand and cuts into his palm, then he hands it to Helaena, and she does the same, grimacing for a brief moment as the blade slices through her skin. When she hands the dagger back to the Septon, her hand trembles. but when Aegon takes her hand, her grip is firm. For a brief moment, Aegon feels her blood running over his hand, but then it mixes with his own and he gets used to it. The Septon binds their joined hands. The only Valyrian part of this wedding ceremony is over, and the Septon is following the script of the Faith of the Seven.

Helaena and Aegon speak the words. They leave a strange feeling on his tongue, but they don't sound wrong. The kiss is nothing more than a slight touch of their lips, and then it’s over. They are married.

He looks at Helaena, she nods and smiles. Then he turns her halfway, and those present begin to clap while the newlyweds walk back down the aisle. Aegon keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead. He cannot look at his mother. Outside a carriage is waiting to take them to a banquet at the Red Keep. Aegon is not hungry. And he doesn't want a banquet, he doesn't want to dance. He would prefer to have something to drink.

Aegon chokes down a bit of the food. Helaena, who is sitting next to him at the high table, hardly touches her food too. Alicent instructed the servants not to give Aegon any wine, but Aemond and Cristion always manage to secretly slip him a cup. Aegon thanks all the gods for the two of them.

Speeches are being given and music is played. Aegon dances exactly one song with Helaena before he flees back to his seat and takes a sip of his wine.

He hates it here, finds all of this repulsive. He can hardly stand to stay in this room for another moment. But he pulls himself together and clings to his chair and his wine.

His gaze sweeps across the room. Helaena is talking with her old nanny. A woman long past her fortieth nameday and one of Helaena's confidants. Alicent couldn't bring herself to send her back home when Helaena got older, so she stays at the Keep in Helaenas services.

Aegon looks at his hands, the nail beds are bloody, yet he can't help but keep picking at his skin. To distract himself he looks at his mother to see if her hands are bloody as well. Alicent sits in here seat next to the king, watching the dancing people. Her foot is tapping to the beat of the music. Aegon had heard that his mother, when she was young, had danced for hours on end with his half-sister. But Viserys is old and sick and hasn't danced in a long time. So his mother doesn't dance anymore either.

The thought is not yet fully formed when Aegon is already on his feet and walking over to his mother. He remembers his courtesies and bows slightly before the queen and the king.

"You allow your Grace?" he says to his father, but he looks at his mother while saying it. She looks surprised at his outstretched hand. Viserys laughs briefly beside him and then suppresses a cough before he responds.

"Of course, of course." his voice almost breaks with joy. Alicent reaches for Aegon's hand and allows him to lead her to the dance floor. The other couples respectfully make room and limit their dancing to the sidelines.

Aegon hopes that enough of the hated dance lessons have stuck with him so that he doesn't completely embarrass himself. But his body seems to remember the dance steps. After a moment of uncertainty he manages to lead his mother safely to the music. She shows a radiant smile, tears welling up in her eyes. Aegon is not quite sure, but he hopes that she is happy.

"I don't know if you remember," Alicent begins to speak softly. "But when you were little, we always danced in my chambers. You were standing on my feet. I hummed the melody because we didn't have any musicians. You always laughed so much." she swallows and her smile trembles.

"I remember it." Aegon lies, feeling a lump forming in his throat. For a brief moment, he does not see his mother, the queen, but Lady Alicent, the young girl she once was. Then guilt overwhelms him, because he is the reason she is no longer that young girl. Through him, she has become a mother. He forced her into the role of a mother.

"And now you are married and grown up." she sounds sad, and Aegon doesn't know what to say. His mother sighs softly, but then confidently executes her dance steps with a quick turn. When Aegon can look at her again, she smiles again. "I am glad that Helaena has you as her husband."

Everything in him wants to scream that she is mistaken. Helaena cannot be happy that he is her husband. But Alicent keeps talking.

"I know that you will protect her. You will be good to her. Because you are my little boy and she my little girl." she sobs and can't manage to keep her smile up. "I'm so sorry."

Aegon is glad that the dance is over at this moment because he feels frozen. His throat is dry, but he knows he has to say something. He wants to say something, but he doesn't know what. His head is empty. And after a blink of an eye, his mother put on her perfect smile again and wearing it like a mask. She takes a step back, and as her hand slips out of his, he feels as if she is slipping away from him. I will not fail you. He wants to say it, but it's too late. Alicent smiles and curtsies, then turns around and walks back to her place next to the king. Viserys claps his hands, and immediately everyone turns to him. Aegon is glad about his father for the first time in his life because he still cannot move.

"It's time. We have decided that there will be no bedding ceremony, so we will now bid farewell to the newlyweds here." Viserys hadn't decided anything at all, it was all his mother. She would probably have burned down the Red Keep before she would have allowed strange men to lift Helaena and tear her clothes off her body. Aegon is glad about that. The attention of the people turns to him, Aegon looks around and is relieved that Helaena is already approaching him. He reaches out his hand and she grabs it. This time her hand doesn't tremble, she stands so close to him that he can feel her body heat. The king stands up unsteadily and reaches for his cup. "Let's drink to the prince and the princess. For health and a good and fruitful marriage." The bystanders also raise their cups. "To the prince and the princess." Helaena and Aegon can only stand there and receive the false blessing. No one cares about them. Aegon can hardly stand it any longer and leads Helaena out of the hall.

Aemond, Ser Criston, and two other Kingsguards follow them to his cambers. He closes the door to his chambers behind Helaena and hin and leans his forehead against the wooden door. He takes a few deep breaths.

Aegon knows that Aemond will now withdraw, just like the Kingsguards. Ser Criston would stand by the door. Aegon's skin crawls at the thought that Criston's task tonight goes beyond just keeping watch. Aegon is not sure if Helaena knows that they are being listened to. He doesn't want to tell her. He is not even sure if he is capable of fulfilling his duty.

Despite it he turns to Helaena. She had taken off her hair ornament from which the veil was hanging and placing it on the table. Her gaze wanders to her things that are already here. Skeptically, she furrows her brows as her fingertips glide over the fabric of the veil.

"Nothing has gone broken." says Aegon. That must surely worry her right? He wishes he could read her thoughts. Are they as confused as her words?

"Tomorrow they will bring the rest of my things," says Helaena, turning her head to look at him. "I'm sorry that you have to share your chambers with me now."

Aegon shrugs his shoulders. It had been a decision, his decision. It doesn't bother him. It is not foreign to him to sleep next to Helaena in a bed. Countless nights, the siblings had crawled into each other's beds. On particularly terrible nights, Aegon had even bring it over him to show up at his mother's doorstep. She never rejected him when he stood before her with tear-streaked cheeks, reeking of wine. She would alway pull him into his arms. No one talked about these nights. It is a silent agreement between Alicent and her children. Aegon imagines that it can be nice to never have to sleep alone again.

"I like having you with me," he says, wanting Helaena to not feel guilty for moving into his chambers.

The two of them are standing indecisively in the room. Aegon would prefer to run away. Instead, he goes to the table and reaches for a cup. "Wine?"

"Mother took your wine with her." Aegon goes to one of the dressers and takes out a carafe with Helaena's favorite wine to pour it into the cup.

"If there's one thing that's for sure it's that I always have some wine hidden somewhere." as he hands her the cup, she smiles gratefully. Helaena takes a big sip while Aegon pours himself a drink. He notices that his hands are not trembling. Only after he has drowned his cup does he dare to say what has been swirling in his mind all evening.

"The dress is beautiful." he takes a deep breath. "You look beautiful."

Helaenas eyes widen in surprise and blood rushes to her cheeks, Helaena begins to play with the fabric of her dress. Now in the candlelight, it shimmers more gold, and Aegon has to swallow at the sight.

"Thank you," she whispers.

Is she insecure? Did he unsettle her? Words form on his tongue, but he swallows them down. He stares at Helaena, he knows he should look away but he can't. Forget it. That's just Helaena. His Helaena? He has known her her whole life. She is now his wife. She is now his Helaena. Or maybe she has always been his? Always been a part of him?

"Is it okay if I say that kind of things?" he feels dumb and insecure. A smile appears on Helaena's face. Aegon is sure that it is real.

"Yes, it's okay. I just didn't expect it. You've never said that you think I'm beautiful."

Aegon takes a deep breath. He chooses absolute honesty, only then does he feel like he is not failing. He has always tried to be better than he is. Now he has to be better than he is. For Helaena. He has no other choice.

"I have never thought it. I forbade myself to see you this way years ago. But today I couldn't help it," he explains. Helaena nods and then takes a sip from her cup before pushing it aside.

"I chose the color of the fabric myself, and then Mother had your festive outfit coordinated with it. It was nice to be able to make a decision." Aegon furrows his brows, trying to find the deeper meaning in her words. Is there even one?

"Can you help me take it off?" It's a bit heavy. Or should I call the maids?"

"No, I can help you," he says quickly. When the doors to these chambers are opened once more, he knows that he cannot hold himself back and would run.

Helaena turns around and Aegon begins to untie the laces of the dress at her back. To his surprise, Helaena starts giggling after a moment.

"What is funny?"

"I was just thinking that you've probably done that a few times already." again, she giggles. She doesn't seem to be angry at all that he has already been with other women. Aegon's lips also curl into a smile.

"Yes. I've done this a few times," he admits as he carefully pulls the fabric over the loose strings, causing the dress to slip from Helaena's shoulders. His breath catches for a moment before he forces himself to take a step back. Helaena pulls the dress off her body, the fabric pooling around her feet, and she steps forward out of her shoes and the dress. Aegon suppresses the need to take a step back again.

Under ber dress, Helaena is wearing a silk nightgown. Aegon can't help but stare at her.

"We can talk around it for half the evening now, but you know what still needs to happen for me to truly be your wife."

Aegon flinches slightly at her words. She is clearly braver than he is. He starts fiddling with his hands again.

"You are right," he says softly.

"I don't know what to do." Helaena says, fiddling with the white fabric of her nightgown.

They dressed her up for him, and that's wicked, and it drives him crazy that it works. He forces himself to turn his gaze away from the almost transparent fabric and the curves beneath it.

Aegon thinks about the whores he takes. Always fast and hard, he never looks them in the eyes, they always have bruises when he is done. He looks at Helaena's pale skin, and when he imagines that it is also stained with bruises, he wants to crawl out of his own skin.

"I don't know either." Silence spreads before Helaena hesitantly begins to speak. "But you already have done…I mean, I often hear about your visits to the brothel."

Aegon laughs joylessly. "Yes," he answers to her unasked question.

He doesn't even need to ask if Helaena is a maiden. Not only did she grew up  under the watchful eyes of her mother as a princess in the Reed Keep, but she is Helaena, the girl who sometimes can hardly bear it when her mother holds her hand. Helaena in a passionate embrace with a man? Aegon can't even imagine it. And in the next moment, he realizes that he has to do the unimaginable today.

"So you know what we have to do?" her cheeks are flushing and stand in contrast to the radiant white of her nightgown. On top of that, the way she looks at him with her big eyes paints the perfect picture of innocence.

Aegon knows that he will be send into the deepest of the Seven Hells because he cannot suppress the burning desire that this sight awakens in him. He wants to take away her innocence. He is a wicked man.

"What happened in Silk Street and in the brothels are things that you don´t do to your wife."

"Oh."

He glances at her briefly, and this time he is sure that she is insecure. He doesn't want her to feel that way. It is now his task to take that  from her. He will not fail. Aegon briefly closes his eyes to sort his thoughts before he speaks.

"There are two ways we can do this. We can see this whole thing as an obligation. We handle it like a task or we try to find passion and pleasure in it. "

"Pleasure? How?"

Aegon must pull himself together so that his thoughts don't drift off to all the ways that could worship her body. Instead he takes a step closer to her. Aegon hesitates for a moment, then places a hand on her cheek. She does not flinch at his touch.

"I can't explain it. I want to show it to you. May I kiss you?"

Helaena nods slightly, and Aegon leans in further and places his lips on hers. The kiss is only brief, like a test. Aegon doesn't know what he had expected, but not that a pleasant warmth would spread within him. And also not that Helaena follows him when he wants to withdraw. He stops and her lips are already on his again.

This kiss is more passionate than he had expected, and Aegon feels a shiver run through him as she parts her lips for him, allowing his tongue to glide over hers. Breathless, Helaena pulls away from him. She rests her forehead against his, Aegon's thumb caress over her neck.

"Did I do it right?" she asks softly. Aegon feels that the only appropriate reaction would be to sink to his knees and pray to her. Instead, he curses quietly before he answers.

"That was perfect. You are perfect."

He strokes her cheeks and kisses her briefly once more. Helena's hands wander over his clothed chest.

"Can you take that off?" she asks, a slight blush already shimmering over her cheeks. Aegon feels the need to relieve some tension from the situation.

"Should the answer to this question ever be no, please take a dagger and stab me," she giggles softly like he had hope. Aegon begins to unbutton his shirt, but Helaena places her hands on his. They are a little warmer than before.

"May I?"

Aegon nods at her question, and Helaena opens his shirt. Her fingers gently glide over the exposed skin, and a shiver runs through Aegon's body. It tickles slightly, and Aegon can't remember the last time someone touched him so tenderly. Gently Helaena strokes his upper body, and Aegon places his hands on her hips. She stops a his chest for a moment they simply stand there breathing in each other's scent. Aego feels calm like he hasn't felt in weeks or was it months?

"Can you let your hair down for me?" Aegon asks into the silence.

Helaena smiles and nods. Then she takes a step back and starts pulling hairpins out of her hairstyle. Aegon's hands lose contact with her hips, and he has to suppress a sigh. While Helaena undoes her braids, she walks back to the table and places her hair clips on it. Aegon pushes his shirt off his shoulders. He runs both hands over his face and takes a deep breath once more. Then he looks over at Helaena. She had already undone almost all of her braids, and her blonde hair was falling over her back. Aegon slowly approaches her. When she undoes the last braid, he places his hands back on her hips and gently pulls her closer to him. She leans into his touch. Aegon stands behind her and gently brushes her blonde hair from her neck and over her shoulder with one hand. Slowly, he leans down and kisses her neck.

Helaena gasps for air, goosebumps rise on her neck.

Aegon is very aware of these two facts, and they send a hot desire racing up his spine. His lips wander up her neck to her earlobe. "I'm not good enough for you," Aegon whispers in her ear. "I am a sick man."

She responds in a heartbeat. "Then I am also a sick woman." Helaene's voice trembles. Aegon needs a moment to understand what she has said. She wants him, desires him. Presumably not in the same twisted way, but in her own way, she desires him. She turns to him, letting her hands wander over his bare arms and shoulders until they rest on his neck.

There is no trace of hesitancy as she speaks. "I want to choose option two. I want to try it with passion and pleasure."

Aegon can no longer resist her. His lips crash onto hers. Helaena presses herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Aegon turns them both around, his lips wandering over her cheeks to her neck. He lightly sucks on the pale skin, and Helaeana lets out a moan.

In this moment, Aegon vows to himself that he will find every spot on her body that makes her make those sounds again. He needs all his willpower to tear himself away from her one last time.

"Helaena you look like a goddess in that nightgown but you have to take it off, otherwise I will have to tear it."

Once again Aegon is relieved that she is giggling. Helaena takes half a step back and reaches for the hem of her nightgown to pull it over her head. The fabric carelessly lands on the floor. Aegon doesn't even try to stop himself from letting his gaze wander over her naked body. Of course, she is perfect for him in every way. Hot disire washs over him, like he never experience before.

"Perfect. You are perfect. Beautiful." he says before even a trace of uncertainty can appear in her. Helaena smiles. Aegon glides her to the side of his bed. As she stands before him, his arms slide to her knee pit, and with a smooth motion, he lifts her onto the bed. Helaena shifts and adjusts a bit on the soft sheets.

This morning, Aegon had observed how the maids had changed the bed sheets with fresh white sheets. Sheets just for this one night. Aegon quickly pushes the thought away. He wants to concentrate on the beautiful, naked woman in his bed now.

He follows Helaena onto the bed. His lips find hers again as he bends over her. Helaena's hands caress his shoulders and Aegon gets goosebumps.

Some of his blood has long since wander down from his brain and he feels his hardness pressing against his pants. The kiss becomes more intense and he lets a little more of his weight sink onto her. Helaena leans towards him and wraps her legs around his waist. The sudden contact makes Aegon moan softly. Helaena rubs herself against him and moans softly into the kiss. Her hands clench and he feels her nails lightly scratching the skin on his shoulders. Aegon suppresses a curse and a groan.

"Are you okay?" he asks. He has to make sure one last time that he is not completely misinterpreting this whole situation. He has to make sure that he is not failing her.

"Yes, I am fine. That feels good." Helaena answers him quietly.

"Yes." he groans. "But you have to stop." She stops moving immediately and takes her legs off him, afraid of doing something wrong, but Aegon continues. "Otherwise I'll come in my pants like a twelve-year-old."

"Is that a bad thing?" she asks innocently and strokes the hair on his neck.

"Well, that would be very embarrassing for me." he grins at her neck and moves a little lower to her breasts. Gently he presses her hips down with one hand to prevent her from unconsciously rub against him again. It turns him on so much that he would probably actually come in his pants. Aegon kisses her breast while his other hand gently strokes the other's nipple. Helaena lays her head back on the pillow and bends towards his hand. Her breathing is rapid and Aegon has never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He would like to sink his teeth into the pale skin under his lips. He wants to mark her as his, but he suppresses this urge. She is innocent. Don't drag her into your abyss. At least try to keep her away from that abyss for as long as possible.

Instead he pushes his hand along her hips a little further towards her middle. Would she let him touch her there? His hand wanders a little lower and then he notices how Helaena spreads her legs further for him. She makes room for him and Aegon lets his hand wander the last bit. When he notices how wet she is, he groans. The next moment he lets go of her breasts and instead bends up to kiss her lips. Helaena gasps at his sudden movement. Aegon wipes his finger on the bedsheet and puts his other hand on Helaena's cheek. She looks at him curiously he also recognizes lust in her eyes.

"I want you to relax. Is that possible?"

"Yes." Helaena leans back slightly into the pillows her hands sliding from his shoulders and resting on the soft bed linens beside her body.

"Good." says Aegon and kisses her lips once more. "You have to tell me if something doesn't please you or doesn't feel right." he kisses her cheeks and plays with one of her strands of hair. "And you have to tell me when you like something and it feels good." he kisses her other cheek, and Helaena giggles softly again. "Can you promise me that?"

"I promise it."

