#lift your chin king please i beg

[modawg]

with nico now seeing percy as just some guy i want the realisation and CRINGE of his behaviour to be brought up bc what was that boy doing

“Isn’t she a child of Athena? she should’ve known better🤷” WHATTTTTT??? WHATT? WHY WOULD YOU SAYY THAT LITERALKY WHYYY WHATTTTT

like i want him to have those moments where he’s now away from it but also close enough to that part of his life that he can just reflect and literally want to die

i want him to be so cringed out that he debates just going to percy and apologizing bc bro that shits EMBARRASSINGGG

[quin-ns]

Knuckle Velvet (Aegon II Targaryen x Reader)

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: Aegon is desperate for the love of the sister he truly wants, even if he has to take it

Tags: (18+), cw: non-con, cw: sibling incest, targaryen!reader, dark themes, choking, fingering, unprotected sex (obvi, it’s hotd times), hair pulling kinda, forced orgasm, aegon is lowkey pathetic but also threatening

A/N: first aegon fic. I’d been wanting to write for him but with the new season and him getting hotter (maybe he looks the same and I just got more into him idk) I had to write him

HotD masterlist + main masterlist

Aegon’s head weighed heavy on your lap, but even as your legs began to grow numb, you let him be. Your fingers lightly carded through his silver hair in the way you knew he wanted.

“I like it when you take care of me,” your brother had told you many times. It had to be the truth, given how often he’d seek you out just to curl up next to you.

Sometimes he’d sit like this, his head in your lap like some kind of dog, wanting his hair stroked and your words of assurance. He could fall asleep like this, or let tears slip down his cheeks. Other times he’d crawl on top of you and take the love he was desperate for. He could kiss away your silent tears, or muffle your cries with his lips.

Either way, he kept returning to you, begging for your attention and affection.

It might’ve been amusing, how weak he could be to you, if he wasn’t so terrifying at the same time.

Tonight, as Aegon muttered about his most recent council meeting, you thought perhaps you’d be spared his touch tonight.

“I should have been wed to you,” he muttered, voice holding onto a bitterness he had yet to let go. “I can stand your company and I already spend more time in your bed. I’ve suffered enough cruelty in my life, being allowed to marry who I please should’ve been a mercy I was granted. It makes no difference to our line.”

You had had this conversation many times to the point you were beyond tired of speaking about it. Helaena was the eldest sister, it had made sense to your mother and grandsire to pair the two together. They couldn’t have known the resentment that would build in the king.

Helaena was the correct choice for queen. You would not have the stomach for it. Helaena had already given birth to two of his children. Aegon was occasionally amused by them, but it was your sister that doted on them. She was a good mother. You didn’t think you could bring yourself to be. You were grateful to the maesters who would bring you tea and turn a blind eye to Aegon’s doings. The rumors that would circulate him would not ruin his future the way they would you. You’d yet to marry and if word got out you lacked virtue, you may never. You didn’t want Aegon to get the satisfaction.

You suspected Aegon no longer laid with his wife, and she was fortunate for that. If he loved you as much as he claimed and still had to kiss bruises in the morning, you didn’t dare to imagine what he could’ve done to her. She had given him a son and a daughter, and perhaps that was enough for him.

Aegon sat up and you flinched, even as he looked at you with tears in his eyes. You wondered if he recognized how insulting it was to hear him whine about his responsibilities, to listen to him say he loved you and list off the things he wanted to give you, only for him to not lift a finger for either. Duties went ignored. His love remained violent. You were tired. So very, very tired.

A hand found your face, fingers pressing into the skin of your cheek. Aegon’s thumb dragged down your lips, pulling the bottom one apart from the top. His gaze pierced yours as he let your lip go in favor of letting his thumb tilt up your chin when you tried to look away.

“Do you love me?” Aegon pleaded.

He stared at your mouth, waiting for you to speak. Your lips remained pressed together. Tears spilled further down his pale cheeks. Aegon’s face twisted as something other than just begging shined through his eyes.

Your lack of response rewarded you with a hand around the throat. Then again, you could’ve said exactly what he desired and received the same. He enjoyed his power over you as you’d never been one to fight back. At least this way you could remain somewhat defiant.

Aegon kissed you like he was trying to bruise your lips. His kiss was all teeth and tongue, forcefully claiming you as he left his mark. Aegon took what he wanted and cared nothing for charm or patience.

Hands fell to your shoulders, gliding over them for only a second before they pressed. Your back hit the mattress with a gasp. Aegon’s teeth found your neck as he crawled on top of you. The weight was already crushing. With each button on your gown he undid, the faster your heart raced.

“You are beautiful, sister,” he said, sounding wrecked already as he admired your naked body. You believed he meant it, but it didn’t spare you. “If only you weren’t being so stubborn with your words.”

Aegon’s hand on your neck was no more welcome than the first time he’d gripped it, but at least you’d grown better at controlling your breathing.

He made himself comfortable between your legs. The hand on your neck remained firm, while the other disappeared inside you.

You hated how he knew to do this. To prepare you for him. Something you were certain he’d learned at a pleasure house. That was the last thing you wanted to feel. At least if it hurt you could remind yourself you did not want this. You did not want Aegon to touch you or kiss you or fuck you. But when a warmth began to form inside you and slick coated his skilled fingers, your mind would always begin to blur and doubt crept in, while a smirk would appear on his lips. It happened every time without fail and this was no exception.

“You’ll have to speak to me sometime,” Aegon goaded, fingers stroking your walls. He leaned down over you, his lips pressing to your ear as he whispered, “Perhaps it’ll be when you scream my name.”

When, not if. Arrogance was a most undesirable feature of your eldest brother.

You tried to shut your thighs when Aegon withdrew his hand, but a harsh slap to your skin reminded you of your place. You grit your teeth and close your eyes as the head of his cock pressed into you. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done this, but it took your breath every time when he slammed into the hilt.

“Look at me,” he grunted. You could feel air hit your face, knowing his face was above you.

You cracked your eyes open when he squeezed your neck. His eyes would’ve been beautiful if they didn’t have such a lifeless quality to them.

Your throat bobbed against his hand as you swallowed, but no words left you. The sole purpose was to frustrate him. Tomorrow you’d speak to him as usual, but tonight, like you did some nights, you wanted to make your resistance known, even if his cock was buried in you.

He kissed you when he began to move. The hand on your throat remained as his lips attached to yours. His other hand groped at you, running over your hips, your waist, your breasts—anything he could touch. He thrust into you with power, forcing your legs apart. All you could do was lie there and take it.

Aegon breathed heavily against your mouth as your body welcomed him. Your mind had no say in the matter. Your warm, wet walls clung to his cock as he fucked you hard. Your legs wrapped around him without your say and that really drove him mad with lust.

His hand finally left your neck as both rose to run through your hair. Aegon’s hands were rough as he held your face in place by your scalp. Your winces of pain went ignored as usual. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room and your face grew even more heated at the sound of your own slickness that joined. He parted from your lips to watch your face.

“I can see your pleasure, sister. Your body does not lie. Your face does not lie.”

You wanted to turn your head but you could not. You gripped the sheets as he pressed into you harder with each motion, letting you feel the thick length of him inside you even longer. Your legs began to shake as heat throbbed in your belly.

“Ae—” you cut yourself off, but it was too late.

You’d begun to give him the satisfaction of winning but had snatched it away. Aegon wouldn’t have that. He couldn’t.

His eyes looked wild as Aegon fisted your hair. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say anything.”

One would have mistaken his tone for anger, or something else, but you knew what it truly was. The desperation in his voice might’ve conjured pity if he wasn’t busy splitting you open on his cock. His thrusts picked up again and you felt your body beginning to tighten around him.