"Good Girl." his voice is a bit rough, and Helaena whimpers beneath him. Aegon's lips wander again over her neck, his hands gently glide over her body. He takes his time. He caresses the soft skin of her perfect hips, letting his lips and tongue wander over her nipples and kissing down her belly. He enjoys the feeling of her writhing beneath him, the soft whimpering and moaning searing into his brain, and Aegon already knows that he will become rock hard just from the memory. He shifts his weight back and sits back. Helaena's breath comes heavily, and she looks at him with half-closed pleasure-drenched eyes. Aegon lets his gaze wander over her perfect body. They say Targaryen are closer to gods than humans and as she lies naked in front of him, Aegon believes it. He looks forward to all the future nights he will spend exploring every inch of her body. Then he makes himself comfortable between her legs. He places her slender leg over his shoulder and begins to kiss her thigh. Helaena gasps slightly in shock, but then reaches out to him and his touches. Aegon kisses her thigh downwards with practiced ease. If Aegon learned anything during his years in Flea Bottom and Silk Street than how to satisfy a woman. Her wetness glistens slightly in the candlelight, and Aegon can hardly wait to taste her. The desire surprises him but he allows it. Enjoys it even so he let himself dive into his lust.

Just before he finally reaches her center with his lips Helaena flinches slightly and sits up a bit in bed. Aegon lets her withdraw and loosens his grip around her legs slightly as he looks up at her.

"Is that appropriate?" Helaean asks, and Aegon could die right here and now because he has seen all the beauty of this world. He lightly kisses the inner side of her thigh and lets his fingers glide over her bare skin.

"Yes" he replies then. "That is even necessary so that you have as little pain as possible."

"The pain is going to be bad, isn't it?"

"I don't know." he says honestly. He had never cared about the woman pain. Now nothing is more important to him than Helaena's well-being. "But I am as careful as I can be. Hurting you is the last thing I want."

"Okay. I trust you, Aegon." she lies back down on the pillow and stretches out toward him again. Aegon thanks the gods for Helaena before he kisses down her thigh again and finally he can close his lips over her center. Helaena gasps and Aegon pulls back slightly to give her a moment to adjust to the new feeling. Her wet middle is right in front of him and he has to hold himself back from diving into her as if she is his last meal. Aegon can hardly wait to slide his cock between her wet folds. At the thought his cock twitches in his pants. Aegon closes his eyes for a moment. He needs to pull himself together. He can´t fail now. Not with Helaena.

He leans forward again and as his tongue glides gently through her folds. He can't suppress a moan. She tastes better than anything that has ever touched his lips. She flinches slightly, but Aegon gently holds her at her thighs. He dives into her, licking carefully upwards to her clitoris. He carefully sucks on it and is rewarded with a moan from Helaena. Aegon needs all his willpower not to completely dive in. Pull yourself together! You can´t overwhelm her.

So Aegon takes his time, his tongue explores her folds, leaving no spot untouched. He lets his tongue glide over her center and her pearl, alternating the rhythm and intensity. He remembers exactly which spot, which movement elicits a whimper or moan from Helaena. She writhes beneath him, stretching out towards him.

"Aegon." his name slips from her lips as her hand buries itself in his blonde hair. It's over, all restraint is breaking down. He dives deep in. His tongue glides into her, curling inside her. Once again, she moans his name. Aegon feels her moisture running down his chin, soaking him. He licks up every single drop. She twitches, her legs begin to tremble, and her hands claw into the sheet beneath her.

"Aegon stop."

Immediately he withdraws although everything in him screams to continue. Worry floods through him. Was it too much? Did he fail? He looks up at her.

"Are you in pain?"

"No. It felt good. But there was such a tension in me, a knot. Is that normal?"

Aegon has to bite his lips to avoid cursing or groaning. His cock twitches at the thought that Helanena ruined her first orgasm because of her innocence. It shouldn't turn him on that much. He is wicked.

"Yes, that is normal. Let it happen. It will feel good." he leans forward again and sucks on her pearl. "Let yourself fall."

She relaxes again, trusts him completely with her body. Helaena lets out a sigh as Aegon glides his tongue between her folds once more, Her legs tremble again. She writhes beneath him, but Aegon only quickens his tongue's strokes. Helaena moans loudly, Aegon notices how she pulsates around his tongue and starts to twitch. And then she comes onto his tongue. Her whole body shakes as she leans toward him once more before collapsing with a groan. He carefully licks up her cum wanting to taste every drop. Only when she stops twitching and pulsating he lets go from her.

Trembling and breathing heavily she looks at him with wide eyes. He kisses the inside of her thighs, caresses her belly, her hips. Under his fingertips, she gets goosebumps. His cock pulses almost painfully against his pants.

"Are you good?"

She nods vigorously. "Yes. I´m good. It was... I have no idea what that was. I let myself fall." she sighs and lets her head fall back into the soft pillows. Her loose hair forms a crown around her head. Once again Aegon can't help but think that she looks like a goddess. How could he have been so blind all this time? "Is it always like this? I mean, if we share the bed, will it always feel this good?" she asks while stroking his neck and running her fingers through his hair.

Aegon doesn't even try to suppress a moan at her touch. He lets his lips wander over the soft skin again. He can't get enough. She leans towards him again, relaxing right beneath him. He breaks free to answer her.

"I will do my best to make you always feel like this." he says secretly vowing to himself that he will never come with his cock near her before the bed sheets are stained with her wetness and she has moaned his name at least once in a moment of passionate climax. His hand caresses her waist, she doesn't flinch. "Are you ready?" he asks before kissing her slender belly.

"For the consummation? Yes!"

He laughs softly. He would have never dared to dream that she is so eager to be dishonored by him.

"Not yet." he carefully slides a finger into her. Helaena gasps for air, but she doesn't pull away. "How does this feel?"

"It feels strange. But not bad. Unfamiliar."

He nods, pushing his finger a little deeper into her tightness, up to the second knuckle. He carefully curled his finger. Helaena stretches towards him she doesn´t even trying to suppress her whimpers and moans. Her wetness runs over his hands, he carefully adds a second finger. She is so damn tight that for a brief moment he doubts if she can take him. He moves his fingers slowly and then slightly spread them, trying to prepare her. His thumb caresses over her clitoris. Helaena cries out in pleasure and begins to move with him. Aegon stops his movement for a moment, but Helaena simply starts to pleasure herself on his fingers. He can't take his eyes off this sight. He has never seen anything so hot. He notices how she pulses around his fingers, her hips moving faster. Aegon can't wait any longer. It must be enough. He has to have her now. Aegon carefully pulls his fingers out of her. She lets out a disappointed whimper. He sits up, letting his gaze wander over her body once more. His eyes stop on her breasts with the erect nipples. He bends forward to close his lips around it. His cock is throbbing painfully again and craving his attention. Aegon thoughts start racing, he definitely doesn't want to hurt her and is afraid that he is too big for her.

"Let's switch places. You can sit on me, then you can have the control," Aegon suggests. Helaena briefly furrows her brows as she thinks, then her cheeks turn red and she shakes her head.

"What if I do something wrong?"

"You can't do anything wrong," he explains to her, stroking her cheek. She leans into his touch, close her eyes for a moment. Aegon yields to the need, leans forward and kisses her forehead.

"I am unsure," says Helaena. "Is there another way?"

"Oh sweet Helaena," he sighs kisses her cheek. Thenhe wanders with his lips to her neck and then up to her earlobe. He bites carefully, and Helaena lets out a soft moan. Her eyes stay closed as she tilts her head to the side to give him more space. "There are thousands ways and if you allow it, I will show you each and every one." She giggles softly. When he sucks on her neck, she moans.

"Yes please," she says. Aegon thinks for a second that he's going to comes like a twelve-year-old. He releases her neck braces himself on his arms to avoid putting all his weight on her, and looks at her. Her eyes are drenched in desire, a few dops of sweat have gathered on her forehead. His gaze lingers on the red hickey on her neck. It is clearly marked on her porcelain skin. He has marked her as his own. Aegon takes a deep breath and kisses her briefly on the lips. He climbs out of bed and starts to unbutton his pants. Helaena watches him. As he pulls down his pants and his member springs free, her eyes widen slightly. He is hard and pre-cum is leaking from the tip. Helaena looks like a shocked deer. Aegon knows that he is not small, above average and for the first time in his life, he wishes it weren't like this. Everything in him resists causing her pain. He comes back to bed positioning himself between her legs which she opens for him. He kisses her, and Helaena returns the kiss, their tongues playing around each other. Her hands caress his neck, running up and down his back and over his shoulders. Everywhere she touches him he gets goosebumps and his skin tingles. Aegon lets his hands wander over her breasts, his lips move over her neck, continuing down to her collarbone and then to her breasts. He sucks on her nipple while his fingers caress the other one. She gasps and stretches out towards him again, her hips twitching and her waist rubbing against his shaft. Aegon groans at her breasts. He extends his hardness into her moisture. Helaena crys and he captures her lips in a kiss. Aegon shifts his weight slightly and pushes his tip between her folds. Helaena takes a sharp breath. Aegon needs every shred of self-control not to mercilessly hammer into her. Hot desire races up his spine, he feels how his cock twitches inside her. He has to breathe deeply to avoid coming right away. His hand grips her hip, he gently presses her into the sheets to keep her still. If she twitched upwards now, he wouldn't be able to hold back. He needs it to ground himself. Slowly, he pushes himself forward. She whimpers beneath him, slightly grimacing in pain. Aegon stops in his movement.

"Should we stop?"

"No!" she claws at his shoulders, the slight pain as her nails dig into his skin makes him moan softly. "Please don't. I want the Aegon." she leans up to him and kisses him. This time it is her tongue that glides into his mouth and plays with his.

He continues to sink into her his tip gliding inside her, she is so damn tight. Aegon noticed how her wetness ran down his cock. He feels a resistance and stops. He slowly pulls out again. He caresses her body, kisses her soft skin, and then slowly thrusts in again. This time she manages to take him a little further before he pulls back again. Inch by inch he slides inside her.

Helaena tenses up a bit while Aegon tries to distract her with kisses, kissing her neck and allowing himself to nibble on her skin. Careful not to leave any bite marks. With his next thrust, Helaena bites her lip to keep from screaming as he fully enters her for the first time. Aegon's whole body is tense as his cock is enveloped by her warm tightness. He trembles but tries to stay as still as possible while she gets used to him. Helaena takes a deep breath. Then she places her hand on Aegon's cheek strokes it and smiles.

"I'm doing well," she says even though tears are welling up in her eyes. Aegon can't help but kiss her. It is a soft, innocent kiss. But only for a few moments. Helaena wraps her arms around his neck, pulls him closer, and then pushes her hips forward as a sign that she is ready. Aegon moans at her lips. He completely withdraws only to then glide fully between her folds again.

What has he done to deserve something so good? He is a broken man. A sick man. But as he sinks into the wet warmth between her legs, he is sure that the gods have forgiven all his sins and rewarding him with heaven.

He maintains a slow rhythm, even though everything in him screams to selfishly take her and spill his seed deep inside her. Helaena moves her hips with his, her breath quickens, her kisses become sloppy. Aegon reaches for her hand, intertwining their fingers. With the next thrust, Helaena moans again and wraps her legs around his hips. So she pushes him further inside her and Aegon curses against her lips. He won't last long.

Aegons hand wanders between her bodies and he begins to gently rub her pearl with the flat of his hand while continuing to thrust into her. She moves with him, fitting him like a glove. Aegon feels as if they fit together perfectly. Sweat drips from his forehead. He notices how she trembles again, her walls pulsating around him as she moans. His name falls from her lips. Aegon quickens his movements around her clit, and then she comes. As she pulls him in and starts clenching abround him, she drags him over the cliff with her. Aegon moans her name like a prayer as he comes, painting her walls white as he spills into her. He moves his hips carefully, riding out their orgasms before collapsing on top of her. He tries to keep his weight off her, but she wraps herself around him and pulls him closer. Helaena starts to scratch his neck. Aegon buries his face in the curve of her neck and takes a deep breath of her scent while trying to calm his pulse. He notices how Helaena is still pulsating around him. He gently pushes his hip a little forward. Helaena inhales sharply before she lets out a groan. A moan escapes his lips as he gently thrusts one last time, and then they both sink into each other, completely overstimulated. For a few heartbeats they remain like that. Helaena tucks a blonde strand of hair behind his ears. Aegon leans into her touch.

"You did not fail me," she whispers in his ear. Aegon notices how tears gather in his eyes. He quickly closes his eyes to prevent himself from crying. He breathes in the scent of Helaena's hair deeply and swallows his tears. For a brief moment, he still enjoys the feeling of her scratching his neck. Then Aegon carefully pulls himself out of her and rolls from her.

He doesn't know what to say. Should he say anything at all? Or would he say exactly the wrong thing now? Aegon remains silent and simply pulls Helaena into his arms instead. He kisses her lips and then her forehead. She wraps her arms around him and snuggles up to him. Gently, her fingertips glide over his shoulders. Aegon closes his eyes and pulls her closer to him at her waist.

Helaena takes a deep breath, turns slightly in his arm to look at him.

"The way you have give me pleasure." she starts. "How can I do that for you?" Aegon laughs softly and kisses her forehead. "Oh sweet wife. First of all it gives me the greatest satisfaction to see you come, and secondly, we still have enough time for that." Helaena smiles and nods. She snuggles back into his arms. Of course, her head fits perfectly in the crook of his shoulder.

"Okay sweet Husband."

It's the first time she calls him that and it makes Aegon's heart race for a brief moment. Maybe he wouldn't drag her into his abyss. Maybe she would pull him a little away from his darkness.

[queen-of-hellfire666]

Nightmares [Joel Miller X Female Reader]

Warnings: scary topics, fluff, angst, comfort, nightmares Summary: you have not been able to sleep due to nightmares, Joel takes a notice and tries to help you.

"You okay?" Joel asked, grabbing your shoulder. "Honestly?" Your eyes are glossed over, stressed to the brim. Joel took one look into those bloodshot, dark eyes of yours and nodded. "I'm stressed. I- I'm having these dreams every night and-" your breath hitches as you look down. Joel watches you, eyes softening. "I just want them to stop, I have tried everything. Teas, pills, warm baths, stupid books, lewd thoughts-"

Joel took a moment. "What are these dreams about?" he asks softly, sitting down next to you on your front porch. "Being torn apart, ellie getting killed by raiders.. You- losing you to clickers." Joel nodded, listening closely. "I don't know what to do." your voice was broken. Joel experienced these a while back but with Sarah. He would dream of her death, being eaten alive by his own daughter or monsters. He felt this same pain.

"I used to drink whiskey until I passed out." he recalled. "I don't recommend it but.." his voice trailed off. "No, I cannot take booze." you smiled softly. He made you smile, it made him feel good. "uh I read having a companion in bed helps? like sleeping next to someone." Joel offered up. "Who would just sleep next to me and even try it?" Your eyes wandered.

"If you need it I can." Joel put a firm hand on your back. "c'mon, lets try it darling." he reassured, helping you up. "its really late and plus I don't wanna bother you-" your voice wavered. "Look I'm old, I don't wanna walk home." he chuckled half heartedly.

Upstairs was a whole new ballgame. Joel Miller didn't expect your room to look the way it did. Memories everywhere. He got himself comfy, laying down and waiting for you. "Nice outfit." he teased at you wearing HIS shirt and panties.. that's it. He had to remind himself, wholesome thoughts. "shutup old man." you teased right back.

Settling into his arms felt right, its like his arms were meant to be folded around you, your head on his chest. Its like it was suppose to be this way, this was suppose to happen. 'Joel.. is this okay?" you asked innocently. "Yeah, that's fine darlin' " Joel was warm and smelt like cedar in the forest. He always had a good smell.. even when he was soaked with sweat or blood.

Joel was fast asleep in a matter of seconds. His breathing comforted you. Joel was a snoring machine but it didn't bother you. after what felt like hours you finally fell asleep.

your eyes opened to the middle of a field.. Standing infront of you was a turned Joel.. Your eyes darted for a way out, for this to be fake. Joel runs toward you. "NO!!" you scream and run, running faster than ever into the woods. You dodge him through tree's before tripping over yourself. Joel was on you, growling, eyes white and face fleshy. "please no!!" you tried to fight and push, nothing. Joel was slowly killing you, eating your skin off the bones..

You shot up out of bed, crying and screaming. "Baby girl!!" Joel yelled, holding you. "Hey.. its okay.. its okay shhh.. what happened?" he rubbed your arm. "Y-You-" your breathing was still heavy. "Hey.. Its alright, I'm right here ain't I? Your not dead or dying." its almost like he read your mind.

"I_Im sorry." he pulled you into a hug, letting you sob. Your sobs wracked through your body. Joel had to fix this. He secretly loved you and this just broke his heart. "Hey.." he cupped your face, pushing all the wet hair from your eyes and face. "Let me get you something to drink-" you shook your head violently. "okay, then let me hold you." he pulled you back down, laying with you basically on top of him. You buried your head into his neck.

"I'll always protect you.. I promise." he whispered gently, his hands running soothing circles into your back. "Please don't leave.. Joel I-I love you." your words caused him to freeze. "I love you baby girl." He whispered back. He needed you to say it tomorrow to confirm it. Your hands gripped him tight, clinging for dear life. "Shh.. close your eyes. I'm here. I promise." He waits for you to go to sleep first. Seeing you rest peacefully.

The next few nights were better, Joel was able to soothe you while you were asleep and even stop the dreams. Finally they were gone but you didn't want Joel to leave your bed and neither did he?

part 2?

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

"Oh darling, you're looking quite the fright this morning."

The look Gale gave him could charitably be described as displeased. They'd arrived at Last Light Inn late last night after a hard battle in the shadow cursed lands. All of them had found beds and collapsed into them still covered in blood and viscera, their wounds healed just enough by an exhausted Shadowheart.

Except for Astarion, who had come through unscathed. He'd tranced for a few hours then rose to bathe and brush his hair, using touch to determine how the curls were sitting. So he was radiant and beautiful when Gale opened eyes crusted with sleep. His long hair was a rats nest on his head and he had a black eye from getting hit by a rock during the battle.

Astarion smiled sweetly and fluttered his long lashes, "What's that look for?"

Gale grimaced and painfully turned so his back was to Astarion, pointedly ignoring him. He was still in his dirty robes, he saw several tears that needed mending. Astarion grabbed his brush and moved to kneel on the floor by Gale's bed.

"Is this anyway to treat the man who saved your life last night?" Astarion asked, his touch gentle as he worked his fingers through Gale's tangled hair, getting out the worst knots before he started to brush it properly.

"If I recall," Gale said, in a tone that implied he recalled in perfect detail, "it was I who saved you from a rather nasty lightning spell."