Your back arched off the bed as his harsh movements forced your legs further apart to make room for him. Aegon was growing frantic, chasing his desires with fervor.

One hand stayed in your hair while the other snaked between your bodies. A moan tore through you when the palm of his hand pressed to the top of your cunt. Another trick you were certain had been taught to him to find the most pleasure. Your hips bucked down against him, the need from your body for the pressure causing it to act on its own.

It was all so overwhelming, the word slipped from your lips before you could think to stop.

“Aegon!” you cried out. You didn’t even know what for. Surely for him to stop, but a blinding pleasure began to rattle you. Your legs locked around him, holding him deep inside you as your body quivered and clenched around him. You could barely breathe as the feeling of release wracked your entire being in a sudden instant.

Aegon cursed above you, his breaths coming out harsh. He gave quick, sharp thrusts, barely able to move with the grip of your legs. You felt his cock throb of you before he spilled inside of you with a deep moan. He shoved his hips forward, encasing himself in your body as he forced you to ride out your pleasure alongside him.

Finally, when your vision began to clear, you forced your legs to drop. You laid limp beneath him as Aegon collapsed on top of you. You shivered as his face pressed to your neck. You clenched your teeth as he nipped at your bruised neck. You even felt a tear stream down your cheek.

“You love me,” Aegon stated. It was not a question this time. He lifted his head, silver hair sticking to his forehead as his eyes searched yours. “You can deny it, or refuse to speak it, but you do.”

Whether he believed that or not, you couldn’t be certain. He spoke with conviction, but as you left him without a response, you noticed the familiar glint of sadness in his eyes as he fought back tears of his own.

With a quiver to his voice he added, “And I love you.”

As much as your body ached and your neck throbbed, deep down, you knew with certainty that he believed he did.

[nishikiace]

in honour of the s1 OPLA success

sub! strawhats

[romance dawn crew, spoiler free]

Warnings: dom!reader, gn!reader, allusions to amab anatomy (can be read as strap)

p1 [p2]

[masterlist]

♂️

Luffy

(inexperience, overstimulation, grinding, thigh-humping, sloppy blowjobs)

this man is not experienced at all. you will absolutely have to take over and teach him how to use his body

he's so curious to learn though.. maybe a bit too much. his hands are everywhere on you - you have to guide him to wrap around you and press him down to stop him from wriggling

not shy at all. luffy will happily initiate and call you out even in public. he's not patient either

he's a man of instinct. he will instinctively grind down on your thigh while sucking on your tongue until he's shaking and whining and cumming all over your leg

doesn't really have a sense of when to stop and constantly overstimulates himself. always ends up with his face buried in your neck and eyes tearing up before you can even start fucking

hold him down and be real stern. he's a brat but only unintentionally because he's just so energetic and desperate to try more with you. set the pace slow when you fuck and he will sob into a pillow and writhe against you and demand more

SO loud. he cannot hold back his moans and squeaks at all - he's so new to these sensations you're wringing out of his body

avid eater. avid dick sucker. king of pirates but also king of sloppy blowjobs. he will absolutely moan as he gets his face fucked, spit running down his chin and smearing all over his cheeks. he WILL swallow

Zoro

(handjobs, nipple play, titfucking, breeding)

he's a bit shy in canon about this kind of stuff and you will have to initiate in private for him to agree. he gets too flushed and heated to have other people see him in that way

probably also quite inexperienced - his training and motivations don't leave much of his attention for sex. maybe experimented a little as a teen before joining the crew

give him a handjob or even just stroke his skin and he will turn away because he's too shy. blushes so easily

he's embarrassed by his body's reactions - his training is all about self discipline and stoicism, so sex with zoro is more about pushing him to let loose and give in to you

he hates being vocal and the only sign that he's turned on is deep panting and hitched breaths. but the more you touch him and suck his nipples and tease his cock, the more he will groan and whimper

listen we have all seen that 110cm breast measurement. please just shove him down and fuck his tits. they jiggle with every thrust and he is incredibly embarrassed and turned on to be used as a toy like this. he wants to be needed

and talking of being needed, there is something about the idea of breeding zoro and utterly claiming him that satisfies some feral possessive urge he has. lift up his hips and fuck him deep and slow and fill him up

he won't look you in the eye for a few days after some of this

Usopp

(solo masturbation, handjobs, begging, teasing, bathtub sex)

like zoro and luffy, I don't think usopp had many chances to experience other people in his village. he definitely experimented on himself though (country girls make do)

very nervous about sex with you and will babble and hype himself up until you shut him up with your tongue in his mouth. he will melt and shiver in your arms

lots of whimpers and nervous rambling, he is an overthinker and needs his thinking function fucked out

loves receiving handjobs and giving oral. he loves when you feel him up and make him fuck your fist - it's so much better than when he does it himself. he wants to please you so bad he will get down on his knees as thanks

please don't tease him, he might actually cry if its too much. or maybe do tease him just to hear his talking skills turn into begging you to just let him cum and stop because its too much and he feels like he's gonna die

I think fucking him slowly in the bathtub when he's too stressed and hearing him sob and choke in pleasure would be therapeutic for everyone involved

Sanji

(body worship, marking, rough sex)

as much as I wanna call this pathetic blonde man bitchless, where there's a will there's a way

he has definitely experienced some rough fondling on the baratie with passing customers in a hidden storage closet

so what he wants from you is trust and patience - take your time with him. he's a bit of a romantic; the pervert in him will only be brave enough later

body worship sanji like he deserves. lick and kiss down his collarbone and stomach and feel the muscles jerk under his skin as he tries to hold back his whimpers. suck and bite his powerful thighs and leave hickeys everywhere. mark this boy up, he's so sensitive and twitchy

sex with him really depends on his mood and how he perceives you. he wants to be slowly taken apart and ruined by you but he also wants his body bruised and your cock imprinted into his hole, hard. he wants you to consume him, mind and body, and he just really wants to be wanted 😔

flip him onto his stomach, shove his face into a pillow and fuck into him hard and fast. the stimulation of his cock rubbing into the bedsheets and his prostate being abused makes him go crazy, he will wail and moan like a whore

probably won't fuck in the kitchen because food and hygiene is sacred to him, but he'll let you fuck his mouth as compensation, if you can convince him

♀️

Nami

(making out, fingering, edging, cunnilingus, exhibitionism)

she is self aware and knows how to use her body to get what she wants. she will tease you with soft touches and a rising skirt and rile you up when she has an agenda

loves making out. the intimacy and build up of licking into your mouth and feeling her breath speed up and throbbing between her legs is addictive. she loves the chase and she loves getting what she wants

she's a little selfish when it comes to pleasure and doesn't have qualms about using you to get herself off. and everytime you deny her rubbing against you, she'll get more frustrated. bring that to the bedroom as well, by edging her for hours with your fingers, make her cry for you because fingers alone aren't enough

eat her out and when she comes, don't stop. fuck your tongue into her and suck her clit until she's bucking into your face and her thighs are spasming against your ears. if you can chain her orgasms, she will wail and grind into your face to ride it out longer

she can be loud but she's not ashamed. put one hand down her panties in a public alley and muffle her moans with the other. she gets so wet it will drip down her thighs. if she's wearing a skirt, you might have to clean it up so she can stumble back onto the ship

[nayomi247]

A Deal With The Devil

A/N: This came to me like a week ago right before I was about to fall asleep. I just knew I had to do it. NOT PROOF READ

Pairing: Lucifer/Human f!Reader

Contents: Smut, fluff, kissing, bondage, begging, biting, p in v sex, dirty talk, dom Lucifer, overstimulation, mentions of past abuse, confessions

Work below the cut🤞🏻

You never considered yourself to be religious, but there became a point in your life where you'd turn to anything. Even if you ended up on your knees with the devil himself's cock in your mouth.

As a human, you had a multitude of problems going on in your life, that including being in an abusive relationship with your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to leave, but you had no where to go. So, like any sane person, you turned to the devil. You offered him your soul for the disappearance of your boyfriend.

But he wanted more than just your soul. No one had the guts to summon him in years; and with his marriage falling apart... to say the least, this man was lonely. Well, one thing lead to another, and now here you sit, on your knees with the king of hell down your throat, both of your wrists tied behind you.

"Shit.." He groans, his hands holding the sides of your face as he shoves his cock further into your mouth. Your eyes water at the burning sensation down your throat. "Doin' so good for me princess." He whispers, running one of his hands through your hair. "That- fuck- tongue of yours is sinful."

Your eyes move up to meet his. He swears that just by the way you look at him he could cum right there. His cock begins to shake, heavy breathing and grunts falling from his lips. He quickly pulls out and moves back.

"You're so beautiful." He places a hand on your cheek. "On the bed." He commands. You comply, standing up and sitting down on the edge, not able to get up there very well considering the fact your hands are still tied.

He makes his way over to you, picking you up by your waist crawling further up the bed. He flips you over and places your head on a pillow, lifting your ass in the air.

He rubs his hand over your skin, kneeding at the soft flesh. "Are you ready?" He asks. You hum and nod the best you can. He lines himself up, ans slowly enters your dripping hole. A whimper falling from both his and your lips. He slowly begins to move, making sure to take his time with you.

You whine and bite your lip, loving the way he fills you up. He drags in and out, starting to quicken his pace lightly.

"Fuck-" He says lowly with a pant. "You like this hm? You like having my cock inside you?" He grins, eyes closing to revel in the feeling. You moan, tears starting to stain your newly puffy cheeks.

He leans down and bites lightly into your shoulder, soothing the spot with his tongue right after. You whimper at the familiar coil starting to tighten in your stomach. "S-so.. close." You manage to say. "Yeah I know pretty girl, I can feel you clenching around me." Lucifer responds, picking up his pace and grabbing your hands as a stabilizer.

"Please.." You babble, surprised you can even form a coherent thought. "Please, what baby?" Lucifer coos at you, rubbing your back with his free hand. "Please.. let me cum." You whine, drool dribbling down your chin and onto the mattress. "Tell me something first," Lucifer starts as he leans down close to your ear. "Tell me who makes you feel good."

"Y-you do.." You whisper. "What was that sweetheart?" He asks. "I couldn't hear you." His teeth sink back into your shoulder.

"You!" You cry "It's all you! Fuck-! It's you Lucifer!" Your eyes squeezes shut. "Good girl." He smiles to himself and pulls back, pace faster and more ruthless than ever before. You bite down on your lip hard as he thrusts into you like it's the last time he ever will get to. But you both know that isn't true.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, making you shake and cry out his name into the pillow. He brings his hand around to in-between your thighs, rubbing your clit to make sure you get the most of this. You whine, falling to the bed. He swells with pride, knowing he's the only one who gets to see you in this state.

After you've calmed down, he begins to move once more. You shake your head, breathing beginning to pick up once more.

"Luci I can't." You say "Trust me Angel, I know your limits." He coos, rubbing an arm, which is still tied behind your back.

His breathing starts becoming heavier, moans falling from his lips. You knew he was close. "Oh- Oh my stars.. fuck sweetheart, you're making me feel so good." He grunts, fucking you into the mattress with a brutal pace. Once again, your orgasm overtakes you, you cry out his name once again. He isn't far behind, snapping his hips forward one last time before finishing in you.

He pulls out and falls beside you, his chest rising and falling deeply. He reaches over and pull the rope, setting you free. You sit up, legs shaky as you crawl over to him. You fall atop him and sigh.

"Too much?" He asks, kissing the crown of your head. "Uh uh." You say with a shake of your head. He wraps his arms around your frame and starts to rub his hands up and down your back.

"Isn't Lilith expecting you soon..?" You question, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. He sighs and shakes his head. "She can wait princess." He smiles and kisses you lightly. You smile back at him, laying your head back on his chest. He holds you tightly against him. Then suddenly- "I love you." He whispers and you tense up, not expecting that.

His grip on you immediately releases and he starts stammering. "I- I.. shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should um-" He goes to get up but you cut him off with a kiss. He's taken aback, and it's shown on his face. You smile at him as he goes back to stammering, this time inaudible babbling.

"Shh." You shush him with another kiss, your hands moving to each side of his face. "I love you too, Lucifer." He finally stops, laying there for a moment. You can see him trying to work it all out in his head. You love him too?

He smiles widely, face flushed. He also places his hands on your cheeks and he brings his lips to yours with a passion and tenderness you've never known before now. You both lay there, limbs entangled and hearts full.

You don't care that he's married. Though he isn't truly yours, he would always have your soul; and you'd always have his heart.

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HELLO!!! First actual story is out! I'm actually really happy with how this turned out even if it wasn't my original vision. I hope you guys like it regardless🫶🏻

Requests are always welcome!!

[narcissistshandler]

More of Jake Kim x top!male reader please! Like the reader help Jake to unwind after a long day (and also can you please add 69 position too, like somewhere in the story?) Thank you in advance!

𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖*𝗖𝗞

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x jake kim/kim gimyung

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom!jake, 69, blowjob (jake giving reader), rimming and fingering (reader giving jake), anal sex, very light sub/dom dynamic alternating between sub/dom jake and sub/dom reader

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This one is another that was in my drafts for weeks because I got lost in the narrative, sorry for the delay

Not even if Jake wanted to he would be able to hide from you how tired he was, so even in front of your slightly worried look he just smiled as he let the bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, giving you that usual bright smile and fell into your open arms on the sofa in the living room. There were deep circles under his dark eyes, and even the daily phone calls weren't enough to make up for it when Jake spent the last few days away from home, training and looking to learn more about his dad.

"You need a shower," you said, arms tightening around his waist so you could hold him closer.

"Wow, thanks, I missed you too, [name]," he replied, feigning annoyance that broke within seconds as a chuckle escaped his lips. You weren't wrong though, Jake spent the last few hours on on a long journey in a stuffy bus because it was the last option if he wanted to get home today and Jake couldn't stand being one day longer away from you, from what was left of the Big Deal and from home.

"I missed you," you stated, lifting his chin with your index finger so you could take his lips in a kiss. "So much."

Jake melted against your chest, the weight in his shoulders seeming to melt away as your lips molded against each other. His mouth dropped open for you in a show of submission that didn't sit well with him. But Jake was damn tired and he couldn't think of anything better than to lay back and let you have your way with him.

You pulled back, breaking the kiss, your hands trailing down Jake's rigid back over the sweat-soaked t-shirt - from shoulder blades to coccyx.

"You're tense," you commented. "Dinner, shower and sleep?"

And as tempting as that offer was, Jake countered:

"Bath and you fuck me until I pass out?"

One of your hands came up to run through his hair and Jake could almost see the thoughts running through your head, but more than that, he could feel you slowly getting hard against his stomach and he almost instinctively moved to touch you, hand open falling over the tent that formed in your pants.

"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a soft moan, eyes darkening. "Okay, whatever you want, yeobo."