"Oh, was that you?" he asked ever so innocently. Astarion pulled Gale's hair out from under him so he could brush every inch of it, fingers following the brush. Gale needed a bath, his hair was greasy and it had some dried blood in it. Astarion felt his still heart twist in a way he didn't care for.

"What are you doing?" asked Gale, a hint of hesitance sneaking into his voice. He turned his head to look at Astarion from over his shoulder. He had such beautiful brown eyes, so gentle and trusting. Astarion fought between wanting to use him and wanting to protect him.

"What does it look like? I can't stand seeing your hair like this," Astarion said, pressing his finger against Gale's cheek so he would turn his head back around. "You look terrible. I don't like to look at terrible things."

"And yet you chose to share a room with me," Gale observed.

"Mere coincidence, darling," Astarion said airily. He gathered Gale's hair between his fingers, feeling how smooth the strands were now. Once Gale washed they'd be full and fluffy, no doubt silky soft to the touch. "You should let me braid your hair back, keep it from getting like this when we set out again."

"...very well," Gale said quietly. His tone was inscrutable. Perhaps a little sad. Maybe a little hopeful?

Astarion let his touch linger in a way he didn't with anyone else. He wanted to touch Gale, he felt safe doing so. Felt safe sharing a room with him, flirting with him, teasing him. Gale would never hurt him.

Such a pity Astarion knew he couldn't promise the same in return.

He reluctantly pulled his hand away and stood up, clearing his throat. "Well don't stay in bed all day, darling. I can hear the others rising and you know Tav will leave you behind if you're not ready when she is." He blew Gale a playful kiss and left the room before he could say something stupid.

Something true.

[bo0neey]

Smile! You're on TV

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Pairing: Katniss x Reader, slight Effie x Reader

Fandom: The Hunger Games.

Synopsis: Congratulations! Your survived the Hunger games. As a Victor it's your job to secure the lives of your Tributes. But don't be disheartened by reputation, statistically district 12 has the same odds as every other district. Better yet, your Tribute this year actually looks promising. !Warning. Growing attached is for audiences only!

Type: Multi-Chapter

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Chapter 1

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"So. Y/n."

My sight is blinded. Bright lights strike me down, but it's not unusual, not unexpected by any means. Rather, I'd grown used to the spotlight. It gave me a strange sense of comfort because while I was under the scrutiny of many, I was also safe from the hands of others. Despite the brightness, I can still make out the blue haired man infront of me.

"Last years tributes barely lasted the blood bath."

Of course I'd have to be reminded of those lifeless faces; innocent eyes I'd never meet again with small voices only present in memories. They were so young. Always so young and will forever be young. 13 and 14 last year. 12 and 17 the year before. I remember all of them. Every single child I meet every single year. Even when the cameras stop rolling and the public forget, those stolen lives will weigh on my heart every day.

"With this years reaping just arround the corner, how are you feeling about your odds?"

I mentally curse Haymitch for not being here with me. He always got to miss public pleasing. I sat alone on the large velvet seating. I was the only Victor from 12 that they wanted on the show. I hated it. All of it. They call me a Victor but I've never felt like one.

"Well Caesar, twelves certainly not known for their performance but I'm feeling confident this year. I really think this seventy-fourth year might be ours." With years of practice, I site some generic response and put on my famous smile. Like every time before I twke the cheers as my que to turn and wave to the void of cameras and silhouettes.

"I hear this year marks your tenth anniversary! Let's take a trip down memory lane."

They begin rolling clips from my time in the arena. They span right from the first night up until I was shipped back to the capitol. While I couldn't bare to watch those faces again, every voice took me back to that dreaded fortnight. I only won because the Capitol showered me in donations. It should've been the boy from 4. Or even 6. While in the begining I was glad. I've grown to resent them. I've begun to envy them even. I wouldnt wish this life on anyone.

'Play the game and you'll be rewarded.' Thats what haymitch slurred the first night on the train. He was right, as usual. He's a smart man when he's not drowning in his own vomit although i do sometimes worry he's rotting that brain away.

"Amazing isn't she!" Caesar yells into the crowd. A mix of cheers and sobs come from the faceless mass.

"And while were all feeling nostalgic, let's rewatch the reaping shall we?"

It was sick. Hearing the response from the crowd and the glee in Caesars voice. I turn my attention to the screen and feel my eyes prick. I see a young girl gleefully skip onto the stage. Shes utterly clueless of the horrors waiting for her. Shes helpless to stop the world waiting for her. I want to scream, I want to scoop her up and protect her. I want to rip that stupid dress off her and wipe the makeup off.

But I also know how much she wanted it. I know how long she spent applying old colours to her face and how excited she was when her mother gifted her the dress for her first reaping. I know how much she wqnted to be a pretty girl on the screen. It would be cruel to take that away from her. She stands on the stage with such pride and cheerfulness, its no wonder the Capitol fell for her.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

I quickly blink my eyes. Ah, yes. This years reaping.

I scan my heavy eyes over the quiet crowd to see this Primrose only noone moves. Its deathly silent. Slowly a young girl begins to step forwards. I feel my heart drop. She's so small. So young. So scared. I want nothing more then to hug the poor girl. Her death has just been called and the only comfort she'll receive is a large camera pointed at her face.

Another young girl on my conscience, ten years running. I want nothing more to forget. To live in ignorance. But the only way to fight against this sick game is to remember. Keep these children perfectly preserved and alive somewhere. Even if I'll never get to see such lively souls grow into the adults they should.

[nakedcows]

Wonderful, thank you very much. First, I have to confess, that the way you created the dark prince, is simply magnificent. Aemond is beautiful in your performance.

I'll understand, if my request seems not interesting to you.

You and your brother don't have much of an age difference. Literally a year or a year and a half. You are not twins, but you feel that way. At least, judging by, what you've heard about twins... You loved all your brothers and sisters, everyone, in general, but you loved Aemond the most and felt the most of all.

It was normal for the little prince and princess to cry at the same time, being in different parts of the house. If your brother is hurt, then you are hurt the same way. If you're sad, he's sad, too. You don't understand, how it works, and you don't want to understand. You have each other, and that's all you care about. The day the prince had his eye "knocked" out, you begged him not to go. Of course, you wanted him to have a dragon, but you have a terrible feeling. Something bad is going to happen. You tearfully begged him not to do anything, but he didn't listen. As a result, no matter how Aemond drove you away from him, no matter how he drove you out of the room, you did not let him out of your arms, and constantly cried. You bathed him with affectionate words, in all the languages, you knew, you sang compliments to him, in all the languages, you knew, you constantly apologized, that you didn't protect him, you encouraged him. You never left him for a second. At some point, Aemond thought, that one of your eyes was redder, than the other. He must have imagined it... But, what he didn't imagine, was that on the mixture of your tears and his blood, he promised, that even death would not separate you. That one day, he will bind the two of you even more tightly, than you are tied now.

You have always been very close and loved each other very much. Aemond could take a relaxed nap on your lap in the garden, you could, without thinking about anything, cuddle up to his shoulder in the library, listening to him read to you. It has always been so, and your prince swore to you, that it would always be so.

And then, a couple of years later, your parents had a little princess. Well, you thought to yourself, was born and was born, okay, what's it to you. But somehow it so happened, that you and Aemond became a replacement-parents for the baby princess. You both know, what it's like, when no one cares about you, so you tried to protect the girl from this. Well, somehow it so happened, that when the little princess first chirped: - Pa! - Her little hands reached out to her older brother. You already opened your mouth to make a joke on Aemond, but your sister, diligently tried to coo: - Ma... Ma! Ma...Ma! - And now, Aemond started laughing at you. You never taught her that. You always called each other as usual: "Aemond", "Y/n", "my love, my darling", "dear brother, my sweet prince", and so on. And her parents, who are her parents, the little princess stubbornly called by name or by title. In public, it's very embarrassing... But Aemond got used to it surprisingly quickly.

In fact, it even intensified his obsession with you. He is truly blessed. First of all, he has you. His soul, his guardian, his meaning of life. And now, you two have a child, even though your skin only knew his innocent touches and kisses. He hasn't even touched you yet, as he wishes, and you already have a child. Almost immaculate. The child, who gave him a purpose. A couple more years of waiting, and he will bind the two of you forever. And the little princess, he is sure, will be glad to have a brother or sister, or several.

This is already a familiar sight, your sweet brother is dozing by the fireplace, a book, that has fallen out of his beautiful, tenacious fingers, is lying next to him, your baby sister is peacefully snoring on his chest, shamelessly pouring her saliva into Aemond's beautiful shirt. You cover them both with a blanket, and sit down next to the chair, on the floor, looking at what they were reading there so interesting.

A/N: Ahhh I got my first request!!! Thank you so much I'm so delighted you enjoyed my dark Aemond story💜💜💜. I appreciate this sweet request, I'm not used to writing fluff so forgive me if it's a bit rough (had to add a touch of angst i couldn't help myself lol).

word count: 1.8k

From birth Y/n was connected to her older brother Aemond. Though Aemond and Y/n were not born together there was a clear tether between the two that refused to be ignored. Y/n and Aemond shared a cradle during infancy for when the two were separated even in their sleep, they would screech endlessly until they were returned to the comfort of each other's company.

While the unexpected dependency of the young prince and princess were merely thought to be acquainted with the strange behavior of babes, their connection bled into childhood. As a small child Aemond was not one to cry, not when scraping his skin against stone or bumping his head. However, their mother Alicent quickly took notice that when his sensitive little sister began to weep even at the smallest of dilemmas he would join her cries with the same anguish. Alicent would often be attending to Y/n after she had tripped or Aegon had stolen one her sweets, only to have a nursemaid arrive at her door soon after with Aemond on her hip needing the same comfort. Y/n remained sensitive even as she grew to the age of nine. Though it was dangerous to be sensitive in the Red Keep even at such a young age, Y/n had no fear for when her heart began to ache and her chest began to clench Aemond would valiantly appear with a handkerchief offering his assistance and giving her solace. Were Y/n wore her grievances on her face Aemond was always silent in his sorrows. No one knew when Aegon's slights and the snickering of his nephews at the absence of a dragon of his own cut too deep. None knew of the tears he would stifle in the moment and let loose shed in his chambers. None but his sister. Y/n could feel Amond's distress as he could feel hers and always sought him out to relieve him of the dread that seeped into her soul the same it did his. Eventually the connection between brother and sister came to a head on that dreadful night. That night on Driftmark when Aemond had a dragon to claim for his own. Y/n had awoken from her sleep with a sudden rush of adrenaline. There was a pounding in her chest as she rose from her and Aemond's shared bed to find him on the balcony staring up at the sky as the behemoth Vahgar came to land on the beach with a strident chuff. Y/n rolled off the bed to join him.

"Aemond what are you doing?" she said. Though she was right next to him Aemond could not remove his eyes from Vahgar as he spoke.

"Do you see her. She is just there waiting with no one to guard her... no one to claim her," Aemond began to grin his chest filling with aspiration, but the edges of his enthusiasm began to falter as unease crept into his new found zeal. Aemond turned to his sister to see her eyes filling with panic.

"You cannot Aemond! What of Rhaena?"

"What of her? If she truly had the heart to claim her mother's dragon she would have done so by now,"

"She will not see that. Please, you must do nothing your dragon will come," Tears began to bubble at the corner of Y/n's eyes as unease developed into dread.

"My dragon is already here," Aemond brushed pass Y/n quickly dressing before leaving to claim Vahgar.

Y/n felt the exact moment Aemond's eye was stolen. As she laid restlessly in bed staring up at the canopy. Hoping the anxiety she was sharing with Aemond would encourage him to abandon his conviction and return abed. When a sudden surge of panic coupled with fear unlike she had ever felt before, vaulted her out of bed and rushing her out of the door in a thin robe covering her night dress to find Aemond. Sprinting into the grand hall Y/n found Aemond sitting in a chair facing away from her with his fist clenching and shaking. Their mother was kneeling before him with a measter at her side attending to the left side of his face. Alicent lifted her head when Y/n entered the room giving her a sorrowful smile and informed Aemond of her arrival. She flinched at Aemond's harsh tone demanding that she leave immediately. But she couldn't leave him. Though their mother sat close by Y/n could feel his lonliness. It was a deep set ache that left the both of them feeling empty. Isolated. Discarded. Y/n crept closer to where Aemond sat feeling his body stiffen a layer of shame added to their bond when she grabbed his hand and came to fully face the front of his chair. The unshed tears Y/n had buried when Aemond left the room poured from her eyes in an endless torrent at the sight of her brother's face. Aemond had a lurid gash surrounded by swollen blood stained skin newly stitched together by the measter. His remaining eye was blood shot avoiding his sisters teary gaze as she came closer until he felt her helplessness within their bond. Y/n had failed him. The knight always rushing in to save her. The strong older brother that would abandon his training and studies to comfort her in her weakest moments. She had failed to protect him. Y/n cradled her brother in her arms apologizing all throughout the night with delicate kisses to his temple.

After that night Y/n refused to allow Aemond to do anything alone. Instead of spending time with her septa she would bring the books she was meant to study to the training yard to keep an eye on Aemond as he trained with the sword. She would even refuse the maesters when they came to change Aemond's bandages. Y/n thought them too rough when handling her brother's injury and had studied disinfecting wounds along with proper care after serious injury so she could care for Aemond herself. And though she had a dragon of her own Y/n refused to ride her until Aemond was healed enough to take flight atop of Vahgar along side her. Once Aemond had recovered enough to ride Vahgar, he and Y/n flew to Agon's hill. During the hour of the owl draped moonlight Aemond cut his lip then his sister's. He leaned his forehead against her own and promised to be further their bond into eternity. Aemond and Y/n shared their first kiss that night with no one but the stars to witness their union. He vowed to bind himself to her in the ways of old Valyria and sealed his vow with another kiss.

As the years passed Aemond and Y/n had blossomed into a handsome dragon knight and an well read lady. Spending their days as they always have since the tragedy that befell Aemond the day he conquered Vahgar. Together in every way. There was no Aemond without Y/n and no Y/n without Aemond. Naping lazily in the gardens was spent laying in eachother's lap. They spent every meal holding hands under the table or on top of it when they were alone. Aemond loved how his dear sister would mindlessly lean against him while they read together in the library and swore there would never be a day he was not there for her to lean on. Along with the maturity of the intimate siblings came an unexpected pregnancy of their mother Alicent. The queen mother gave birth to daughter named Saerella. Saerella was born without a single Targaryan feature. Her chestnut hair curled like her mothers and she had the same brown doe eyes along with the same face shape. She inherited nothing of her king father's and were it not for her title one would think her Hightower instead of Targaryan. Because she was born a girl, the youngest of the kings brood, and without any distinct Targaryan traits Saerella was left neglected by her mother and father more so than her older siblings. However, Y/n and Aemond would not leave their sister to be left behind as a forgotten spare as they had. Y/n had her little sister moved into her and Aemond's bedchambers and the two began assuming the role of caregivers for little Saerella. It was an endeavor for Aemond and Y/n to care for their new sibling. Balancing the care, maintenance, and the attention their sibling required along with their daily duties was a difficult undertaking. But as little Saerella went from a newborn to a toddler of one and a half, she became a commonplace staple in their lives. The same as their naps in the garden and lounging about the library with thrilling stories. Though Saerella became apart of ther lives Y/n and Aemond never shied away from the affectionate names they had for one another even with her present. The loving pair rarely called each other by their names these days. It was more often then not little Saerella would hear her older siblings refer to eachother as

"My darling" "My knight" "My dearest love."

Her older siblings didn't notice or think about what this could result in, until one day when Aemond had returned to his bed chambers and was greeted by the familiar sight his dear sweet sister Y/n and his darling youngest sister Saerella. Saerella was enthralled within the storybook being read to her next to the hearth, until she noticed Aemond's presence and perked up.

"Papa!" she said cheerfully. Saerella hopped from Y/n's lap toddling over to Aemond and bounced raising her arms for him to lift her causing her auburn curls to jump with her. Y/n couldn't help but giggle at seeing Aemond's face began as he leaned down and lifted Saerella to sit on his hip.

"It seems our little one thinks you her father," Y/n said. Y/n slid to the right a bit on the chaise to make room for Aemond to sit with Saerella on his lap. Though Y/n's tone was in a jesting manner Aemond felt their bond prickle with a touch of jealousy.

"Who have you been with today sweet girl?" Aemond asked Saerella.

"Mama!" Saerella smiled gleefully up at Y/n. thoufh they had yet to bind together in the ways of old Valyria Aemond couldn't help but feel that everything was perfect. Him and his dear sister hadn't conceived yet already they were bound together by a child of their own Y/n. His darling Y/n. She was the sun that rose over the horizon. She was the love bleeding from his heart everyday. She was the mother of his child. As Y/n continued to read from storybook Aemond and Saerella fell asleep beside her. Aemond hadn't seemed to noticed Saerella's open mouth snoring or the drool that began to drip from her chin as she slept atop his chest. Y/n with a teary smile left the book to the side and brought over a fur blanket from the bed. She leaned against Aemond as she herself dozed off into the sweetest of dreams. In it she was being wed in the traditions of their predecessors as Aemond had promised her in their youth. They shared a bloody kiss together. She could taste the nostalgic sweet taste of his blood on her lips. It was splendid. Magnificent. Perfect.