The freezing water under that Jake did his best to take a quick shower under and make sure his body was clean for you was unable to lessen the heat building in his body like flames slowly getting bigger. The odor of sweat was replaced by the smell of soap and water and when Jake pressed two fingers inside himself to make sure he was ready and clean for you, his dick reacted in an interested twitch even under the cold spray. That's when he decided he couldn't wait another minute.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, naked — as Jake had ordered you before entering the bathroom —, cock hard against the stomach with the head red and oozing, begging to be touched, you didn't however, never would dare touch yourself without Jake's express and clear permission and you hadn't received it in weeks.

It was hard to know which of you two was more looking forward to having the other after so long apart.

Jake dripped all the way from the bathroom to the bed, wet footprints and water droplets left behind on the floor and then onto the sheet as he climbed onto the bed. In erotic familiarity, placing each leg on either side of your hips and sitting on top of you, like a king on a throne. The feel of your bare skins touching sent an instant thrill through his veins.

Your hands landed on his hips, cocks mere inches apart. Jake melted under the attention, an almost basic need to be near you, under you or over you igniting all of his senses, more than he needed to breathe or eat or sleep or drink, he needed you and it was getting harder and harder keep thinking straight.

"How do you want this, jagiya?" The title of 'sir' or 'boss' or 'master' for when you felt more submerged and obedient than usual wasn't there today, although the lightness in your tone was the same as usual, a silent plea for 'please tell me what to do'.

"First," Jake began, gently rocking his hips. Your cocks rubbed together briefly, the sensitive tips bumping into each other and mixing the leaking pre-cum before Jake's hips drew back again. Your fingers tightened on his waist as you watched the lustful display. "Kiss me."

You did. You kissed him hard and longingly, wistful after all the days you spent apart, fingers sinking into his skin and pulling him against you as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

Jake's mouth opened easily for you, hand finding your hard cock that pressed against his. You were already wet for him, already oozing even though he barely touched you.

Jake's fingers barely closed around your cock and each pull drew familiar, erotic sounds from you that were lost in the kiss. He knew you made even more delicious sounds when his mouth was on you, when your cock worked its way down his throat at whatever pace Jake decided he wanted. His mouth watered at the faint memory of your smell and taste; hole tightening.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss and lowered his attention to watch the bulbous head of your cock disappearing between his thin, callused fingers, semi-transparent beads of pre-cum wetting them.

"I want you inside," he said, the honey-sweet words rolling off his tongue. "Get me ready for your cock."

You snarled like a wild animal and he felt your cock twitch in the grip of his hand. Jake can't help but laugh, proud of himself for having such an effect on you.

"Go get the lube and stop teasing me or I might come before I even get inside you."

"Dare and I'll put a chastity belt on you."

Jake gave you two last tugs, finding it difficult to stop touching you before getting off of you and crawling to the end of the bed where he could reach the lube on the nightstand among other toys stored there.

You fixed your pillow and moved to lay on the bed, patting your chest. "Come here."

He went with a wide, perverted smile on his thin lips, handing the lube into your hands before positioning himself as you wanted.

Your free hands soon returned to help him position himself, pulling him back until his ass was close to your face. Jake's legs sank bent into the mattress, wet cock dragging against your chest and your own cock ending up at a tempting distance from his face. Despite the excitement bubbling in his stomach, the new position brings a flush to his cheeks. Jake couldn't stop thinking about how he must look in your eyes, all open and exposed and within easy reach of you; tight balls visible between the legs and hole twitching where you could now see with your hands holding his ass cheeks apart. Embarrassment aside, he really liked it.

Your breath hit against the wrinkled muscles, a mere forewarning of what was to come before your tongue made the first contact. Jake melted with a loud groan, falling completely flat on top of you, all strength seeming to leave his body.

Your fingers dig into his skinny ass, spreading it further apart as your face sinks against him, your tongue, wet and soft and so good, rubbing against the tightly contracted muscles, licking and kissing and making his hole a mess of saliva and spit. Completely dirty.

His entire body shudders under the stimulation and your tongue is fucking him, pressing its way inside and the muscles in his legs immediately tense, rocking back powerless against the heat of your mouth as he struggles to get more of your tongue, needy. And it's not enough and at the same time it's so much, so much and he wants more, deeper, more-

Jake knew he was being loud, he knew he was being damn loud and damn needy as he rocked back against your mouth, one of his hands reaching behind to help keep himself open as he felt one of your fingers easily slide inside his relaxed hole, and then another one. He had missed it. Missed you, the sex with you.

With his other hand, Jake took your cock and brought it to his mouth, eyes falling closed as the familiar weight slid into his mouth and onto his tongue, the bitter taste of your pre-cum making him moan as soon as it hit his senses.

Your tongue pressed inside him, right between the two fingers you held scissors apart inside him and a muscle in his leg jumped. He could feel his hole opening and closing, tightening around the intrusion, the combined sensations of your fingers and tongue eliciting a insane pleasure from him.

Mind overheated, Jake didn't even notice that his mouth had stopped working. He just kept your cock in the heat of his mouth, making no move to suck or lick. Like your personal cock warmer, saliva pooling on his tongue and eyes drooping shut in an attempt to deal with the intensity of your touch, he gave in to the sensations. It was a strange thought that didn't scare him, if Jake could pick his paradise then this would be it: rationality turned off with sweetness by your hands and mouth, body being used by you.

Jake's cock dripped nonstop, occasionally twitching where it was pressed between your and his bodies. His feet sank into the sheets, legs trying constantly to close, body continuing trying to curl and tighten in involuntary reactions.

Your fingers slid along the sensitive walls, just a little deeper, seeming to play with him; in, out, rubbing and pressing, until your fingers curled inside him, hitting his prostate and a moan died in Jake's throat.

His entire body was so hot Jake didn't even notice his cock spilling out. The orgasm came easy and smooth, coursing through him in gentle shock waves that had his hole clenching around your fingers so hard it felt like it wanted to suck on them. Moans echoed around your cock in his mouth, spittle running down his parted lips and then chin.

You gently rocked your fingers in and out of him, helping him ride out the orgasm, wet tongue sloppily licking the rim that clung to your digits. Jake clamped his lips around your cock, sucking weakly as small shock waves ran down his spine. His dick twitched again, spilling every last drop onto your chest, his balls squeezing tightly.

Then your fingers were gone, leaving him devastatingly empty. A whimper rose all the way up his throat.

“Shhh,” you shushed him. "Hush now, love."

Your firm hands moved up to his hips, moving him off of you with an ease that never failed to make Jake's mind short circuit. He loved it when you moved him. He went easily, mouth now empty, letting you lay him down on the bed, chest against the sheets, muscles relaxed and malleable under your power.

"I'm going to fuck you now, yes?"

Jake groaned, gripping the sheet between his fingers, eagerly spreading his legs for you.

He couldn't force himself to form coherent words and he didn't even need to, all that existed was the fat head of your cock wet with Jake's saliva pressed against the open, relaxed rim.

Then you sank inside him, with one thrust. Jake felt his muscles being stretched with a burning sensation that sizzled through his spine, your cock pushing its way in until it sits completely deep inside, your hips resting against his ass. The preparation hadn't been enough to rid him of the pain, you both knew that the burn of stretching always left Jake trembling, yearning for more.

“So tight for me, Jake,” you murmur, lips against the heated skin of his shoulder. "So good, so sweet, such a pretty whore."

Jake sobs at the praise, eyes falling closed as he surrenders to the overwhelm of being filled, the sensation almost too much, leaving him trembling beneath you, sweet hole quivering and twitching, sweat running down the back of his neck.

And you just stay there, weight steady against his lean back, rolling your hips against him without rushing, feeling Jake's hole opening and relaxing gently against the pressure, like he was made for this, like he was made for your cock and nothing else.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Slave

Pairing: Dark Viserys Targaryen III x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Your job is to obey orders, even if they are wicked ones. 