A/N: Thank you for reading don't forget to reblog and comment

[drabbles-mc]

Maybe some W - Water from the dirty headcanon with Chibs and Bottles?

me opening my inbox and seeing this ask:

let's gooooo!! thoughts below the cut for: W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex?)

okayyyyy don't let my surprise and excitement about Bottles appearing in my inbox make you think that i forgot about Chibs. I promise you i did not 😏 while i don't picture Chibs as the kind of guy who has a problem with bathtub sex as a concept, i do think he is the kind of guy who understands that if you're taking the time to draw up a nice bath for yourself, the least he could do is leave you to enjoy it. he'll let you have your You Time until you get out and are wrapped in nothing but a towel and then it's gonna be Us Time.

i don't think that he lists shower sex as his first choice (let's be real a bed it just more comfortable and practical) i think that when he is in the mood for it he is all about it 110%. it's when he gets back from a long run/trip away, or at the end of a long day when he got too much blood on his hands than he really wants to these days. he jumps right in the shower with the intent of washing off the day, the week. then he hears the door creak as it opens and your typical, "want some company?" that you always ask. and instead of laughing or brushing you off he tells you to join him. there's something about the warmth of his body against yours, the steam and hot water, all of that in stark contrast with how cold the tiles feel against your back as he pins you against the wall. it's needy and desperate, somehow still a little messy despite where the two of you are. looking for a reprieve that he knows he can always find when he comes home to you.

but Bottles on the other hand???? my boy the light of my days??? that man won't allow you a moment's peace if he can help it and he's not gonna be sorry about it either. he will make your bathtub have room for two if it's the last thing he does. it starts off as something that's supposed to be sweet and innocent and cute. bubble bath together after a long week. "you can sit in front of me and i'll rub your shoulders." the whole nine. he knows what he's saying and he probably even believes it at first, too. but it doesn't take too long for his hands to start to wander. what started off as innocent and cute very quickly turns into everything but. he's at least kind enough to make sure that he dries the water off the floor afterwards since more of it splashed over the sides of the tub than he bargained for.

it takes about a week of the two of you living together before he realizes that he is now presented with the daily opportunity to slip into the shower with you. sometimes he'll ask. sometimes he knows you're already running late in the morning and he isn't looking to make your day more difficult. other times though, he's pulling the curtain back and slipping in behind you before you can even think to try and stop him. it's all giggles and soft touches until it's not. you weren't running late for work when you got into the shower, but you're cutting it extremely close by the time you get out. one time you didn't even get to finish washing your hair, but you didn't really have any room to complain as you stepped out of the tub on shaky legs to grab your towel.

the first time you and Bottles hooked up in a pool, you weren't even supposed to be in the pool in the first place. it was a little hotel in the middle of nowhere. the two of you stopped because you were too tired to keep going on your road trip, but then once you got into the hotel the last thing you wanted to do was sleep. the pool was technically closed but you were certain that if you were sneaky enough the two of you could get in without getting caught. and you did, not even bothering to turn any of the extra lights on since the small bulbs at the bottom of the pool cast up just enough light for you to be able to see and not hurt yourselves. and Bottles was so busy being amused by that, that he almost didn't know what to do when you plopped down and straddled his lap. he looked around, afraid to get caught right up until the point when you pulled your bathing suit bottoms to the side and slid down onto him. you only had to clamp your hand down over his mouth once when a staff person walked by the pool room.

the way that until i sat down and started typing out the answer to this, i never realized that i haven't actually ever written for Bottles. a shame and a crime. but now i will be. thinking about him. 😌

Dirty Headcanon Game

[ride-thedragon]

NETTLES' IMPORTANCE TO DAEMON'S STORY

So I've been seeing this come up often enough now, so I'll talk about it. Discrediting Nettles' impact on Daemon ruins his character arc.

Nettles comes into his life around the same time Rhaenyra is distressed and grieving. He meets her, if not a bit before, when they are both in King’s Landing, where Rhaenyra is executing people and is described, when the news of Jace’s death comes up, as 'hardened'.

Nettles also notably has a reaction to Jace’s death. She is seen with tears leaving streaks through the soot on her face after fighting with and losing him during the battle.

Then Daemon comes back, with the death of two sons apparently on his conscious, to a hardened Rhae Rhae, and they fly to Kings Landing.

After that, they shortly leave for Maidenpool, where all the rumours and their story come from. The baths, flying and sleeping together, eating, teaching, and doting with Nettles all come up.

Before this, we had the attack on Harrenhall and Blood and Cheese.

A lot of Daemon's worst qualities and moments happen at Rhaenyra's side in the books and on the show. His best is with Laena, who he loves in the books and is away from court in the show and Nettles, who he cares for and protects in the books.

It's a bit strange to reduce her to just an innocent child or a Mentee when we read their relationship described in the books.

A lot of people also reduce his decisions in the end to come to the strange conclusion that it was all for Rhaenyra. Let's start there

1. He threatens a maester at his home

This maesters walks in on him talking softly to Nettles and gives him the declaration for Nettles to die and for him to return. He holds Dark sister to him and asks if there's anyone outside, not explaining why he's doing it yet to Nettles.

2. How their last night is spent.

This is a point in the books that the maester didn't record how they spent their last night together, only that they do.

3. She leaves in tears.

She leaves Daemon in tears while Caraxes screeches near Daemon loud enough to shatter Jon Quil's tower

4. The house they are at then changes to team green.

Maidenpool is loyal until Rhaenyra’s decree that would break guests right in Westeros. They also said that no matter Nettles' crimes (treason, sleeping with Daemon), they can't kill her under their roof. They also understand that Daemon won't come back to enforce the consequences of their treason.

5. Daemon defies Rhaenyra

This is a part many people get confused with. Daemon defies Rhaenyra.

Nettles is sent there with Daemon because he understands he doesn't survive without her in the fight. Vhagar is huge and a massive threat. If Daemon goes solo, he dies

Then Rhae Rhae sends her decree to kill Nettles and has Daemon return at her side. Neither of those things happened.

He sends Nettles away and goes to fight Vhagar alone. Dying most likely afterward. That's defience and sends the message that he did not want to return to her side.

6. He's lived long enough. that's something they can agree on.

Those are the last things Daemon and Aemond say to each other allegedly.

That's where his story ends. He fights and dies. He's grown, matured, avenged, and found peace by the end of his life. Nettles is the reason he's read as morally grey.

I don't care about the nature of their relationship, mostly because I think a clear reading allows for the fact that it managed to dip its toes in everything we are told it could be.

But it's safe to say Nettles wouldn't be in the best place after her first battle. She loses her leader, a friend it seems, and kills a lot of people like herself from Driftmark.

Then, when the queen gets angier and more isolated, without the promises being made and given to the other dragonseeds, Nettles is sent with a strange man to fight the world's largest war machine.

But by the time we see her again, her and Daemon have a routine, find comfort in each other, she's cared for by him, and she cries as she leaves him. Not when Daemon makes his cute little remarks, a Queen’s words a whore's work line, not she's accused of Treason and sentenced to death, but when she leaves the person who was a literal stranger 4 months before.

That's a good light to leave Daemon in. She doesn't think he'd kill her, for Rhaenyra even though we can assume she may knew about Blood and Cheese or at least have an understanding for what Targaryens do for the people they love being around, Jace, Baela and later Rhaenyra and literally fighting a battle for it.

She doesn't hesitate to ask him what's wrong when he's literally holding a sword to someone and after reading it doesn't feel the need to run or leave or plea for her life. Something uncharacteristically strange for Daemon to create an environment for, especially when it comes to Rhaenyra’s words.

He killed a man in front of the king and the court when she shook her head, telling him to do it. And actively protects her and her kids from the 'obvious' bastard thing.

All this to say if Nettles isn't a bit concerned that Daemon will kill her when Rhaenyra commands it, leaves Daemon in tears, and Daemon defies Rhaenyra, getting himself killed instead of returning to her side. I'd call their relationship the reason for his moral grayness or at least character developement.

I also see alot of people saying the show pushing Daemyra so hard for giving them lines like they were meant to burn together means that most likely Nettles won't be a love interest for Daemon.

I disagree with that for two reasons.

1. Marketing:

Right now, it makes sense to push them, like pushing Tyrion and Shae or Dany and Jon at the time. It kind of distracts from the narrative and gives anticipation when it comes to future character decisions. To see Tyrion and Jon switch so dramatically was a shock to the audience because they were so in love. It's also Matt and Emma's job to push the idea right now for their characters and the audiences benefit.

2. We were meant to burn together.

I think this line is going to be used for irony in the end. They don't, and that's the sad thing. They both change from the people who agreed to that in a heartbeat to people who couldn't stand the change in the other person by the end of their relationship. Rhaenyra wanting Nettles' death immediately leads to Daemon's. They don't die together, but they do give a big hand in each other's deaths.

All this to say, I think that if you don't like Nettles in the book, you'd prefer the show's current version of Daemon. Loving to his family, although abusive and dismissive to Laena, Baela, Rhaena, and Rhaenyra, respectively.

With their relationship comes his biggest growth as a character, one who wouldn't return to Rhaenyra’s side and to discredit that for a ship is underwhelming for the story and disingenuous to him.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Under the Thrall

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, slick, mentioned violence, jokes about cannibalism, needy boys, viking Col, fae Dom, biting/marking, threats, slow burn, joking sexism, ownership ☠️ Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker

Damhnaic couldn't find a moment's peace to explore whatever new hell his human form was putting him through, it was as if the second the chieftain uttered the word 'mine' it was a vow to never leave him alone. If there was one thing Dom had learned in the last few years watching the man, Kol'son took promises to heart. They'd finished their bath and sat on his pelt to air dry although not before the leader shook himself like a pup. The selkie couldn't help but compare the human to the beasts, he was loyal and bouncy and when he cared for someone he did it with his whole being. The fae thought he should be the one more animalistic but the longer he watched the more he saw.

He could still feel himself leaking on the walk back to the village, his thighs wet the longer he stared at bunching muscles and that toned ass. Of course Kol led the way, it was in his blood never to follow. He swore at moments when the chieftain took a larger step he could see his cock between his legs and that was when his stomach truly hurt with need he didn't fully understand. Lust sure, but this felt different. Like he might just die if he was away and that was dangerous. They were different species, he was promised to someone already, he couldn't stay. But… perhaps for a little while. At least until it was safe to steal his self away again.

"Keep up boy. You walk like a new babe." The man huffed, he could feel those bright jade eyes on his back but the kid kept falling behind and he knew he had so much to teach him. Perhaps it was strange to take a stranger under his wing but it was his right as leader. He didn't know what he would call Dom but he didn't believe it would be son. He was partial to the stranger already, his body definitely liked him, but the kid felt so fucking innocent he just wanted to protect him. Obviously he left his family and had experienced suffering, what kind he wasn't sure yet, but he wouldn't any longer. The sharp teeth and dark ink spoke of brutality beyond what even he was used to but no longer. "Or do you just linger to stare?" He couldn't help but tease and if he clenched the muscles in his thighs and ass to show off his strength who would blame him?

A noise escaped Damhnaic, something high and needy and he tried to turn it to a scoff but he stared too hard and walked right into a tree. He was thankful for the pelt around him when his ass hit the ground and his head went dizzy. The man of course couldn't help but laugh, the sound doing something to Dom's belly. He crouched in front of the kid and gripped his jaw between his fingers, moving his head around to make sure he wasn't hurt. "I tell you you have the face of a nymph and you try and break it? Take better care boy, I don't think you have much else going for you." Dom rolled his eyes at the gruff tease but the heat between his thighs got worse having the leader so close. He couldn't exactly command him to go away though, he knew what the claim meant, he was owned. The problem was, the man did technically own his pelt for the time which gave him power. At least that's what his parents always warned him about. He truly could be a slave to the bastard, he was just glad he was so kind.

Kol'son shook his head and stood, grabbing the boy around the wrist and back and tugging him up as well, tossing him and the fur over his shoulder. The newcomer screeched and he chuckled, patting his perky plush ass a little too hard. "Hush, I'll teach you how to walk but for now you're holding me up and you already kept me too long in the bath. I can't just laze around with you all day boy. I have things to do and you're mine now, I don't want you hurting what's mine."

"I can fucking walk Kols! Put me-"

"No! I'll put you down when we get home." That stopped the complaints, home wasn't something Damhnaic had in so long. He ran with a few close friends on his thirteenth birthday when his mother said he was to be gifted to their god. He never felt safe there and they traveled the seas so far he couldn't even find them now if he wanted. He wasn't even sure how old he was now, he lost track of so much, but eventually they had come across a ship on the waters and a young boy on its deck, Kol'son's first raid. Something about him had called to Dom and he followed without meaning to. In a way he supposed this had been his home a while, they hadn't left since. He just… never thought of it that way.

"What is that smell? You even carry the scent of a nymph I swear. Soft. Like a girl." The chieftain grumbled. A scent of warm amber, roses, and something sweet and salty hit his nose and made his dick ache. He could feel the hairs on his neck go up, all his senses were so attuned to the boy. Saliva pooled on his tongue and before he could think better of it he was turning his head and biting at the kid's plump ass.

Every instinct in Damhnaic told him to stay still. He wasn't scared of the man but gods he felt owned. His whole form melted over the strong shoulder under his belly and a rush of wetness painted his thighs. "Good boy. I… I don't know why I did that." Kol spoke softly, he was genuinely confused at himself but he didn't need to show weakness. The kid needed to know he was strong and in control even if Dom made him feel just a little helpless. "You even taste like a girl." He growled, clearing his throat and starting his walk again.

"Oh? I fhought I was the cannibal." The selkie couldn't help but tease even though he was shivering and just a little scared of whatever was happening with his body. He was surprised when the leader laughed but then he was being dumped back onto his feet and getting to see that bright happy smile.

Kol pulled the fur tight around the boy, he would need to find him something to wear but first they had to get passed his people and he could already hear their voices. "Walk proudly with me. Act as if you belong because you do now. Okay?" He asked gently and the boy felt himself grinning back. He couldn't help it. In the very next moments though something changed in the man, his spine straightened and his eyes hardened and it all started with a voice that made Dom just as uncomfortable.

"What did you catch today? What a pretty thing. Did you bring me a gift, nephew?" The bastard had always made Dom's hackles rise and he hoped they wouldn't come face to face for a while yet there he was. He still had a scar on his pelt from where the man tried to stab his seal form once. He tried to keep his gaze down and his mouth closed so he wouldn't fight back but gods help him. He hated the fuck.

Kol'son stood tall between his uncle and the boy and he shook his head. "The kid is mine. I captured him trying to pass through our land but I caught him." His fists clenched at his sides, his throat trying to close up but he forced his voice to stay steady. He wasn't exactly scared but his uncle was different from him, he was like the other clans. Harsh, brutal, he didn't want to imagine how he'd break his new friend.

Dom was surprised at the lie but thankful for it and he kept close, biting his lip to keep quiet. "I suppose you do need someone to keep your home for now. If you tire of him though-" He could feel the heavy and disgusting gaze on his skin and he took a step closer behind his leader. He was starting to see why the claim was so important.

"I won't." He cut the offer off quick and stared the brute down. "You should take some of the men and check the surroundings though, there may be more." Kol knew it was a fool's errand but it would keep his uncle busy for a bit. Away from them. He knew the man couldn't pass up the idea of finding his own pet but he also knew his boy was alone. He wouldn't actually offer someone to his uncle unless he despised them. "Boy, this is Bjørn, my uncle. You will show him the respect he deserves and keep your mouth shut around him. Eyes down. Do you understand?" He demanded of the newcomer but it was a way to protect him and he hoped Dom understood.

The selkie nodded and bowed his head even further, not in deference to the bear-like man but just so he wouldn't have to look at him. He wasn't sure which was worse, the sight or the smell and he wished the human gone. "What did you do to train your thrall so fast? Your father would be proud. I will go as you say Feilan. Enjoy your catch and wish me luck to find my own. I favor cunt over ass anyway but for one so pretty I might make an exception."

Dom's stomach turned at the brash words but Kol slapped the man on the back of his head and he quieted. He couldn't help but catch the dick was calling his leader a wolfling. A pup. How dare he. "Uncle, you have your orders." It was a simple command but he could feel the bastard wondering if he should fight it. He was just glad no one knew he actually had both. He knew he had an allure to humans, it came with his siren side, but he would never allow himself to be taken by such a mess. He didn't want to be the reason they fought but he wouldn't mind seeing the man dead. It was nothing new between the two, Bjørn had always wanted to rule.

"Aye Feilan." The bear man growled as some of the villagers came closer. Thankfully he decided not to fight and instead left to round up more men and Damhnaic could breathe again.

"Come boy." Kol'son huffed and wrapped his strong hand around Dom's neck, roughly dragging him to his hut. He didn't like the idea of hurting him but he had to be obvious to his people. This was his thrall and no one would touch. He could hear them whispering but he paid no mind and when they were safely inside he ripped the pelt from his hold and put it back on the bed. "Sit your ass down." He snapped and he searched his chest for anything the boy could wear. All he could find that might fit was a slip of sorts, something he kept of his mother's. His eyes burned with angry tears, he didn't mean to be harsh with Dom he was just so frustrated with his kin. He didn't know why he cared so much already but the strange kid was his.

The fae watched from his seat on the bed. He hated seeing Kol'son so upset, the man was even shaking, and he didn't understand. "Fank you for keeping me safe from 'im." He whispered, trying to soothe whatever was wrong.

"Safe? Safe? He's an important man, you would be lucky-" He snapped his jaw shut, he didn't mean the words but it was ingrained in him to stick up for the meaty fuck. He went to throw the dress at the boy but the kid caught the end and tugged, pulling him to his knees in front of him. Jade eyes locked on his and cool hands cupped his neck.

"I had bad family too. Bjørn reminds me of me dad actually. So let me fank you. You're a good man Kols. A good leader." Dom soothed and somehow found himself brave enough to rest their foreheads together. He was comforted by the scent of the chieftain surrounding him and he licked his dark lips, never breaking eye contact. He wanted to push forward and kiss the man but he knew he shouldn't. He couldn't get attached, he had to leave eventually.

"I'm not. You didn't know my father. I… He… I'll never live up to him." Kol had never spoken his fears out loud but in the quiet of his home with his new friend so close he felt strangely safe. He could find himself addicted to the boy if he wasn't careful. He cleared his throat and pulled back, taking the metal band from around his throat that held his family runes. Jade eyes went wide as he placed it around the kid's neck but it was important and he had the one around his head to show his leadership. "There. Everyone will know you are mine. Never take it off. Do not give me too much trouble boy or I'll add a chain to it."

Damhnaic would never admit to the tingle he felt at the thought of being leashed by the leader, or the wetness between his thighs, but thankfully the man just smiled and wrapped the cloth around his hips. "You don't have enough breasts to hold it up. You'll have to wear it on your hips but the season is warm enough. You'll be fine."

"Enough? I don't-" Dom stuttered and looked down at his chest. He didn't have tits, he was sure of it dammit but when he caught the bastard smirking he couldn't help but laugh. He supposed the chieftain had the right to explore his body or tell him anything he liked. He'd have to get used to it and he guessed he would have to get used to the feeling between his legs as well. It didn't seem to be calming especially with his friend so close. "Wha' was he calling me? Frall?" He asked, trying to get the attention away from his chest even though Kol was still staring.

"Thrall. Just saying I own you. I just haven't decided what I'll do with you yet."

Dom was shocked by the boldness but he shouldn't have been. The leader was just a little cocky around him and it made the nerves in his belly stronger. "I'd raver not be your son if I get a choice." He whispered, being a little forward himself.

"You don't."

"No?"

Kol'son took a deep breath but all he could smell was that cloying scent that made his cock so hard it hurt. "I like seeing my claim on you. Does your ass still hurt?" He knew he wasn't doing a good job of changing the subject but at least he tried.

Dom felt blood rush to his cheeks as well as his dick, he knew he was tenting the soft fabric but the leader was hard too, his length standing proud between his legs. "I'm alright. Bloody wolf you is." He purred, wiggling in his seat so the bruise would sting.