WARNINGS: Noncon (blowjob); Power Abuse.

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“Go on, I don’t have all day.” Viserys urges you, his hand pushing your head forward.

You hesitate for a moment, fighting the nausea that rises in your throat at the sight of his cock, nestled between a small set of blonde hairs.

“Don’t you know what an honor this is for you? To touch the Dragon? It’s a privilege few people have.” Viserys impatiently says, his hand repeating this motion and this time he forces your head forward until your lips touch the tip, a blissful sigh coming from him.

The salty taste has you grimacing, but the man only pushes his hips forward, forcing you to open your mouth as he slides all of his length.

Your eyes widen as the intrusion makes it impossible for you to breathe and you slap his thighs, shiny eyes begging for some mercy. 

The Targaryen man doesn’t pull out, instead starting to slowly move in and out of your mouth, ignoring your gags. Your spit gathers in your lips, cascading down your chin and neck, making a mess.

“Such a soft mouth.” He compliments, voice thick with lust. The small candles around the room cast shadows to his face, eyes lightening up with a spark of desire and insanity.

Perhaps the stories speak the truth and all Targaryen’s are mad.

“Just like that, suck all of it. Like the good slave you are.” his remarks are mean and soon tears are copiously falling down as he keeps fucking your mouth at a steady pace, small whines lifting into the hair.

The tension in your jaw worsens, the same with your knees hurting from the unpleasant position and you speed up, the sudden motivation having you bobbing your head back and forth, earning a jolt from Viserys.

“Oh, gods. Fuck, you’re better than what I though.”

You keep up the frantic motion, ignoring the way you feel so lightweight from the lack of breathing.

Sticking your nails into his thighs, you scratch until the blood comes out and you’re rewarded when Viserys hisses. 

It doesn’t take long before his body goes limp and you receive a few broken moans and a splash of his seed.

Immediately pulling yourself back, you throw a fit of coughing.

“Aren’t you a little minx? Didn’t know you’d be such a cock-sucking whore.”

You look up, Viserys taking deep breaths as he smiles at you, pleased. You yearn to slap him, to spit on his face. But you hold yourself.

He’s a man.

Men always get away with everything.

While you’re just a slave.

“Don’t worry, when I’m King I can get you a spot as my royal concubine.”

[thenasoneshots]

Lucifer/Alastor Oneshot - A Tale of Two Dads

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Angst

Reader's Relations: Alastor’s ex-girlfriend

Warnings: Spoilers for eps 7-8 of season 1! This was written the say those two came out

Other notes: Don’t ask how I thought of this…Somehow, my brain fixated on these two, and well oneshots is what happens when my brain gets fixated on characters.

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“You absolute bastard, Alastor!” I shouted once he’d shown up at Charlie’s hotel, seven years after leaving, “You leave for seven years and all you have to say is ‘hi’?! Someone hold me back before I fuck his face up!”

“Hello, My Dear, it’s good to see you too.”

“Fuck you,” I retorted, making eye contact with him, in an easy feat due to the fact I was the same height as him. He just smirked at me, using his microphone to lift my chin, an unnecessary thing due to the fact I was already looking at him, “Now now, that’s not the right way to talk to me, is it, My Dear?” I didn’t respond, instead I just growled and tried to punch him continuously, him dodging every blow I attempted to make.

“You should know that’s not going to work, (Y/n).”

“Fuck. Off. Before. I. Kill. You. Myself. Bastard. I’ve had to deal with a child that you-”

“Mama? What’s going on?”

My head immediately shot around to see Alianna standing at the bottom of the stairs, the seven-year-old rubbing her eyes as if she’d just been woken up. I gave Alastor another glare before rushing over, “It’s okay, Sweetie. Nothing you need to worry about,” I spoke, ruffling her red hair.

“You always say that!”

“I say that because most of the time, you don’t need to worry ab-”

Alianna cut me off, asking the question I had wished she would never have to ask, “Is he my Papa?”

If I’d been drinking something, I would definitely have spat it out in shock, “Now now, Ali, that’s something you don’t need to worry about you. You can learn more about your father when you are older.”

She pouted for a few seconds before, “Okay, I’m older!”

I chuckled, “I meant in a few years, now back to bed with you.”

Alianna sighed and nodded, running off back upstairs towards our room in the hotel. I let out a sigh of relief and stood up, turning around, only to have Alastor directly in my face, “For fuck sake, stop doing that, you bastard,” I shouted, punching him in the arm.

“Why should I stop when I get-”

“Were you listening to our conversation?”

“It was kind of hard not to, (Y/n)... I think you owe some people an explanation, and I’d be happy to loosen up your strings a bit if you know what I mean,” I heard Angel’s voice saying before I saw one of his arms dangling in front of my face and, what I guessed was another, on my head.

I rolled my eyes, “How many times, Angel? I’m not interested in you. Stop trying,” I growled, shoving him off me, “But, I guess you’re right about the explanation. This Radio Demon Bastard here,” I paused and pointed over in Alastor’s direction, “Is Alianna’s father. She doesn’t know, so please keep it quiet. I’m begging you.”

“You can always beg more, (Y/n). If you catch me drift…”

“Angel, shut up for once. Not the time for your sexual fantasies.”

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“Alianna. No. Get back here right now!” I shouted, running up and pulling her off Lucifer gently, “I am so sorry, Sir. She got out of my sight. I apologise again.”

“It’s alright. She’s cute anyway. Much like her mother.”

I felt my face turn red as I looked away, but before I could say anything, Alastor was in front of me, glaring down at the Short King of Hell, “She’s mine. Get away.”

“Oh really?” Lucifer questioned, before walking around the Radio Demon and up to me, taking my hand in his, “Because there’s nothing on her hand to show she belongs to anyone,” he finished, bringing my hand up with his and kissing it, “But if she really is ‘yours’, she has had ample opportunity to stop my advances, and isn’t so…”

“I do not belong to anyone. You,” I turned and glared at Alastor, “May be Alianna’s father, but it doesn’t mean that I am ‘yours’. As a matter of fact, you lost all rights to even seeing her when you left, so you can just go away and leave me alone!” I shouted.

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A few days later, I found a(n) (F/c) rubber duck sitting on my bed, along with a note. “I wasn’t messing around when I said you were cute, I meant it. Call me? L.” there was a phone number at the bottom and I giggled. I knew it was probably wrong as he was Charlie’s dad, who was my best friend… But he’d made an impression on me. So I added the number to my phone under the nickname ‘Short King’, and sent a message, “I got your note. Thanks for the duck. How’d you know (F/c) is my favourite colour?”

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I groaned in pain as I lay on the ruins of the hotel, after having come face to face with one of the angels, blood seeping from my side. It was just as I was losing consciousness, that I saw a flash of white in front of me, fighting off the angel.

LUCIFER’S POV

Once the angels had retreated, I turned back to (Y/n) to see her unconscious, with blood surrounding her. Immediately, I retracted my wings and knelt beside her, realising she’s been severely wounded, “(Y/n)? Please wake up. You have to. (Y/n), please. I- love you.”

“Dad?”

I looked up to see Charlie standing there, a saddened smile on her face, “You can’t bring her back.”

“Is there nothing?! No one can bring her back?” I asked, despair wreaking through my voice, as I felt tears cascading down my cheeks.

“I’ve got one idea… but it’s a long shot, so don’t get your hopes up,” Charlie replied, running off. She came back a few minutes later, dragging a girl behind her, who seemed to be complaining, “Charlie! I told you, I can heal, but I can’t combat the second death!”

“Just try. For me? Please?”

“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work if she’s dead, Charlie!”

“Try though? Please, Brianna?”

“Fine, I’ll try, but no one get their hopes up,” the brunette replied as Charlie pulled her over. I noticed Brianna take a deep breath before kneeling on (Y/n)’s other side, cracking her knuckles, “I’ll say it again if she’s truly dead, then this isn’t going to work, but I’m going to need help,” she paused and turned her attention towards me, “May I ask for your help, Sir? This will only work if I have the help of someone she loves.”

“M-me? I-Isn’t there someone else that she loves? Like her daughter?”

The brown-haired demon just chuckled in response, “I mean it’s got to be romantic love, not platonic love.”

“Oh... Wait a minute, do you still want me to help? As much as I hate to say this, shouldn’t you be getting that Radio Demon to help? In the sense that he’s the father of her daughter, therefore she must love him.”

“As a matter of fact. I know she hates me. She lit-”

“Alastor’s right, Dad. You may not have realised, but that duck you gave her has pride of place in her room. Every day she makes a point of dusting it, and no one’s allowed near it. I’m surprised it’s not in a locked box that only she has access to. She wouldn’t have kept it if you didn’t mean anything to her. Plus you deserve to be happy as well,” Charlie spoke, placing a hand on my shoulder and kneeling beside me, “Trust me. You’re the one we need to bring (Y/n) back.”

“Well? Are you going to do this or not? We don’t have much time left.”

With a final boost of confidence from Charlie, I nodded, turning to Brianna, “Okay.”

She smiled, “Okay. In that case, I need you to place both your hands above where her heart is and keep your eyes closed. Can you do that?” I nodded, doing as she asked me, remembering to close my eyes.

YOUR POV

I woke up with a start, and I lifted my head in shock, but before I could say anything, I’d been wrapped in a hug, “(Y/n)!”

“O-oh.. hello, Mr Lucifer. I-It’s good to see you too,” I replied as he continued to squeeze the living Hell out of me, “C-can you let me go though? Personal space.”

“Sorry! I’m just glad you’re okay,” he started, letting me go as his face turned the same colour as his waistcoat, but before I could mention it, Charlie had spoken up, “See, Dad? Told you it was you that she loved.”

“CHARLIE!” I all but screamed, “HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?! You better start running. I don’t care if you’re the Princess of Hell, telling someone that your friend has a crush on them is not funny!” I continued, standing up and starting to chase after her, but before I could get too far I felt a gloved hand wrap around my wrist and pull me backwards, spinning me around, before I felt pressure on my lips. It took me a second to process, but once I did I wrapped my arms around the King of Hell’s neck and kissed him back.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/n).”

I grinned widely, “Still embarrassing that it took your daughter to get us together though.”

“I have something for you, (Y/n)...”

“Let me guess… is it another rubber duck?” I asked, my voice laden with sarcasm. Lucifer’s face turned red as he looked at me a shocked expression on his face before out of thin air, a small box appeared. Lucifer took it in his hands before handing it to me, “I-I’ve been working on them since I left you the first one… I hope you like them.” I smiled and took the lid off, my eyes widening with glee at the sight of the small family of ducks. Two adults, one a light yellow, the other a (H/c) colour with lashes painted around the eyes, with two baby ducks, one the same colour yellow as the adult, also with eyelashes, and the other a red colour. I giggled at the meaning behind the colours, the adult ducks supposed to represent me and Lucifer, and the two baby ones representing Charlie and Alianna, and hugged the blonde male in front of me, “I love them, thank you. I know exactly where these are going,” I spoke, pecking Lucifer on the cheek after leaning down to do so, whispering in his ear, “Short King.”

“I am not that short!”

“Hmmm. Compared to me, you are,” I smirked, “Now, who wants to rebuild this hotel?”

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The ending was not how I imagined it, but at least it didn’t go over 2000 words… This was originally supposed to have more Alastor x Reader in too, but it didn’t fit with the plot I was going with.

[txemptress]

“Saintess?” The demon of a man before you coos as he comes closer. He seemed so innocent, his feigned innocence made your skin crawl.

His silken robes are splattered with blood, the same blood of your fellow saints. You couldn't even bear to look into his eyes. Estes stood there, watching you tremble like a leaf in the wind. A dark, wicked grin is on his face while his eyes are full on black with purple pupils.

What was once the sleeping king of the elves was now one possessed and controlled by the demons who have overwhelmed the temple's regions.

A step then another was made as he inched closer towards your shaking figure. Your hands are clasped together for you had been in prayer. And yet when he realized this, he only did so much as laugh.

“How adorable of you to think that the gods can hear you pray and give you help at a time like this...” He continues to step closer while he practically purrs those words. “Need not worry, my darling saintess. I’m not going to hurt you.” He finally reached you, leaning down so he can caress your soft supple skin.

You flinch when his fingers make contact with your skin, cringing with disgust. It took every bit of your willpower not to wrench his hand away from your face.

“W-What do you want from me?” You demand, trying to act tough and failing miserably in doing so. You're still trembling and your voice shakes as you speak. Not to mention, it was very faint and weak due to your fright.

He graces you with a laugh as he continues stroking your cheek, his index finger lifting your chin so that you could meet his fearsome gaze. “I want you.” His answer was so simple and so straightforward. It made you shudder.

Why so? Why you of all people? Sure, you were supposed to ascend to the position of high priestess when the time is right but now that this has occured that time will never happen. This made your heart sink but you remind yourself that the Moon Gods made this happen.

“Why?” You croak out, tears filling your eyes as you feel so scared and pressured to stay right here with him. But he gently wipes those tears away and stares at you with his eyes that filled with you with horror. Those eyes... They looked horrifying, yet strangely had some sort of comforting message in them.

He shakes his head and doesn't answer anymore. Instead he stands, stays there for a moment and then surprises you by dragging you by the hair.

You shriek in pain as your arms flail, trying to free yourself from his unhindered grip. A futile attempt. You find yourself being dragged to the body of the once high priest. His eyes are milky white as his corpse lay there, blood oozing clearly from the mark that travelled from his stomach to his neck.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, you can't bear to look anymore. You shut them tightly, trying not to cry but also trying not to vomit from the stench of blood and body fluids that fills the air.

“Look. The high priest is dead, your time has come to ascend.” Estes’ voice is void of any emotion as he pulls you back by the hair harshly. “I said look.” His voice made you shake your head as you begin sobbing uncontrollably.

“Look or I will make you.” This is his last warning. His voice implies it. You sniffle as your eyes fly open in fear of him doing worse than he already is. The combination of the gruesome sight of the high priest's dead body and the stench that emitted from it made bile start coming up from your stomach.

“Please...no more.” You beg him to not let you look any longer. He nods, satisfied by your obedience and drops you. Your body falls in between the dead, your feet and hands scrambling to get yourself up.

He stands by you, watching. As if he waits for you to do something that annoys or infuriates him. You don't say anything though which gains a rather satisfied smirk from him. His hand moves to grab your hair again, reeling you back so you can face him instead of the bodies around you.

“It will be like this from now on. You will obey my orders, and if you fail well...” He gestures to the bodies piled up around them. “I will drag you back here so you can reflect on your misdeeds.”

You sniffle as you nod, remaining silence for your own safety. He smiles eeriely as he motions you to follow him.

The sky is blood red outside and there are the audible cries of the moon elves fighting for victory against their opponents, the demons. The fight is failing. The king only smiles at that. You can only pray that it doesn't get worse than this.