"You're the one with the fangs pup. Now… I'll find us something to eat. You wait here." Whatever had started between them calmed as the man stood and pulled on some clothes. It wasn't gone exactly, Dom didn't think that was possible, but he was obviously nervous. He was just glad to have a moment to breathe and check himself. He couldn't walk around wet, at least not in his human form. Gods what had he gotten himself into?

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

I'm working on the cheat sheet of words but I keep adding more 😅 I'll try to get it up soon. I hope this was good, I'm not used to plot building but they're just so precious ☠️🖤

[popamolly]

‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!’ ALASTOR

summary. In the midst of a grand party, a sudden interruption occurs as uniformed officers question Madam Duvalier about the disappearance of their former chauffeur, Charles Ray. Tensions rise as suspicions linger, but Madam Duvalier swiftly redirects attention with her charm. Meanwhile, you stands alone, burdened by secrets and uncertainties, with only Alastor offering a silent comfort that belies darker truths lurking beneath the surface.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN

warnings. human!alastor x fem!reader, dark romance, murder, mention of blood/gore, agegap (you're in your 20s while Alastor is in his early 30s), alastor preys on your innocence, eventual smut, not a happy ending, barely edited

In the soft light of early morning, the world seemed to slow down as you and Alastor found yourselves immersed in the warmth of a bath together. The steam rose around you, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere as you leaned back against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back.

Alastor's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he placed gentle kisses along your shoulder, each touch sending a ripple of warmth through your body. The water lapped gently against your skin, soothing away any lingering traces of tension from the night before.

"Let's strike a deal," Alastor whispered against your skin, his breath teasing your ear. "I'll court you properly, and all you have to do is accept me as I am."

Your fingers entwined with his, silently affirming your love and connection. "Whether you're a radio host or not, I've accepted you, Alastor," you murmured, meeting his gaze with a tender smile. "Nothing can change that."

"Really?" Alastor wanted desperately to believe your words, holding onto hope as if it were precious. "Once we make a deal, it's set in stone."

"I promise I won't break it," you assured him, your hands trailing down his chest absentmindedly.

"Is that so?" Alastor tilted his head in amusement, a grin playing on his lips as he observed you. "Well, I suppose I'll have no choice but to trust you."

Your laughter filled the air briefly before silence settled in, your mind consumed by worries. This was your second night escaping to be with Alastor, knowing your mother was seething with anger back home. Facing her wrath seemed daunting, especially with the ball happening today. How would you tell her about your love for someone she wouldn't approve of?

"A penny for your thoughts?" Alastor's voice broke through your thoughts, the water around you both still as you met his gaze, nerves evident on your face.

"I'm thinking about my mother," you confessed with a sigh. "She wants me to marry someone she picks, either an older wealthy man or a young arrogant one."

"The party tonight is solely to find me a match she approves of," you added with a frown. "How do I even begin to talk to her about us?"

Alastor's eye twitched slightly in annoyance at a woman he hadn't even met yet. "She's standing in the way of your happiness," he noted. "How cruel of her."

"But perhaps," you muttered, "She only wants what's best for me."

"A woman like her won't be satisfied with her daughter marrying someone she deems insignificant," Alastor's words cut through the air, casting a shadow on your mother's intentions. "You might have to prepare for the worst. Your mother might not prioritize your happiness, whereas I want to ensure it," he continued, his finger trailing along your chin. "In the end, you may have to make a choice."

"Why should I have to choose? Why must I be forced into such a position?" You looked up at Alastor, frustration and confusion evident in your voice.

Alastor's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I know it's not fair, my dear," he said gently, reaching out to caress your cheek. "But sometimes, life presents us with difficult choices."

"I don't want to lose you," you admitted, fear creeping into your words.

Alastor's gaze held yours firmly. "And you won't," he vowed. "No matter what happens, I'll stand by your side."

You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his unwavering support. "I just wish things weren't so complicated," you whispered.

"It would be less rewarding if it was easy," Alastor murmured, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "But we'll face this together, whatever may come."

As the morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the bath, you shared quiet moments of affection and closeness, basking in the love that enveloped you both. In that serene morning embrace, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor each precious second together, grateful for the bond that united your hearts.

Alastor's resolve began to waver, his feelings for you becoming undeniable. Seeing you distressed tore at him in ways he couldn't explain. Whoever dared to oppose your relationship with him would simply have to die, for your happiness was now intricately intertwined with his own.

With a heavy heart but a newfound determination, Alastor made a silent vow to protect you at all costs, even if it meant defying the expectations of society or facing dire consequences, because suddenly he didn't care about himself anymore now that you were in his life— in his arms. Love had a way of reshaping priorities, and in that moment, Alastor realized that he would go to great lengths to ensure your happiness, even if it meant challenging the very fabric of the world around you.

The first light of morning painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Alastor escorted you back to your home. The tranquility of the night gave way to the bustling streets, a stark reminder of the reality awaiting both of you.

As you approached your residence, a sense of unease settled over you. Your mother's reaction was unpredictable, especially after your absence throughout the night. Alastor tightened his grip slightly, offering silent reassurance as you prepared to face the inevitable.

The moment you stepped through the front door, your mother rushed out to meet you, her face etched with worry and anger. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Her words tumbled out in a mix of relief and frustration.

You tried to explain, but her gaze fell upon Alastor, her expression hardening. "And who is this?" she demanded, her tone laced with disapproval.

Alastor stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet resolute. "I am Alastor," he introduced himself, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I apologize for any concern caused. I assure you, my intentions are honorable."

Your mother's eyes narrowed with a humorless laugh as she studied Alastor, her skepticism palpable. "Stealing my daughter for nighttime rendezvous is far from honorable. If anything, it's a dishonor to my family and yours, whoever your family may be. If you truly care for my daughter, then you would court her properly and salvage whatever dignity she has left."

"He intends to, mother," you spoke up, your gaze challenging hers.

"Well, I should hope so," your mother replied, her gaze assessing Alastor's outfit. "If he intends to impress me, then he is already failing miserably. Tell me, what is your family name?"

"I have no family name," Alastor answered honestly.

"Oh?" Your mother glanced at you before returning her gaze to Alastor, her tone condescending. "So an orphan with no wealth. I assume you are of middle class, if not lower. What job do you have?"

"I am a radio show host-" Alastor began, but your mother's laughter cut him off.

Her lack of politeness made your blood boil, and you struggled to maintain composure. Realizing her rudeness, she covered her mouth with a shake of her head. "Excuse me, but I am wasting my time even conversing with you, Alastor."

"Mother-!" you began to argue, but her sharp voice cut you off.

"You will leave my house at once and never speak to my daughter again, is that understood?" she told Alastor, her tone final and cold.

Alastor's response was a bone-chilling smile as he bowed slightly. "Understood," he replied before turning to leave.

"Alastor, wait, I will come with you," you started to say, but his warm touch on your arm stopped you in your tracks.

"I will see you tonight, darling. It seems your mother needs some convincing that I am the right man for you," Alastor said softly, leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your knuckles. "Until tonight."

"Alastor..." The word hung in the air, but he was already gone, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and the weight of uncertainty. The one thing you seemed to have control over in your life was slipping away from your fingers, and your mother was to blame. This was all because of her.

You were tired of the glitz and glamour, tired of always being the sweet, obedient Duvalier without a thought to your own desires. It was frustrating and suffocating. Alastor had been the breath of fresh air you'd been wanting, needing in your life. Without him, you were sure you'd snap with insanity. He brought passion, excitement, and genuine love into your world, something your mother seemed incapable of understanding. Your mother's words replayed in your mind, her insistence on societal norms and status crushing your spirit. The sting of her words lingered, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Alastor's touch. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after everything you'd shared.

"I can't believe you!" You turned around to face your mother, your emotions spilling over as you finally lashed out that built upon anger you've been holding back, "How could you treat him that way?"

"I did what was necessary," your mother replied calmly, not meeting your gaze as she switched her cane from her right hand to her left.

"Necessary? You just sent away the man I love!" Your voice cracked with emotion.

"He was not suitable," your mother insisted, her tone firm.

"Suitable? What does that even mean to you? Money? Status? " Your frustration bubbled over, hands balling into fists at your sides. "Do you even care about my happiness?"

"Of course, I do," your mother retorted, her facade faltering for a moment.

"Then why can't you see that Alastor makes me happy?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you pleaded with her.

"He is not from our world, dear," your mother said softly, her tone tinged with slight regret but she remained composed.

"But he cares for me, Mother. Isn't that what truly matters?" You wiped away a tear, your heart heavy with disappointment.

"I want what's best for you," your mother replied.

"And I want to be with Alastor," you countered, your resolve unwavering. The tension hung thick in the air, both of you standing firm in your beliefs. It was a battle between tradition and love, expectations and desires, "Just because you failed at love doesn't mean I should follow in your footsteps."

Just as those harsh words left your mouth, your mother's hand collided with your cheek. The stinging imprint left on your face hardly matched the weight of your heavy heart as you slowly brought your hand to your cheek, the last hopefulness you held out for your mother shattering to a million pieces.

Your mother clears her throat, turning to look at the head maid Corrine with a small wavering smile, "Corrine, see to it that my daughter gets settled for the day and prepared for the night ahead. We need her looking her best, don't we?"

Your mother's request felt like a final blow, leaving you feeling helpless and trapped in a world where your desires were constantly overshadowed by expectations and appearances.

As Corrine led you upstairs, her touch was gentle but her eyes reflected a deep understanding of your pain. The tears streaming down your cheeks were a silent testament to the turmoil within you, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat.

In your room, as Corrine helped you settle in, you couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. The upcoming evening, with its planned festivities and forced smiles, loomed over you like a dark cloud.

As you gazed out of the window, watching the world pass by, a spark of determination flickered within you. You may have been dealt a harsh hand, but you refused to let it break you completely. Tonight, amidst the glittering party, you would find a way to assert your own voice and reclaim a measure of control over your life once and for all- you wanted to be with Alastor and nothing was going to stand in your way. Not even your mother.

As the hours passed and evening approached, the grandeur of the ball loomed larger in your mind. Despite your mother's expectations and demands, you found solace in the routine of getting ready for the event.

The maids fluttered around you, their expert hands tending to every detail of your appearance. A dress was selected, jewels were carefully chosen, and hair was styled to perfection. Yet, amidst the flurry of activity, your mind was elsewhere.

Alastor consumed your thoughts, his absence a heavy presence in the midst of preparations. Would he show up tonight? The hope was mingled with uncertainty, creating a tumultuous storm of emotions within you.

Ignoring your mother's attempts at conversation throughout the day, you focused on the vision of Alastor standing before you, his eyes filled with determination and love. The idea of him breaking through the barriers of societal expectations to be with you filled you with a sense of longing and anticipation.

As the final touches were made to your appearance, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The image that stared back at you was poised and elegant, yet underneath the facade was a woman ready to challenge the norms and embrace her own happiness.

With a deep breath, you made your way downstairs to join the festivities, your heart fluttering with both excitement. Tonight would be a turning point, a chance to assert your desires and perhaps, just perhaps, find the courage to defy expectations for the one you loved.

Throughout the evening, various suitors approached you, each with their own attempts to court you and earn the privilege of a dance. They showered you with compliments, asked about your interests, and tried to charm you with their status.

You remained polite, engaging in light conversation and accepting their requests to dance. One suitor, a young nobleman with a charming smile, engaged in conversation about your family's estate and the upcoming social events. Another, a dashing gentleman with impeccable manners, complimented your gown and expressed admiration for your poise on the dance floor.

As the night progressed, the constant stream of suitors became a blur, their words blending into a symphony of polite gestures and formalities. Despite their efforts, none of them could capture your full attention, for your heart belonged to Alastor.

You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, all the while longing for the moment when Alastor would make his grand entrance and sweep you away from the pretense and formality of the ball. His presence was the missing piece, the one that would make the evening truly memorable and meaningful.

As you stood by the refreshment table, trying to ease your dizzy mind from all the twirling and socializing, a familiar voice sent a jolt of excitement through you.

"May I have this dance?" Alastor's voice, warm and familiar, reached your ears from behind. Turning around, your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, of course," you replied, trying to contain the urge to tackle him in a hug. Instead, you extended your hand, which he took with a gentle grasp, leading you to the dance floor.

You moved together in rhythm to the music, the world around you fading into the background. It was just the two of you, lost in the moment, lost in each other's eyes. The tension and formality of the evening melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Alastor's presence was like a soothing balm to your soul, grounding you amidst the whirlwind of the ball. With each step and turn, you felt a sense of connection and understanding that transcended words.

As the dance came to an end, Alastor held you close, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of mischief. "I told you I would see you tonight, darling," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

You couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a surge of happiness and contentment wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the music and the magic of the ball, you knew that everything would be alright as long as you had Alastor by your side.

"I never doubted you," you replied softly, your gaze locked with Alastor's. In that moment, all your worries faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of his presence.

As the music and laughter filled the ballroom, a slight tension rippled through the crowd as a group of uniformed officers made an unexpected entrance. Your eyebrows furrowed with worry as you watched them escort your mother into the parlor, their expressions curious and attentive rather than stern.

Sensing something unusual, you quickly excused yourself from Alastor as you made your way through the crowd of hushed whispers. Anxiety gnawed at your stomach as you followed the men into the parlor, where your mother stood with a slightly puzzled expression.

"What's going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

The leader of the group stepped forward, his tone respectful but probing. "Madam Duvalier, we're here to ask you a few questions regarding the recent disappearance of Charles Ray, your former chauffeur," he explained, his words causing a murmur of surprise among the gathered guests.

"Of all times to show up, you do it at the biggest party I've hosted to date," Your mother's tone wavered between annoyance and mild relief, her eyes betraying a flicker of apprehension. "Very well, I'll do my best to assist you," she replied, her voice composed despite the tension in the room.

"Mister Charles Ray was last seen at his job post according to your servants but his family has not seen nor made contact with him since yesterday night," the Sheriff continued, his tone grave. "His sudden disappearance has raised concerns."

"Well, if I had a sound mind, I would have fired him, as I haven't seen him for the past few days. I assumed he had a family emergency to attend to, or at least it better have been a family emergency if he left without informing me," Your mother explained, her frustration evident. "Wherever he is, you won't find him here."

The officer nodded and turned to you, "Any comments to add, Ms. Duvalier?"

You felt a pang of unease at being dragged into the situation, the weight of the questioning casting a shadow over the festive evening. "Mr. Ray escorted me somewhere only the night before," you admitted honestly. "But after an hour or so, we parted ways. That was the last I saw him."

"And where was this place?" The officer pressed, his gaze scrutinizing.

"My daughter will answer no more questions without a lawyer present," Your mother intervened firmly, her grip on your arm conveying a silent urgency to stop speaking.

"Corrine, please see them out," Your mother instructed the maid, her voice masking the underlying tension. "I will have no more interruptions on this happy day."

As Corrine escorted the officers out, you couldn't shake off the sense of unease that lingered in the air. The officers' suspicion was palpable, their eyes lingering on you with an unspoken question.

"We will speak of this later," your mother whispered to you, her tone cryptic yet filled with a sense of urgency. With a practiced smile, she turned toward the crowded guests, her charming aura masking the underlying tension. "Let's not let this unfortunate incident dampen our spirits. Shall we return to the ballroom and continue the festivities?"

The guests, eager to move past the momentary disruption, followed your mother's lead, their chatter and laughter gradually filling the air once again. You stood alone in the parlor, the gravity of the situation settling in as you exchanged a look with Alastor who approached you, his presence a welcome comfort despite the weight of the situation. His hand on your shoulder was a silent reassurance, but you couldn't ignore the sinking feeling you felt from his oddly comforting touch, a tiny voice in the back of your mind yelling something that you couldn't quite make out.

Alastor's gaze held a mix of understanding and caution, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate balance between truth and deception. For it was only he who knew the truth, because it was he who buried Mr.Ray ray six feet under.

You watched the guests return to the ballroom, the facade of the happy occasion seemed to crack, revealing the underlying tension and secrets that lurked beneath the surface. You knew that the night would never be the same, that the mystery of Mr. Ray's disappearance would haunt you until the truth was uncovered.

But for now, you plastered on a smile and rejoined the festivities with Alastor, knowing that behind the masks and smiles, lies and secrets danced in the shadows, waiting to be exposed.

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[israelifepotato]

I know the people I follow that are posting חינם פלסטין are just trying to be good people. I know given the information they have that's what they think is the right thing. And I promised myself I wouldn't fight them and wouldn't shove my political shit down their throat but if no on here is giving them any other information how could I possibly expect them to know any better. Slowly I see more and more people posting things. And I'm trying to be patient and understanding but damn dude you sure like to believe that Israel and every Jewish person are bloodthirsty monsters that bathe in the blood of innocent Palestinians. And I shouldn't say anything. Because I don't want to get into internet fights but. There will be no one left soon.

[pinkydevil16]

Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 20

18+ smut

Aemond placed Y/n softly onto a chair as servants poured water into the bath, her hands refusing to let him leave her. Crouching by her he held her tightly, her head in his shoulder, he felt like a new man. All the anger dissipating as he held her, his heart filling his content, this is all he'd wanted. Her to want him, to need him as he felt he needed her. The servants rushing to leave, Aemond peeled her hands from him, her hands shaking as he did.

"No please don't leave me." She cried reaching for him. Pulling her to stand he slowly undressed her, pulling her into him as she sobbed.

"I won't leave you again my love." Whispering to her as he placed a kiss on her forehead, in his anger he hadn't noticed how much of Casmir's blood was on her, stained red from her knees down as well as her finger tips which still had some of his own on. He slowly lowered her into the bath, a hand on hers as he stripped himself. Climbing in next to her, Y/n turning into him to crawl into his lap, much like she would her mothers when she was a young child, seeking the warmth and comfort he could give her. His large body covering hers as he submerged them, their heads above water as he grabbed a cloth and began washing her. Kissing the bruises and small cuts along her arms and chest, kissing her palms as he scrubbed the blood from her nails. 

"You are doing so well, so good for me." He whispered against her skin, wiping over her face, his heart broke as he looked in her eyes. The fire gone replaced by a deep sadness, he had truly broken her. He had wanted it so badly but now he wasn't sure, he hoped she would return to herself once she was fed and she drank but worried he had taken her too far. Y/n sadly smiled at him as she curled into his chest, her legs spreading to sit in his lap. Aemond kept her on his stomach, he couldn't help his reaction to her wet body against his. He felt himself hardening as she moved backwards until she rested her heat against him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, i want you to love me." She spoke softly, pushing her breasts against him as she kissed his jaw, he wanted to be strong and tell her no. That she needed time to heal from her time in the cell.

"Need you so badly, need to feel protected." She continued, rubbing herself along him as she begged, tears in her eyes as she placed his hand on her hip. 