➷ ( notes ) — no tags at the moment so I'll just give a little insight on this. I thought of making a fic about Estes falling into the hands of the demons and him being controlled by them, now being in the dark side instead of light. Thank you all for reading fully, if you did! If you'd like to be tagged via ask, comment or message. See you in the next fic, thank you for reading! ❀

➷ ( characters ) — estes, mobile legends. ❀

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello hello hello! Behold, another chapter, I know these ones are quite heavy, and so I am doing my best to post as often as I can so that we aren't all left in the pit of despair. <3

Chapter 76: Unlikely Ally 

The soft brushing of hands through your hair drew you up to the surface of consciousness, a gentle stirring that did not jerk you to the front, but caressed you. Sandalwood and musk, smoke and leather, hints of dragon, all curled around you, creating a feeling of safety. 

It was him.

It was okay.

It was over.

Your eyes cracked open, your limbs heavy and tires as you looked up.

Long silver hair, deep black leather robes, a scar through cheek and forehead, a shining sapphire eye and a stormy violet one. Aemond sat as he had the day before, back stiff and seeing eye still on the chamber doors. 

He had not slept.

And he had not taken his eye from the doors, not even for one moment.

His other hand however, was not clutching the side of the chaise as it was when you drifted to sleep, but instead cupped your face, thumb smoothing the soft skin along your jawline.

You blinked at him and shifted, dull pain sparking in your neck, and throbbing through your core. At your stirring, the Prince turned his sight away from the door, to cast his eye down to look at you, jaw clenched as his gaze slipped to the bruises upon your neck.

Slowly you moved to sit up, ignoring the way your body begged to stay still, to keep laying on the chaise, to go back to rest and exist in a world of non-existence. To sleep in the emptiness void and bask in the silence of your dreams.

Your uncle made room for you to sit beside him, feet moving down to brush against the cold stone floors.

“Easy.” Aemond breathed as you winced from the movement, your eyes finding the fireplace, with no sight of Lucerys or Helaena.

They were gone.

He lifted his hand to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, evidently pleased that you did not flinch at his touch. But how were you to flinch when you had no one else to go to.

There was an emptiness that settled in your chest, a hollowness that lingered around you and had not left, despite his presence. 

Aemond's violet eye searched your face, looking at your profile before he whispered your childhood name to you. A soft coo. A gentle command. A come hither of the kindest notion.

You turned your head to face him, and watched as he softly gripped your chin, tilting your head up, pain in the movement of it, allowing him to see the bruises that marred your neck. 

Cause by his brother. 

The King.

He breathed a sharp breath through his nose as he looked at the purple blotches. Long angry lines marked the shape of fingers around your neck, pink and purple blooming around the skin, with tinges of yellow creeping along the edges.

“Skoros ēza ziry gaomagon naejot ao.” What has he done to you, He murmured, and you shut your eyes.

You didn’t want to think of what he had done to you.

You didn’t want to think about the feeling of his hands on you.

The feeling of him inside of you.

A knock rattled the wood of the doors, echoing in the solemn space. You jumped beside him, heart lurching in your throat as you spun to look at the entrance.

It was him.

He was back.

He was back.

It was not o-

“It’s alright.” Aemond whispered before turning his head, but his posture said anything but it. His spine had stiffened more than it already was, and he looked as though he was ready to jump from his spot beside you. It set you on edge.

“Come.” His voice boomed across the room.

The two large doors opened, and the knight who guarded your chambers entered meekly, eyes on the floor, not daring to look at you or Aemond. 

Where was he?

Had he heard?

Did he know?

“My Lord, My Lady.” He greeted you both, finally raising his eyes to look across the room. “The King has requested your presence this morning to dine with the Small Council.”

The King.

The King.

To Dine.

To Dine.

The King.

The words caused nausea to roll through you, tears springing to your eyes. Please Gods, not again. Please. Please. Your breath quickened as you stared, heart racing against your ribcage.

Aemond inhaled deeply, with anger. 

“Has he commanded it?” He growled.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Leave.” Aemond grunted.

The world around you got smaller.

The King. 

The King.

You were to see him again. 

Two large hands grasped your face and turned you to gaze upon Aemond’s. 

“Paghagon, zaldrītsos.” Breathe.

A sob broke through you as you tried to steady your breathing.

The King.

The memories of him on top of you.

His grunts.

His hands.

His-

Aemond murmured your nickname and you looked into his eye.

“Do not show that him that he has broken you.”

One hand released your face and came down into your lap, pulling your hand into his own, finger sliding up and down on the scar of your palm.

It was intimate, it was soft, and it grounded you. 

“I promise, he will not touch you again. I give you my word.”

You said you wouldn’t leave.

You promised I would be safe.

Your breathing quickened again.

You said I would be okay.

I told you.

I told you.

I to-

“Where is your fire?” His eye searched your face.

You blinked at him, tear rolling down your cheek. 

“Skoriot iksis ñuha zaldrītsos?” Where is my little dragon?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Snuffed out.

Tired.

Broken.

“Gone.”

“You and I both know that is not the case.” He whispered, thumb still smoothing the scar on your palm, “Iksā se ānogar hen Uēpa Valyria. Perzys dakogon rȳ ao. Iksā se tala hen Rhaenyra Targārien, se se Rogue Dārilaros."

You are the blood of Old valyria. Fire runs through you. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the Rogue Prince.

Aemond leant forward, eye determined and shadowed as he spoke, with conviction, slowly, sternly, and reverantly.

"Iksā ñuha ābrazȳrys.” You are my wife.  

My wife.

You blinked again, heart still thumping a racing rhythm in your chest.

“My wife is not weak. My wife is not broken.” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed it back, trying to calm the awful anxiety that caused your stomach to tie up in knots.

“We will dine with the King, and we will show him… Who you are.” 

Who you are.

Who are you?

Zaldristos.

Dracarys.

You sniffed and nodded, swallowing thickly as you began to push down the tide of overwhelming terror.

Where was your fire?

Where is your fire?

Where?

The Amala and Joanna came to dress you, and had sat you gently at the vanity to brush and braid your hair together, both there to support you. There to offer you support with their mere presence alone, and although it did not relieve the trepidation that you had, their non verbal show of care was a stepping stone you had not known you needed. 

When you looked at yourself in the vanity, your eyes scanned the bruises along your neck and the visual state of your wellbeing. Your eyes were dark, heavy shadows beneath them, and your cheeks had lost a fullness to them, as though the life had seeped out of you. 

The bruises told a story of its own.

Dark purple blotches of fingers along your neck stood out as a reminder to you, mauves and blues pressed harder in some places than others, like splatters of paint, and yellow bleeding at the edges. You had to suck in a shaken breath and turn your head away, not wishing to look at the evidence of his touch on your flesh.

It is over.

It is over.

The gown they dressed you in was high necked to cover the bruises, to hide his crimes. To hide the horrors that you had to endure. To hide your sorrow

The dress was long and heavy, sleeves tight against you with silk threads of black flames that were embroidered along the sleeves, skirt, and bodice. The high neck buckled at the front with silver clasps, and a large chain of Valyrian steel was secured around your waist, the head of a dragon biting down on its own tail.

When you were dressed, you sat once more in front of the vanity and looked at yourself. 

Though the dress hid the bruises that marred your body, your face betrayed you with your hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks. But the gown helped in a false sense of power and pride, and the hair made you feel closer to your family in a moment when you needed them most. 

Do this for them. 

Do this for them.

What more could be done?

The worst has already happened.

Endure.

Endure.

Endure.

“Are you ready?” Aemond stood behind you, one hand on the side of your shoulder where his thumb rubbed against the junction of your neck. 

You swallowed.

Were you ready?

You would never be ready.

But you had to be. 

For them.

For yourself.

You nodded and stood, turning to face Aemond. 

Shock crawled through you.

Today, he was not in his leather robes that he always wore.

Today Aemond wore something similar to you.

All black.

Your eyes roamed over his body.