"Love me." She said once more as she kissed him, Aemond cracked, lifting her slightly before letting her slip onto him. He moaned at the contact, finally feeling whole again as he rocked her, Y/n babbling the same words over and over.

"Please, need you, love me." She spoke against his mouth, his thrusts gentle, it felt like hours as they stayed there, Aemond praising her.

"Such a good girl for me, you're perfect, love you, love you so much." The two the most gentle they had been to each other, his hand in her hair as they kissed, barely parting to speak the same words. Her eyes looking at him with such innocent he couldn't bring himself to say anything else. As the water began to cool the two clung to each other, Aemond carrying them both out and onto the warm bed. Aemond praising her more as she came, the two not parting as they carried on. 

"Love me please, never leave me." She spoke against him as she came a second time, Aemond never wanting it to end as he told her he loved her. All he ever wanted coming true, he wished to lock this moment away and live in it. Aemond and Y/n made love the sun came up, everytime he tried to pull from her trying to get her to rest she would wrap her legs around him and beg. As the sun rose Aemond slowed as he released once more, he didn't want to admit it but he was spent, he kept himself inside her as he rolled them to lay down. Her body on top of his as he kept her close.

"Promise you'll never leave me again." Y/n said as she started to sleep, Aemond promised her as he rested. His head laying on hers as they bathed in the sun.

broken and vulnerable aemond AND reader? How do we feel!

[cryst4lwitch]

I CANT THINK OF TITLES TO SAVE MY LIFE BUT I WROTE CASSANDRA FLUFF???????!!!! I THINK ITS FLUFF IDK IM DUMB

This has been in my drive for about 2 months, i wrote this because i hc the girls hate to take baths, have u seen how dirty they are in game? In desperate need of a bath fr 😭😭

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"Get in the bathtub Cassandra"

"make me"

"Cassandra, you're all bloody and dirty, the last time you had a bath was 3 days ago!"

"I don't need a bath that often!"

“Yes you do! Come here right now Cassandra ” you were losing patience, you didn't understand how she could be so maddeningly stubborn, it was just a bath! Sometimes you could swear she was half cat

"I don't want to take a bath!" She protested without moving an inch from where you had dragged her to the bathroom door

You tried a different approach "Cassie please" you said in a softer sweet tone "It’s just the way you like it, all hot and steamy, with your favorite scent and extra bubbles"

Cassandra looked at you for a moment, you almost jumped in victory when she watched her think for a moment "No." she said finally, with a final tone.

This bitch-

You were about to scream in frustration

An evil idea entered your head, an excellent idea.

"So you wont get in the bathtub?"

"Nope"

"How sad" you said with false pity and began to undress slowly without taking your eyes off cassandra "I would have loved to join you, but I guess that wont happen, and we shouldn't waste a perfectly good bath, should we?”

Cassandra watched you undress, her jaw tense and hands fisted at her sides. She stared at you as each layer of clothing fell to the ground till you were all naked in front of her.

"What's wrong? Why so tense?" You asked with fake innocence. Cassandra growled in response and glared at you

God, she had no right to look so hot all angry and grumpy.

"This is not fair!"

“What's not fair? I'm just going to take a bath, the bath you refused, you know?"

“You’re manipulating me!”

"Think what you want, please close the door when you leave, I get cold"

Cassandra stood at the door for a few seconds, and you waited for what you knew would be your victory as you slowly entered the bathtub, once you were seated and comfortable, you moaned loudly in satisfaction on purpose.

"Good! I'll take the damn bath! But I won't take a bath again!”

“Get your pale, stinky ass in here already, Cassandra. Tantrums don't suit you" a shit-eating smile on your face

Cassandra growled again and began to take off her clothes with annoyance and too much force, you could hear the seams of her dress ripping a little and you sighed knowing that you would be the one to mend it later, you would not bother Lady Beneviento for this nonsense

The brunette approached the bathtub grumpy and naked and you indicated the space in front of you

"But I want to sit behind you!"

The death glare you gave her made her snap her mouth shut and scramble into the tub, muttering curses under her breath.

When she sat in front of you you pulled her close to your chest "So stubborn, Cassie" You took pity on the poor woman (probably half cat) and kissed her pale shoulder "If you let me clean you up in peace, I promise you can take your reward later ” you whispered the last part in her ear in a low and suggestive tone, biting the shell of her ear

"Fine" she murmured with a small blush creeping up her chest.

You smiled and began the hard work of washing her, taking a soft sponge and soap you rubbed it all over her body, removing the blood and grime, after her body was soaped and clean, you moved on to her hair, the knots would be a nightmare to comb , the water became increasingly cloudy and dark

“My God Cassandra, and you really didn't want to take a bath. Look at that water”

To her dismay her cheeks turned a little pink with embarrassment at how dirty she was and she looked down in the tub with a frown.

You kissed her cheek lovingly "Okay Cassie, get up and let's change the water"

And so about 15 minutes later you were back in the bathtub, this time with clean water you washed her hair again and just as it started, the bath (or Cassandra's torture) was over. You helped her out of the tub and you both dried off before wrapping yourselves in a robe.

"You see? It wasn't too bad- Cassandra!" You screeched when she hoisted you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "What are you doing?!"

"claim my reward," she said proudly. Oh and what a reward it was for both of you, it was worth all that struggle.

The reward was a toe curling head ofc slayyyyyy

Cant believe the first thing i post of Cassandra isnt smut? 🤨

[p-antomime]

mercy be damned.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 8,5K (yes, i got excited writing this one)

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!getō, dub-con, a bit of manipulative getou here, sir kink, fingering, orgasm control + orgasm denial, choking, creampie, pet names, heavy degradation, breeding kink, thigh riding, tummy bulge, manhandle, dumbification, dacryphilia, use of aphrodisiac, maybe a bit of medical play (?).

pairings: getō suguru x reader.

• sukuna x reader is mentioned.

— note: this here is almost like a continuation of this here with ryōmen sukuna, but you don't have to read one to understand the other because I put the whole situation into context! lastly, I want to say that it took me a long time to finish writing this because I didn't want to do something with non-con at the moment, so from the bottom of my heart, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it, especially since it was the longest one-shot I've written so far! thank you (for the 450 followers)!

She was extremely tired. Extremely. To the point of collapsing onto whatever bed or sofa was closest that came into her field of vision and hibernating for days. Sukuna was not a merciful master, that much is obvious, and Y/N's dream of getting away from the lands of Japan to escape the war between jujutsu sorcerers and that cursed beast seemed further and further away.

It was still winter, so Y/N was still locked up at home. Not her home, obviously. But, yes, the fortress in which Ryomen Sukuna resided on the days when he wasn't smearing extensive chunks of land with the blood of relatively innocent shamans. It was his home, with his servants.

And don't be fooled: even if it were summer or spring Sukuna wouldn't let the girl out of the fortress, he wanted her entirely near him because, while he wasn't dumb or stupid, you were the closest thing to humanity that resided in that place and you were also the only person who knew almost all the plans of the human side of the war, after all, months ago you were on that same side, before the King of Curses literally fucked you over in his domain expansion and dragged you over to his side in the successive warlike endeavors that came next.

It wasn't as if you wanted to help him, in fact, the most desired thing for Y/N at the moment was to flee the lands of the rising sun and, if some deity allowed, never to return, yet you two had a blind vow. The vow would end when Sukuna wanted it to, literally. He said: "So I offer you a binding vow with me, where I promise not to kill you even after I have already used all your knowledge of war strategy, and in return you promise not to betray me under any circumstances and give me your all. Everything, no exceptions. Your intelligence, your soul, your life purpose, your body. Every single thing.“At no point did the King say that he would not induce someone other than himself to kill you, but in the current situation, the cogs of the oath keep turning with no intention of stopping and that is why you are exhausted.

Sukuna made you write maps and review them almost every day, made you plot new routes by which he could kill more people using less cursed energy, made you a direct accomplice to his cruel actions, made you feel... empty and, at the same time, dirty. And the King was amused to see the disgusted look on your face every time his massive body arrived at the fortress bathed in still fresh blood; there were days when that same blood had been washed from his body by yours small hands compared to the entire enormous size of the cursed spirit, and on those same days your legs opened for him and the inside of your pussy was filled with cum. In reality, you didn't complain because you were in no position to do so, there is no "no" for Sukuna.

— Shit... — Y/N sighed heavily feeling her tense shoulders ease slightly after the long minutes she spent submerged up to half her neck in a huge onsen, which is basically a hot spring.

And then you felt strange. Strange because there were none of Sukuna's grotesque servants watching over you as usual. "What is he up to?", Y/N wondered mentally and frowned. Was Sukuna gradually beginning to trust you? "He'd be dumb if he was", Y/N thought again looking around calmly before straightening her posture and standing out of the water to the height of the middle of her breast collar.

— Miss? — You heard a voice resonate, and it sounded a bit peevish.

Y/N turned to the left diagonal, where one of the two exit and entrance doors to that part of the fortress was located, and frowned when she saw that it was Uraume, a curse-user who almost always accompanied Sukuna in the trenches of war. It was obvious that the King trusted them. Not blindly, but he trusted.

— Yes?

— The master is calling you. — Y/N held back from rolling hers eyes.

— Couldn't he just force me into his domain expansion?

— You would go naked into the master's domain expansion? — "It wouldn't be the first time and you know it, Uraume", you thought biting the inner side of your cheek to avoid giving a rude answer.

— Can you get my clothes and towel over there, please? — You asked, indicating the low stools that were a little away from the onsen so that whatever was on top of them wouldn't get wet.

— I don't take direct orders from anyone other than.... — Y/N interrupted their speech.

— It wasn't an order, didn't you hear me say "please"? — Her wish was, in fact, to ask if they were stupid. — Whatever, I'll do it for myself, just don't stare at my body. You don't have that right.

And yet Uraume's unyielding, serene gaze continued to fall on Y/N as the girl stepped out of the warm, comforting waters to face the icy breeze slowly making its way through the place because, obviously, Uraume had left the door open as soon as they entered. You dried yourself as slowly as you could, obviously wanting to irritate Sukuna's servant, and put on the simple kimono you wore on the rare days when the King didn't make you stay in a room writing and drawing for hours on end.

Without waiting for you to adjust the back of your kimono, Uraume turned around and started walking down the hallway, and you struggled to finish getting ready to follow them. In any case, they were heading for the room where Sukuna was devouring, in various ways, the offerings from the village near the fortress, so it would be no problem to find out later if you had fallen behind. As soon as the two of you arrived in front of the door, an unfounded nervousness began to spread inside Y/N.

Had she done something wrong? She could not recall a single time that she had failed him as a strategist. Was Sukuna angry? But at what? He only called you into that room when the matter was considered too urgent to wait.

— Come in. — His voice, which sounded eerily calm, reverberated through the door and the two of you entered at almost the same rhythm, but unlike you, Uraume entered with the head bowed in respect and a confident pace, yours eyes were locked on Sukuna's indecipherable face and your body looked fearful, which made him crack a wicked smile.

— Afraid, human?

As you saw him get up from the huge spacious bed that also served as an altar and squeeze yours eyes shut a little to be able to visualize that there was a human female body residing next to him, a few buttons in your consciousness were pushed. The first was the notion that he couldn't kill you, the second was the reminder that although he couldn't kill you because of the biding vow, he could still easily inflict as much pain on you as he wanted. So, therefore, as soon as Sukuna began to smooth the kimono around his body using his four arms, Y/N lowered her gaze to the ground and tried to straighten the posture.

— No, sir. — You replied.

— Then why don't you look at me like a good toy?

— Do I have your permission, sir? — You asked, not taking your eyes off the dark floor of the room.

— Why don't you try your luck today? — Of course he was teasing you, as always.

— May I look at you, sir?

— No, you trash. — Sukuna answered, walking towards you and Uraume and starting to walk around the two of you as if he were analyzing two easy prey. — I have a job for you, woman. — He stopped right in front of you, and you couldn't be more intimidated by the height and width of his body.

— More maps, sir?

— No. I want you to go to the village and get some scriptures from an ally of mine. Simple, isn't it? Even a creature as small and stupid as you could do that, right? — He asked, bringing one arm around your face and grabbing you by the chin to make your face lift.

— Okay, sir.

— I'm feeling merciful today. — Your heart skipped a beat as he looked from you to Uraume and opened a cocky smile with a massive air of superiority as soon as his attention fell on you again. — Then I will give you a week to go to the village, make contact with my ally and return.

— When does the carriage leave, sir? — Your eyes locked on his lips, not exactly because you wanted to kiss them, but because you didn't have enough courage left to look him in the eye. — And what is the name of the ally, sir?

— In two hours, at dusk. — Sukuna squeezed her chin tighter, and this time her attention was actually on his eyes. — His name is Suguru. Getou Suguru.

— Thank you for the information, sir.

And then he stared at you for a few long minutes, not turning his attention away from you for even half a second. Suddenly his hand on your chin slid down your neck and reached the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him as the King leaned in to whisper in your ear:

— Do you remember your vow, or shall I refresh your memory and put you in your place, pet? — A shiver ran down her back.

— I remember, sir. I haven't forgotten it at any time. — Y/N answered and controlled herself not to sigh with relief when she saw him walk away with a sarcastic smile on his lips and dismiss you and Uraume with a previous gesture.

— Get out. I haven't finished my meal for the day yet. — As he walked back to the spacious bed, you and Uraume took a brief polite bow and left the room.

You two didn't exchange a word because they left walking down the corridor while you stayed behind just to calm the heart that was beating fast against your chest, feeling like it wanted to pierce it. After recovering the sensation of reasonable internal calmness, Y/N walked slowly towards her room, which was farther away from the other rooms of the fortress precisely to make escape attempts more difficult.

The next few hours were made up only of you getting ready with the best and warmest uchikake that Sukuna had provided you during these months in which you two had cooperated with each other. It was dark blue, with designs of herons and flowers all over it, and sleeves in a light blue gradient turning to white in a matter of a few short centimeters. You also organized some papers that might be useful and clothes, since the way the King of Curses had put it, the task of contacting his "ally" would take more than a day. And then his mind seems to remember something: Sukuna never said how you would find Suguru.

"It was too good to be true, mercy be damned", Y/N mentally complained and took a deep breath. And then she tried to convince herself that it wouldn't be difficult to arrange lodging in the village nor to find that man christened Getou Suguru, since all the humans in the village knew that you cooperated with the worst beast walking the face of the earth and perhaps feared you as much as he did.

Sighing heavily, you walked to the front of the fortress and there you found only Uraume. Which was great, you wouldn't have to deal with Sukuna, but if they went with you to the village it would be just as uncomfortable. But fortunately, the only thing Uraume did was to guide you to the carriage and instruct the servant who would guide the way to the village. From inside the mobile, your ears caught the King's right arm saying the name of the inn you would be staying at and that the servant was to keep "an eye on that human". You almost laughed in mockery and irony, but preferred just to lean back against the window and try to sleep.

And you slept the whole way, so much so that, as soon as the carriage passed the entrance to the village, the servant under Sukuna's command had to wake you up, and he did it with a gentleness and delicacy that left you somewhat stunned and surprised. Shaking your face slightly, to scare off as much sleepiness as possible, you stepped out of the carriage and found yourself in front of a dozen people. None of them looked friendly, nor happy. It was almost as if you were a messenger of death, and honestly? Nothing in your soul blamed them for treating you with hostility, even though you suffered from the war as much as they did.

— What does he want this time? — A woman of about middle age asked, looking from you to the carriage, and seeing your clothes much neater and more elegant than hers, she shrunk a bit.

— He sent... a human? — The man who seemed to accompany the first woman who opened her mouth asked, and you frowned, looking at Sukuna's servant.

— Did they know about my coming? — You asked.

— They just saw the carriage approaching. — The servant answered, and you brought your hands to your temples and massaged them.

— Good. — You laughed nervously before you finished getting out of the carriage and stood in front of the oldest man in the dozen or so people who seemed to be the one leading them. — I came here on behalf of Sukuna looking for a man. His name is Suguru Getou and it would be great if you could take me to him. — Your tone sounded more authoritative than you had intended, perhaps it was the almost daily contact with that beast.

— Mr. Suguru? — A second girl said. — What does that thing want with him?

— Are you going to take me to him or not? — You asked impatiently. — If the answer is no, then I can go back the way I came and tell him that you really are the worthless bunch that Sukuna thinks you are, and maybe after that he will double the number of girl offerings you owe him. — Your arms were crossed and the look on your face was mortifying, the Y/N from months ago would never approve of the current posturing, but for you, it was a chess game of survival in which acting was essential.

And then all the people in that small group representing the entire village looked at each other and finally the oldest man in the group gestured with his hand in your direction.

— Let me take you to Mr. Suguru, ma'am, but he is, to say the least, self-centered. — He bent one of his arms toward you, and you hooked one of yours in his.

— And you... — Y/N turned to Sukuna's servant. — Make sure my room at the inn is ready, please, I am so tired I could be dead. — He, unlike Uraume, nodded and began to guide the carriage to an establishment in the opposite direction from where you were going with the "boss" of the town.

— May I know your name, miss? — The man asked as you continued walking at a slow pace.

— I don't think it's important, sir. — Y/N answered, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. — Especially since Sukuna doesn't allow me to go out much, we certainly won't see each other again.

— I see. — He answered with a gentle smile that you certainly missed during those months of almost imprisonment. — Is he as bad to you as he is to us? — The question caught you off guard.

— It depends... On many aspects. — It was the only thing you could answer, and the old man nodded.

— Are you the strategist they talk so much about? — So you were still remembered; somehow this warmed his heart, even though now they probably treated you like a traitor.

— Do you all speak ill of me?

— Only if the treason rumors are true, but you wouldn't be the first nor the last to betray a platoon of soldiers. — And then he stopped walking suddenly in front of a house that seemed much more refined than the others in the village, there were two reddish Japanese lamps illuminating the entrance to it, and it seemed that the smell of strong herbs escaped through the crack in the door that was ajar. — Here is my time to say goodbye, I think. — A cordial smile appeared on his lips and his arm came away from his. — Mr. Suguru prefers that you knock before entering, but there is no need to wait for him to open the door for you, just knock and let him know who you are.

— Okay, thank you. — You looked from the door to your handlebar. — Not for bringing me here, but for treating me like a human again. I missed that. — He looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head positively as if silently telling you that he understood exactly what you meant, and then soon it was just you, alone, standing in front of the door, which your closed fisted hand slammed before you entered the room speaking: — Excuse me, I am Y/N.

There was no one there. Not a single soul there. But the smell of herbs seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the seconds passed almost to the point of irritating your nose.

— Excuse me...? — You spoke again, and through a curtain of glittering crystals that you hadn't noticed in the room, a man, with loose black hair cascading down his broad shoulders, emerged wearing a black kimono with prints resembling flames of fire in vibrant red running the length of it. — I... — He didn't let you finish speaking.

— I thought Sukuna would send Uraume. — His eyes fell on your face and a shiver ran down your back as the intensely dark orbs of Getou seemed to scan every line and contour of your countenance. — But you look fine. — Using a yellow ribbon, he secured his hair in a low, rather loose ponytail with strands still falling to the sides of his face. — I admit I was surprised to see you alive after all these months, it seemed Y/N was just a legend.

— Surprised? You know me too?

— Who doesn't, doll? — You had trouble swallowing your own saliva when you heard him claim the right to give you a provocative nickname. — Sukuna is not the kind of creature that likes to have many human allies, if you know what I mean. — Suguru ran his gaze over your body before turning to go and organize a shelf full of bottles with substances you didn't know and didn't recognize.

— Are you ... a healer? — Y/N asked, looking around the whole place.

— You could say so, the residents of the village see me as a savior. — Suguru replied. — And it makes sense that they would think so, since I have helped them in many ways. — Again you felt his attention wander curiously through your body. — Aren't you tired from your trip?

— I can rest at the inn assigned to me, spare you the worry. I came here with clear orders to take some kind of deed with you.

— There is no reason to hurry, doll. The night is so young. — You frowned, watching him carefully and taking half a step back. — How would you like to have a few cups of tea with me? — From his suggestive and slightly excited look, Y/N knew that refusing didn't seem like a viable option with Suguru.

— An hour is the most time I will devote to you today, Mr. Suguru.

— One hour is enough. — He replied with a slight, restrained smile of satisfaction before gesturing with one hand for you to follow him somewhere beyond the crystal curtain that separated the room you entered from the rest.

The corridor hidden by the curtain was rather narrow and, despite the dim lighting, you could notice two doors on either side of it and a fifth and final one at the end. This is where Getou was leading you, and you felt suddenly anxious as soon as he opened it and made room for you to enter first. As you entered, your eyes found yourself in front of a large room that looked like a bedroom, but at the same time looked like an office, there was a small low table in the center of the room where two cups and a medium-sized porcelain teapot were placed, in front of it were two pillows placed one on each side of that furniture. It was almost as if he knew that you would arrive that night. Next to that table with the cups was an even smaller table with a pipe rack and a pipe that looked as if it had been accessed a few minutes ago.

— Sit down, I insist, madam. — One of his hands landed on your lower back and guided you toward one of the cushions, which you sat on before you could register all your actions in your brain. — I hope the tea will help you relax. — You straightened your clothes so that you could sit more comfortably and watched the dark-haired man sit down in front of you, fill the cups using the bulb quietly, and place one of them in front of you.

Ooh, the smell was so good. It was as if lemon and almond essence had been mixed together, and if you told yourself that you weren't looking forward to tasting that tea, it would be an outright lie.

Y/N took the cup as elegantly as possible without taking her eyes off Suguru and brought it to her lips only after seeing the man himself take a short sip of the liquid before leaning to the side, taking the still lit pipe and placing it between his lips for a long drag.

— How are you feeling? — He asked, and you choked on your tea before coughing and looking at him with confusion. — About having all these people treat you like a traitor.

— It's understandable on their part, but I don't need redemption at anyone's hands. — You shrugged, taking another sip of the tea that seemed to slowly warm your body and relax you at the same time.

— You seem to be lying to yourself, doll. That's your defense mechanism, hm? — Getou asked with a bitter smile before he arched his eyebrow and took another drag on his pipe.

— May I ask how you met Sukuna?

— I am a simple man, ma'am, I see a winning side and am automatically willing to help because of the perks that come with it. When a war starts, there are provisional winners and historical losers. And then there are the real winners, which, as events go, will be Sukuna. — You twitched your nose internally wishing to say that he would only win over your dead body. — Didn't you ally yourself with him also because of the perks that came with it? — Your shoulders shrugged slightly, Getou was making you feel guilty for your choice to try to stay alive. — Of course you did, but I don't judge you, we are in the same boat.

— Do you also have a biding vow with Sukuna? — Suguru looked at you in disbelief for a few seconds, before returning with a question.

— Do you have one? — You looked away, feeling stupid, like a child, and then Getou let out a short laugh before he put the pipe aside on the table, got up from the cushion in front of you with a rustle, walked slowly towards you and knelt down behind you. — You are less clever than you look, the best strategist falling for a foolish mistake like that.

Suguru's breath hitched against the back of your neck, and you could feel his icy hands running up your kimono-covered arms to your shoulders and slowly pull the sleeves of your uchikake down just enough to expose them to the man's prying eyes. And then your head began to dizzle, thoughts seemed disordered, cloudy, throat drier than usual.

— You seem to have gotten into a lot of trouble lately, Y/N. — Getou whispered, brushing his lips against the back of your ear in a warm, wet kiss before sliding them down the side of your neck gently, and now you didn't know exactly if you wanted him to pull away or continue, logical thinking was slowly leaving you. — What do you think about me giving you one night when all your problems will disappear, hm?

At the same time that your mind seemed to be in slow motion, your heart and breathing seemed to be racing faster and faster. Suguru's fingers drummed along your bare shoulders now and seemed to press the right spots on your skin to make you relax more and more and melt into his touch, soon they slid down the sides of your body to reach your hips and remove the layers of fabric of your kimono from in front of your legs.

— Please... — You swallowed hard, looking over your shoulder and unable to focus your vision on any fixed point on his face.

— What exactly are you asking for? — He brushed his fingertips against your warm inner thighs, making you shiver and press your back against his chest. — What do you want, little one?

— I... — Your conscience whispered, "for you to stop", and your body grumbled, "for you to continue", but your mouth answered: — I don't know. I...

— Of course you don't know. — Suguru held her face with one hand while the other continued to reach for her thin undergarments around her pelvis. — You need someone always guiding your movements, so naive, so stupid.

It seemed that all your senses had been amplified in such a way that any slightest movement from Getou would make you squirm intensely, and this was even more evident when a simple rubbing of his fingertips against your still covered clit made you arch your back and try to force your hips against his palm. As his ring finger tip exerted more pressure on the most sensitive part of your pussy, you choked on your own saliva trying to get in more oxygen as if the air could clear your thoughts and your body felt hotter than the tea in the bulb.

Of course Suguru had adulterated the liquid, but not enough to make you unconscious. He wanted you awake, only partially knocked out, because his main goal was to make you feel everything, especially when Uraume had visited him days before only to make it clear that he could do whatever he wanted with you because "Y/N is so docile". To be honest, you did want to feel something besides overtiredness, but not like that, even if your body was begging for any kind of touch.

— Please... — You gasped as you noticed Getou's slender fingers finishing their way through your undergarments and brushing against the full raw length of your pussy, wetter than usual from the herbs in the tea.

— What? Don't you want me to make you feel good? — He asked, sinking his face into the curve of her neck to leave light nibbles there as his hand closed around her jaw to lift her head enough to expose her neck more to him, her hand closed around his wrist tightly at the same moment his fingers began to make small circles around her clit.

It felt so good, his touch. But it was not possible to discern whether it was because of the previously drunk tea or because her body really craved any kind of pleasure. His hand ghosted across your pussy for a few seconds before two of his fingers, middle and ring finger, entered your tight, warm interior as his palm pressed against your pelvis and the sensitive little nerve bud that sent electric waves of pleasure through every cell of your body. Instinctively your legs closed over the sudden intrusion and in response, Getou curved his fingers against that spongy spot that made you shed any sort of reluctance and force your hips against his hand, vision going white for a few seconds before your pupils tried to focus on the ceiling of the room that had an odor that once stank of pipe and now of sex.

Suguru gave a few short, light thrusts inside you, as if to see the way you would respond to the stimuli, and yours teeth bit down hard on lower lip to keep any sound from escaping your throat, and then the man with darker hair than the night whispered in your ear:

— Give me your sweet sounds, pet. — The way he used the same nickname Sukuna used with you made a shiver run down your back slowly, and his digits began to move gradually faster and faster inside your pussy, alternating intensity and force, which occasionally to your legs giving way and opening wider and wider, your breasts rising and falling because of your rapid breathing and your mouth surrendering to the temptation to moan Getou's name. — Yeah, like this, what a good and beautiful toy you are. — The dirty sounds his fingers made as they slid in and out of you made you bow your head so that you could look at the spot they were burying themselves in and your cheeks warmed as you realized how wet from the liquid of your own arousal they were.

Her hands fell on Suguru's legs, which were each on the side of hers, and gripped the fabric of his clothing as a way to relieve the tension being built inside her with how quickly her orgasm was approaching. His other palm pressed harder and firmer against her pelvis, and her eyes closed before her head fell back on Getou's shoulder as his fingers continued to widen her insides in a way that refusing to cum was almost possible. And that's exactly what happened: as her body surrendered to the orgasm, her mind seemed to blackout for a few seconds before her back arched, her thighs closed around the man's hand that remained between her legs, and hoarse moans escaped from deep in her throat. Fuck, her body was on fire. Almost literally.

— Well done, pet. — Getou whispered against your ear as he pulled your thighs apart to remove his hand from the space between them and moved away from your body, causing you to suddenly snap back into orbit and try to brace yourself on your shoulders before falling backwards onto the floor. — Some people told me that you were really a cheap whore, and in the end they weren't wrong, I guess. — Over your shoulder, you watched him bring his wet fingers to his lips and suddenly felt guilty that you felt so good, despite the middle of the adulterated tea. — Why don't you come see me again tomorrow, hm? I can make your worries and tiredness go away, isn't that what you want?

Without answering him, Y/N tried to straighten her own posture for feeling in a position that, besides being delicate, was vulnerable and humiliating, and started to pack her own clothes in order to at least reach the inn designated by Sukuna in the least suspicious way possible. Not that she owed anyone an explanation, however, arriving at a place smelling of sex and with disheveled hair is somehow vulgar. As soon as she stood up and, feeling her legs trembling a little, her hands slapped Getou's hands away when he tried to approach her through them.

— I don't need your help. —  Y/N spoke, glaring at him before walking towards the door of the room. And, before leaving, she aimed at the face of the black-haired man who seemed indifferent to her actions. — And don't touch me again without permission or I'll break your fingers.

In reality, Getou was quiet and concentrating again on finishing his pipe because he knew that Y/N would need to return to his establishment precisely because the objective assigned by Sukuna had not been completed, so why stress at that moment? And you felt anxious, as you left the luxurious and elegant house belonging to him and walked to the inn, because you knew the same thing.

In the period that followed the other days, Y/N cared only about trying to remedy the compromise of going to see Suguru in his territory where he could analyze her without problems and play with her in a game of cat and mouse that made the girl's anxiety overpower her tiredness. But at least it was great to stay in remediation for a time of good five days, because the girl's body and mental strength were slowly recharged after a long period of almost extreme stress and fatigue next to the King of Curses, although her body was still a bit sore in some parts of her shoulders and back. Also, the people in the village treated her as an untouchable queen, almost as if a crossed glance or a misunderstood face from you would cause some kind of celestial fury to fall on the poor people forced to send sacrifices to Sukuna.

However, the only bad things about having a brief stay in that unfinished city project were: the exorbitant cold that seemed to plague more of the frail bodies of the humans residing there, including Y/N's, and the fact that Sukuna's servant didn't miss an opportunity to remind the girl of her unfinished engagement, which led her again to the place previously visited that week: the entrance to Getou Suguru's establishment.

From a distance, as you approached minutes earlier, you could see two women leaving the place with satisfied faces, and your mind vaguely wondered if he treated the other girls of the village the same way he treated you. But that was a subject for another time, so the only thing you did when you arrived at the front of the house was to repeat the same procedure as the other day, that is, to tell them who was entering the place before you opened the door and entered.

— What brings you here again, doll? — Getou asked, and you felt your mouth go dry as you again saw his dark gaze on your figure that seemed less alert than on the first day you met

— You know well, don't you? As far as I know, I was sent to this crumbling village to get some kind of deed from you.

— Oh, how great that you have refreshed my memory. — A half-jolly, half-ironic smile opened his lips and a shiver ran down her back. — I thought you came back because you liked what I did to you the first day we met.

— Fucking pretentious. — You walked toward him next to the shelf full of glasses containing different colored substances and tried to lift your head to face him, even though your shoulders hurt and it was impossible not to contort your face in pain. — Could you for God's sake just give me what Sukuna wants? It's less than two days before I have to go back to that hellhole.

— Of course I can, ma'am. — Getou slid his gaze from her face to her shoulders. — But why don't you take advantage of your stay here and use my skills with substances to take away some of the pain you are feeling? I swear I could help you with that.

— I'm afraid I'll have to decline, sir. — He took a step toward you and you instinctively tried to move back, but Suguru quickly raised his arm, slung it over your left shoulder, even though you tried to slap his hand away, and eventually pressed a few points in that area that caused your body to briefly relax and your serious expression to melt into delight at the relief of the pain.

— I know you want this. — He spoke, assessing your expression and pressing his fingertips more firmly against the area of your shoulder that was throbbing the most, which made you grab his forearm suddenly because of the feeling that your legs would give way and your body would become unbalanced. — Why don't you spend a few minutes here today, hm? In the end I'll give you what Sukuna wants, and you'll even get a pain-free body as a bonus. — Suguru looked at you suggestively and he knew you were considering the idea.

— Don't you dare touch me without permission. — Getou ran his tongue over his lips and stepped away to approach the same crystal curtain that you two had passed through the other day.

— I would never dare do that. — You could tell he was stifling a provocative laugh, and then, in a matter of a few steps, you found yourself inside a different room than the one you had entered the other day.

It was bigger and the walls were thinner, almost crimson colored walls. And there were several shelves and bookcases with books of different sizes, jars filled with folders, bowls that seemed to have been preserved for quite some time. Somehow, everything in there smelled of health and well-being. There were also three rather tall and wide, clear beds, they reminded you of doctor's beds, more or less similar to the makeshift ones in the war camp you had visited months before.

Getou guided you to the bed placed in the middle of the room and instructed you to stay only in your underwear, which was thin, claiming that you wouldn't feel cold because the walls there were thick.

— What is all this for? — Y/N asked, watching Suguru approach one of the shelves out of the corner of her eye as she got rid of her thick, warm dress and pushed herself up onto the bed, sitting on the edge.

— I treat the habitants of this village, I'm pretty much their parameter of what... maybe we can call 'doctor'. — He picked up two different bottles, one with a transparent paste-like substance and the other with a pinkish powder. — Now lie down, face down, but rest your head on your arms or on one of the pillows. — You nod positively and do as you are told, with Getou leaving your field of vision as soon as you lie on your stomach and rest your face on your arms. — Legs apart. — Your frown creased, but there were no objections, your legs spread slightly and a shiver ran down your back as his long fingers opened the white ribbon that made your white nightdress representative of your underwear remain glued to your body.

After placing the two vials beside your body, Suguru spent a few minutes analyzing your back and sliding his gaze along the curve of your buttocks until he reached the area of yours thighs. The minutes that passed consisted only of Getou mixing the powder with the pasty substance, spreading the mixture over your shoulders and some points on your back and lowerback. You would be lying if you denied that it felt good, too good even, to feel his fingertips tightening the knots of tension in your muscles, and that the nervousness that had begun to permeate your body when the dark-haired man climbed onto the bed and sat on the back of your thighs with one leg on either side of your waist had already become anxiety and sexual tension, especially when his thumbs pressed against your lower back in short circular motions while Getou's other fingers closed around your waist to hold you still firmly in place.

At one point you found yourself pressing your lips against your forearm just to make sure that no lewd or erotic sounds escaped through it. But Suguru's gaze was always on your reactions, it was as if his dark orbs could see into the threads of your soul with the aim of messing them up into knots that wouldn't let you think straight.

Getou leaned over your back and rested his chin on one of your shoulders, which by now had dried substance on the skin forming only a thin, inconspicuous pink layer. When his quiet breath hit your ear you gasped and he whispered:

— Do you want me to touch you more than I'm already touching you, doll? — At your lack of immediate response, he slid his lips down the side of your neck dangerously leaving light bites through the skin, which made you let out a moan against your forearm that reached Getou's ears despite your attempt to suppress it.

Suguru pulled away slightly for a few seconds before he stirred on the bed to spread your legs further apart and put one of his thighs between them before one of his arms went around your hips and pulled you up while his other hand closed around your neck still not strong enough to restrict your access to oxygen. So now your bare back was pressed against his chest as your pussy covered by a thin layer of fabric pressed against his firm thigh and your breasts were almost bare because your nightdress was too loose from the man's earlier action of undoing the tie that held it to your body.

— You lose your confident posture so easily. How pathetic. — He brushed his thigh between her legs and her instinct was to try to move her hips in such a way as to get more friction against her clit. — Tell me that you want me to touch you and I will do it.

To be honest, Suguru didn't necessarily need a statement to know that he could touch you. He knew your body couldn't lie, but he wanted the feeling of power over you. And indirectly you gave that feeling to him.

— Please, sir. — Your voice was no more than a whispery breath with rapid breathing. — Touch me... however you want and desire. — Cheeks heated with the humiliation of being subjected to this situation. — Use me.

— I should use you as my personal cumdumpster? — Getou squeezed your neck harder to the point where his fingers almost marked your skin and his other arm was busy forcing your body up and down against his flexed thigh, starting a rhythm of friction against your pussy that made you wet the thin fabric covering it and made you stop suppressing your own moans and try to rest your hands on his arm that was still firmly planted on your hip. — Or, perhaps, as my favorite fucktoy? In either option we would both come to the conclusion that you really are a pathetic whore. It's so easy to have you spread your legs for anyone that I almost feel sorry for you. — His words made you choke on your own saliva, even though, on the other hand, they managed to have you almost reach orgasm.

It was so easy to give yourself to him that after minutes of him speeding up and slowing down just to control your climax, your body was spasming and some areas of him, like your neck and breasts, were extremely sensitive. At one point not registered by your clouded mind your moans alternated between coming out of your throat in the form of Getou's name or in the form of "Please", but what exactly you were asking for was still an unknown. Were you asking Suguru to replace his thigh between your legs with his cock? Or for him to let you cum?

But, anyway, Getou didn't let you cum at that moment and kept slowing the pace of your hips against his thigh whenever your moans got louder and indicated that you were dangerously close to reaching orgasm. Mercy? He didn't possess a shred of it.

— Shall I destroy you, doll? — He whispered close to your ear, his eyes half-closed, focused on the hypnotic movements of your body against his. — Shall I make you my cumslut? I bet you'd love me to breed you, that I wouldn't let you use up a single drop of my cum, wouldn't you? — Without answering vocally, you simply tried to shake your head positively in a desperate way, and his fingers pressed the skin of your body more firmly before he spoke with a harsh tone. — Answer me, slut. Or are you already so fucked up that you can't do anything but moan like a whore in heat to me?

— Y-Yes, sir. I-I want to... — He pressed his knee against your clit forcefully, and your words stuck in your throat for a few seconds before you regained your train of thought. — I want you to destroy me completely, please, s-sir.

At the end of her sentence, Getou let you stagger forward and against the bed as he removed his arm from your waist and his hand from your neck, after which he turned you to face him and finished removing any clothing that was still attached to your body, knocking the bottles of pain-relieving substances from your shoulders to the floor with a light thud that neither of you paid much attention to. Before he spread hers legs, he concentrated on slowly removing his own robes, intent only on making you gasp in anxiety and nervousness mixed with anticipation.

After this, Suguru placed himself between your legs and spread the lips of your pussy with his fingers opening a provocative smile at seeing you so wet from him and squirming around for nothing. Lifting the head a little, you could look at his veiny dick and maybe, just maybe, your first instinct was to get wetter, at which Getou slid his hand to grab your chin forcefully and face you.

— What a greedy little slut you are, aren't you? Always thinking with your pussy instead of your brain. — And still maintaining eye contact with you, he slowly entered your pussy, making you feel every inch of his cock and squirm with your back arching and hoarse moans escaping your lips. — Yes, let me hear your sweet sounds, doll. — Getou grunted with a satisfied side-smile before sliding his hand to the top of your neck, pressing his fingertips without too much force on the points where your jaw joined your neck because he knew that a brief pressure there would make you lose track of how much air was going in and out of your lungs; he wanted you dizzy so that only then would he fuck you dumb.

As soon as Suguru gave a slight initial thrust after withdrawing completely from you and going back inside, you could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix; the sensitivity of having your orgasm controlled and denied and the sensation of having it widen you in an almost painful and sudden way made little tears start to form at the corner of your eyes.

— Oh, how cute, are you crying? — Getou gave another brief thrust and bit his lower lip to suppress a groan as a few tears streamed down your left cheek at that sudden stimulus. — Crying for me? — And another thrust. — So delicate, so pretty, so breakable. — And another. — Cry for me, I want you to choke and no longer know pain from pleasure when we're done.

And so, resting his other hand on the bed below the two of you Suguru began to move his hips against yours in a brutal rhythm that made you move up and down according to his movements. It was obvious that the sheets beneath yours bodies were soaked with both sweat and the liquid from the mixture of your own arousal and his escaping around the edges of your pussy every time he withdrew from you only to thrust himself harder and faster.

And truly, you didn't want his mercy. You didn't need it, you wanted to be fucked until you couldn't think straight anymore, and he was giving it to you. The two of you needed only half words to establish a cohesive relationship. At the end of it all, what really mattered was the hallucinatingly good way Y/N was choking on her own saliva at the pleasure and how the salty tears falling down her face excited Getou enough to make him move against her like a beast whose sole purpose in life was to enjoy and obtain carnal lust.

Yours hands were too busy scratching and digging their nails into the once pristine back of the dark-haired man; hair that was now extremely messy and this contributed to making Suguru's irrational aura increase. Your cunt was taking him so well that he almost felt proud of you. His cumdump that was so useful for him. Trying to repress his own emotions that were out of line with his own pleasure, Getou leaned over your body and stared at you for a few seconds loving to see your fucked out look before sliding his attention down your face, landing it on your lips and taking them in a fiery, restless kiss. Your brain was slow, processing everything late, so it took a while for you to return the kiss and migrate one of your hands to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss.

— P-Please, sir... — You gasped as soon as Getou broke the kiss and focused back on fucking you in the same ruthless way as before without breaking eye contact. — May I cum, please? I-I need to cum.

— Sure, be a good slut for me and cum. — Suguru whispered against hers lips before placing over her clit and stimulating him with the hand that had previously been helping him support himself on the bed.

A few quick thrusts were briefly needed to make you finally cum, with your body temperature rising and your head falling back with Suguru's hand still around your neck. He held your body to keep you from falling completely against the bed and kept pushing himself against its walls that now seemed tighter than before. And it wasn't long before your insides were painted white with Getou's cum, and he didn't contain a series of low-pitched hoarse moans. Trying to normalize his own breathing, the man withdrew from inside you slowly, as if he didn't want to lose the feeling of having you squeezing him, and watched the exact moment when the white liquid began to almost leak from your wet and sensitive hole, then two of his fingers collected what little had come out of you and pushed themselves deep inside your pussy to keep you full.

— I said I was going to make you my cumslut, didn't I? — He asked rhetorically to you before leaving a light kiss on your collarbones and pulling you up to wrap your body around his arms. — So maybe you'll have to visit me more often in the coming months, right?

Before you could object, Getou was already carrying you down the same hallway that the two of you had previously passed through in order to take you to the room where the bathroom project of the house was located to make you shower.

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Nightmare Time 2 Episode 2 Thoughts

Can I just say that I love the 8-bit versions of songs. Jane's A Car sounds so good in 8-bit

Woah woah woah wait. What was that? Why was Homeless Guy in the intro? Is that important? Does that mean anything? I mean Ted was in the episode but still

EMMA!!!! I missed her so much. And she's living her dream good for her

And she sounded super southern just now. Ma'am you live in Michigan

AND ZIGGS!!!! Oh I love them. Please be my friend

Oh we're meeting Grace now? She's not what I expected. And I don't mean because she's played by Angela. I didn't expect her to actually be a nerdy prude I thought Alice was just being mean

Potte Hottay!!!!!!

DADDY?!??! IS THAT THE DADDY WE'VE HEARD ABOUT!??!?! IS HE GONNA GET US- oh nevermind mind he's dead. At least we got another Dylan Dad™️ out of it

OH Bob is saying the the thing!!! The thing the guy that tried to kill Willabella/Hannah said. The "The innocent must suffer" thing

TIG OL BITTIES!! I really hope someone recreates their painting

Emma had a dog quick right that down right that down

OMG Emma and Ziggs were about to go turned into tree people

"You have a fixation with fecal matter and I have had it up to here with you!" I'm sorry W H A T

I knew this would happen. Nick and Matt "Look at the cute Paulkins wedding this is definitely all the episode is" Lang. Of course we can't trust the synopsis. Of course the nighthawks are telepathic now

Ezekiel and the rest of the birds are terrifying

Please let Ziggy go to the bathroom. Did they make Emma poop outside too?! Going to the bathroom will not take that long I promise

Please let them get food they don't want your vomit. Ziggs is vegan they can't even eat that. Ezekiel is really stupid. If you would let them live their lives normally then you would have no reason to fear them getting help. They were going to continue growing weed anyway and I don't believe you need that much

AND you're making them sleep in the barn. Their growing the weed FOR YOU!! They were fine to continue doing so. What are you treating them like this for

"And let this man take our weed?! Issac, never speak to me again." ok so Ezekiel is growing on me

The other nighthawks should unionize

Reason #1852 I relate so much to Emma. Of course she's had her final words picked out since high school. I've been thinking about what mine would be for the past few years. I have a few ideas

I love Emma and Ziggy's dynamic. They are buddies. I'm so glad Emma has a friend it's what she deserves

Just when you think Emma might actually get her happy ending, she gets arrested. Why can't she be happy

That video was definitely made by the the Smoke Club teens what is even happening

OH this video. This is so sexy. Corey and Bryce sound amazing and this song is great. Rip Curt and Kim campers

THE MAYOR!?! I didn't think we would ever meet him. Hello

Their names are Mary and Noah I can't

HCB NED PETER SPANKOFFSKI <3333

Grace sweetie you did not need to tell everyone. I appreciate you trying to help but you could have at least asked Steph if she had a plan

Jerry and Jeri I love you!! And their song is so good. This camp has their own record company omg. Them ripping their shirts to reveal the same shirt underneath asdfghjkl

Oh they horny

Are you trying to kill him?!? He told you his blood sugar was low let him have his chocolate. I hate you Corey counselor. Die

That was on a school test?!? How many people did that go through without anyone seeing anything wrong

Steph and Pete are really cute omg. Peter is not at all what I expected. Like he is nerdy but he definitely is Ted's brother. He horny. But also he's not obnoxious like I thought he would be. He's so sweet and chill. He's cool and I like him. Nick did so good

Oh no Gabe is gross I thought he was chill. I wonder if he was only protesting with Grace just to get her to bang him

The lumber-axe puppet looks so cool!!! I love the eye

Grace only showers in a bathing suit? Gabe I don't think you would have wanted to do her

I LOVE that Peter is canonically jacked. This dude is not at all what I expected

Woah woah guys the other campers have to use the showers don't be gross

Noooooooooo not Noah and Mary!!! They were so young!! So pure!! The lumber-axe has no mercy

Of course Ted got put in solidarity confinement. And of course he snuck a p/rn magazine in there. It's cute that Pete found it an felt his brother was with him

Angela's screams!!

He's getting defeated by a p/rn magazine I seriously can't. Thank you Ted?

They let Jon go feral again yay!! I love it when this happens. Jerry is insane and I love it

Woah plot twist Little Jerri (that's how I choose to believe its spelled. A combo of their spellings)

I feel so bad for Jeri. She didn't deserve any of this

Um so is Grace camp director now? Also is she the new lumber-axe? Good for her I think

COREY YOU CAN'T JUST SAY BILL IS IN LOVE WITH TED AND BE ON YOUR WAY WHAT

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Your friendly neighborhood man-serpent

Pairing: naga!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: yandere, dubcon, kidnapping, mind control (kinda).

Words: 2000.

Summary: You definitely had to choose the mountain road over the forest one.

P.S. Again, huge thanks to @navegandoaciegas for giving me the inspiration to write!

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"You chose the wrong path." The creature whispered into your ear as it carried you in his long, pale arms back to the light, away from the cold cave where it cornered you, frightened and frozen, barely feeling your legs in the cold groundwater.

Oh, you knew you chose the wrong path when an enormous naga started chasing you in the forest, his scary green tail big enough to wrap around your body and suffocate you in a couple of minutes. Honestly, you had never even imagined such monster to exist in the first place: you would definitely prefer taking the mountain road despite it being far more difficult than the forest one.

As you kept running away, screaming and crying, pleading the creature not to bite you, he drove you to that nasty cave where you fell into the freezing waters, hurriedly scrambling to your feet before you felt the scales of his tail rubbing against your skin: the creature had already wrapped his tail around you, probably eager to squeeze your poor human body to death and have you for breakfast. When you turned your head and saw its sharp fangs glistening with saliva, you finally cried like a little girl.

"Please, don't bite me." You pleaded in a weak voice as the creature caressed your cheek with its oddly human fingers.

"Just once." It assured you softly, bringing his fangs to the crook of you neck. "It won't hurt too much."

Though you thought with a teeth like this it definitely would, the creature told you the truth: it truly didn't hurt as bad as you had imagined. It was quick, like a shot a healer would give you, and then you felt warmth spreading slowly from the place of the bite. It felt... strangely comfortable when you realized you were calming down despite the horror of the situation. Weren't the venom of a naga supposed to hurt terribly?

"It does hurt." The creature hummed, releazing you from his tail's grip and gently taking you in its arms when you weren't able to stand on your own, too weak from whatever it got into your system. "Not that I actually poisoned you, darling. Of course, since it's the mating season, I wanted to inject some aphrodisiac so you'd be more willing to accept me as your mate, but you were so scared I thought it's better to let you calm down and rest."

Oh. Apparently, you got yourself a pretty compassionate snake friend. Oddly enough, you felt you worries fading away in a matter of a couple of minutes, relaxing in the creature's hands. Was it some sedative he used on you? You thought it was, exhaling loudly and closing your eyes.

As he - it was a male, surely - carried you back to the sunlight, you snuggled against his warm chest, enjoying being carried as if you were a little girl. Mating season, huh? This naga male deemed you attractive enough to have you as his mate despite you being a human. It was definitely flattering, you thought when a man-serpent gently brushed your hair away from your face and smiled at you.

The human part of him was quite handsome, you had to admit - he had shiny brown hair slicked back, a pair of pretty dark eyes, pale skin and lips that were thin, but there was substance to them. Besides, even the snake part, that tail starting from his waistline, wasn't as frightening to you anymore: well, what of it if he was a naga? The world was full of peculiar creatures, and all of them deserved to live despite their scary looks.

"Where are you taking me?" You wondered when you saw him entering another cave, though much smaller one than where you tried to hide before.

"Hot springs." The man-serpent said with a little hiss, licking his lips with ahis long, girthy tongue. "You are totally drenched, precious. This is no good."

How sweet of him, you thought, relaxing in his arms and feeling your heartbeat totally coming back to normal and your body becoming weightless as whatever sedative he injected came to full force.

"Girls shouldn't get into cold waters. It's not good for your health." He kept talking quietly, lowering you to the ground near a little pond filled with warm water and starting to strip you of your drenched clothes. "But don't worry, these springs are very good. They'll keep you nice and warm."

You nodded to him, paying no attention when Peter, that was his name, bared your breasts, caressing them just ever so slightly before taking off your pants torn in the chase. Soon he left you completely naked, though he hadn't tried touching you inappropriately - well, almost. Instead, he got inside the pond and gently tugged you by the arm, making you slip on top of his tail as your body refused to move by itself. When you asked him if you'd always be like that from now on, he laughed at you, saying the effect would fade off soon. In the end, he only wanted you to calm down and relax.

"Is the water good for you?" The man-serpent asked, lowering himself into the pond so much you were now laying on his chest, your body almost fully covered by water.

You hummed with content, a huge serpent's tail in between your legs while you put your head on the man's chest, too. Oh, it was nice and warm, just as he said. You certainly loved this place, enjoying those little noises Peter was making when he started pouring water on the back of your neck, then your head, soaking your hair. Since you couldn't move much, he was willing to help you bathe.

"It's so sweet of you." You murmured, feeling pure bliss when he started scratching your head with his nails, his other hand caressing your back. "Thank you, Peter. You're lovely."

Apparently, nagas could be shy, too, as you watched him getting a little red from your compliment. Instead saying something, he just muttered a few barely audible words and flipped you, your back now laying on his chest while he kept washing your body, now caressing your breasts. His touch was so pleasant you mewled when Peter was rubbing your belly in circular motions, his hands so gentle and soft as if he was a healer, not a creature of the forest.

Inhaling the smell of your damp hair, he then paid attention to your hips, shaking his head disapprovingly when he saw the little scratches and bruises everywhere on your legs. "You're not taking good care of yourself." He said with regret in his voice, and you bit your lower lip, feeling a little guilty. "You're a girl, aren't you? You have to be kind to your body."

"I'm sorry." You murmured and licked your lips when Peter's hand clamped down your pussy, spreading your folds gently. "I didn't know how."

"It's alright. I'll teach you." He exhaled into your ear, making you giggle from the warmth.

He let you sat on his tail again, just so he didn't have to support your body, and then his hands drifted to your lower belly, rubbing your mound, then spreading your pussy wide and caressing it so tenderly as if he were your lover. When you though Peter was going to push his fingers inside a little further, he withdrew them and started touching you hips and thighs instead, washing the dirt and dry blood away.

Shit, you loved his hands. He was so gentle and attentive it made you sob.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Peter asked with concerned expression when he heard you, but you shook your head instead, a little embarrassed at the noise you made. "Oh, precious little thing, you're so sensitive. Did I make you hurt down there? Did I? I'm so sorry, darling. I know girls are very sensitive over there."

Strangely, you didn't feel shy when he spoke about something so intimate, nor you found odd that a stranger you barely knew was helping you bathe, all naked and completely helpless. Barely noticing how agreeable whatever he injected made you, you simply nodded at him, and Peter promised he will be more careful from now on.

When he touched your lower belly after that, his fingers barely brushing against your skin, you let out a little moan. He was so, so good. How did he know how to touch you, relaxing your strained muscles? As his arms moved to your back, attacking certain points and sensitive areas with his finger pads, you were ready to mewl, enjoying every touch and slowly melting on top of him.

"This feels like heaven." You mumbled with your eyes closed and feeling lightheaded. "Peter, I'm... oohh... so grateful to you. How can I thank you?"

If you opened your eyes and turned your head to face him, you would see him blushing yet sending you a slightly sly look, licking his lips. But you were in pure bliss, listening to the water washing over your relaxed body and unaware of what was on Peter's mind.

"I like kissing. If you want to thank me, maybe you could kiss me?" He asked you innocently enough, batting his long eyelashes at you as you giggled softly, finally turning your face to him.

"Kiss? You're so sweet, Peter. Of course, I"ll kiss you."

But before you leaned over, reaching to his face, he quickly dropped his head to you and claimed your mouth, spreading your lips with his long tongue and sneaking it inside. Swirling it inside your mouth, filling it full, naga licked it's insides, dominating over you and placing his warm hands on your breasts. If only you could gather yourself together and think what he was doing to you, you'd slap his hands away and try to escape, fearing of what the man-serpent could do to you... but your mind was empty when Peter kept kissing you, massaging your breasts tenderly and pinching your nipples.

When you finally thought he could accidentally suffocate you, Peter released you, letting your breathe.

"Can I ask you for one more favor?" He smacked his lips, licking them as he stared at you with his cheeks turning pink. "Please."

"Hmm? Y-yeah."

"Can you make love to me, precious? I know it's a lot to ask, but nobody's been coming to my place for such a long time." He sighed sadly, pressing himself closer to you. "All I want is just to feel somebody's warmth. Believe it or not, you're the only girl I've seen seen for the last couple of years."

He sounded to pitiful, you thought, watching him slowly becoming red with shame as he kept throwing shy glances at you, his lips glistening with salive as he licked them again and again, showing you his forked tongue. Poor little creature, he couldn't enjoy anyone's company for so long! Of course, you had to help him, you decided, thinking of how gentle he was to you all the time, surely knowing how to treat a girl right. Besides, what would you lose from spending some more time with him?

"It's alright, I guess." You slurred in a daze, turning your head to him and feeling him kissing your cheek.

"I'm so happy I met you." Peter murmured, then licking your ear with his long tongue as his hand crawled lower, touching your mound. "It's gonna be alright, I'll prepare both of your holes before, so you won't feel any pain."

"Woah, both?" For a couple of seconds your eyes widened: it appeared Peter was quite a pervert. You had never tried having sex like that before, and your expression turned a little anxious.

"Didn't you know? Oh, I'm so, so sorry." His low whisper made you tremble with want, his fingers already fucking your cunt. "Men of my kind have two dicks, darling. But don't you worry, you'll take both of them just fine."

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