The tunic and pants were similar to yours with a black vest tightened at his front. Large silver clasps held the tunic and vest together, and from one point of his shoulder down to his waist was another steel chain.

One dragon head on each end, their jaws biting down on the black to hold to the material. 

Aemond was wearing black.

Not his black leathers.

But black robes.

Matching black robes.

He was wearing your colours. 

Aemond’s eye was half hooded, and his sapphire eye twinkled lightly as he shifted his head to look at you. His hair had been braided back, away from his face and fastened at the back of his head half up and half down. 

It reminded you of your father.

The Prince held out his hand to you, palm up. The scar ran across the expanse of his large hand, the pink skin raised and delicate. His hands were so much larger than yours, and he had calluses from years of sword training, and the wear of Vhagar's reins upon his skin. 

Placing your own in his, you felt the two of your ceremonial scars press together.

As one.

And so you walked together, as one, in unlikely circumstances fated by the Gods or others, to the small Dining Hall.

His grip grounded you as you counted the steps. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

You breathed in with every second step and out with every fourth, trying to set an easy rhythm to concentrate on and follow. 

The walk passed quickly, and by the time you stood in front of the two doors, Aemond’s eye was set on the entrance in front of him, his hand tightening around yours painfully. You watched as his jaw clenched, and the lips you had come to chase, pursed.

“Dracarys.” Came the familiar whisper of Lucerys.

Dracarys.

Dracarys.

The doors opened, and you struggled to keep your fear in check, but you pushed it down, as you had many times before. As you have always had to do. And the cold steel mask that you had grown accustomed to wearing in your time, since even before the war, slipped on.

There was something about entering a chamber full of the Greens Small Council, and having all eyes on you. All eyes on the treaty bargaining piece, and her husband, the One-Eyed Prince, dressed head to toe in matching robes of black. 

A symbol of unity.

A symbol of rebellion. 

A symbol of hope.

When your eyes landed on Aegon, your stomach lurched into your throat, hand jerking in Aemond’s grip, who thankfully kept it tightly in his as you ascended the small stairs.

Aegon continued to stare at the both of you, a wide smirk on his pale face as he looked at the state of your dress, focusing on the neck of the gown, which split his face into an even wider smile. 

“Brother! Welcome home.” The King boomed.

Alicent sat nervously at the seat beside him, hand tucking a thumb into her palm on the table. A nervous habit.

Aemond did not reply, and pulled out the seat for you to sit in. You sat down and held your breath, heart rising in your throat as your eyes could not tear themselves away from your eldest uncle. 

“How do you fare, niece? You look unwell.” Aegon falsely asked, and the shift in the chambers was palpable. 

You swallowed thickly, teeth grinding down against one another in your jaw as you dug your nails into Aemond’s hand.

Dracarys.

“Tired, Your Grace." Your voice crackled, "Aemond’s return was swift and unexpected. We had much to catch up on.” You felt your teeth slide across each other roughly.

Aegon grinned, “I am sure you did.”

Otto inhaled deeply, and Aegon leant back to snap his fingers at the servers, having them bring the food to the table. 

The food was brought over and piled high, the smells of the meats and fruit turning your stomach. There was even a bowl of starfruit on the table, which you dared to not touch. But most notably, there was a large roasted pig sat in the middle in front of you and Aemond. You felt his own hand clench in your grip, whilst Aegon watched with bright eyes, waiting for the reaction he desperately sought out. 

“Mother, a prayer?” Aegon looked to Alicent, who’s eyes nervously danced between all of you. 

You wondered who else in the Small Council had known of what had happened. 

Anger began to stir inside of you, and Lucerys’ whispers got louder.

Dracarys.

“May we pray to the Crone for wisdom in these times, may she carry her lantern to us to guide the path in which we move forward. May-“

“We pray to the Mother,” Aegon began, interrupting the Dowager Queen, and all eyes flicked up to him, “For a healthy babe and fertile womb for the Princess.”

It was a blur of black and green.

Black and Green. 

Green and Black. 

“Hen Kasta, Hen Zōbrie.” Of Green, Of Black, Helaena whispered.

The world around you spun.

Breath caught in your throat, the sound of guards being summoned and the yells of Alicent and Otto Hightower brought you back to the present. 

Aemond had launched himself across the table, fist catching the Kings jaw, sending the Conquerors Crown flying across the floor with a clang. The chair he had been seated on swung backwards, and the two brothers landed on a heap of fists on the floor.

You could scarcely move, standing as you watched punch, after punch was thrown by both men on the stone floors of the Small Dining Hall. The other Council members stood watching, others sitting, unsure of what to do as Ser Cole rushed over to the blur of silver hair, trying to yank the youngest brother from the King. 

“Aemond! Stop this!” Alicent screamed, watching as the One-Eyed Prince wrapped his hands around the King’s throat.

“Aemond!” Otto bellowed, hand raised to stop the King’s guard from reaching the two.

Dracarys.

Dracarys.

Dracarys.

“Aemond.” Your voice felt foreign as it left your lips.

The two men struggled still, the king beneath Aemond who's hands only continued to tighten on around the King's neck.

Hands around your neck.

Aegon's hands around your neck.

His grunts.

His breath.

His-

"Aemond!" The yell escaped you without a second thought.

You watched as the Prince stiffened and jerked his brothers head down onto the stones, rolling off of him to stand. His chest heaved as he looked down at Aegon who was pulled up by Ser Cole, blood dribbling from his lips and nose.

Dracarys.

Hen Kasta, Hen Zōbrie.

Aemond was yanked backwards by Alicent, his shoulder jerking her hold from him as he breathed staring at his brother who sneered. 

“You dare put a hand on the King?” He growled, “I could have your head.”

"Touch her again and I'll-"

"You'll what?"

A tear slid down your cheek. 

Dracarys.

“Enough! Is it not bad enough that we are at war with your half-sister, that now you seek to war with your own brother? Have you gone to madness?” Alicent snapped at her son, staring Aegon down, who spat a glob of bloody spit onto the stones at Aemond's feet.

“I will not have this family fallen over the petty grievances of two men grown behaving as little boys.” Alicent snapped her head to the Council members who watched on awkwardly, “Leave, and do not speak of what you have witnessed.” 

“Not a word to anyone of this.” The old man had bowed his head, and uttered a quiet, “Your Grace” in acquiescence. 

“Return to your chambers,” Alicent spun around looking at you and then to Aemond, “All of you.”

You blinked, once, twice, three times.

Aemond was at your side, lip split and hair tousled, though the braids holding firmly. His knuckles were bloodied and bruised, his attire was messed, but his face checked over yours to see if you were okay.

To see if you were safe. 

You had an ally.

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[saintsugu]

COLLARED. KINKTOBER DAY 3

rating: mature; mdni

pairing: denji x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: explicit sexual content, femdom, sub!denji, collaring, very minimal / lowkey foot shit (?, if you squint ?), oral!f, pussydrunk denji, handcuffs, handjob, implied corruption kink, mention of virginity loss, overstimulation, sexual manipulation from reader, praise, owner / pet dynamics (never calls you ‘owner’ but he feels as though you own him), abandonment issues (denji), emotional at the end

author’s note: this is kind of unedited so bear with me lol.

Seated in your chair with a man kneeling below you, as if you were a king and he was nothing but a lowly servant. Sometimes you worry the power goes to your head too much, but any worry you feel dissipates the moment you hear his sweet, sweet moans. 

You tug on the leash— a sleek and black nylon handle attached to a long chain. It’s hooked onto the pretty black collar you bought when you realized just how submissive your baby was. 

“Come on, focus,” you demand. 

“I’m trying,” he defends, his voice out of breath slightly with a whining pitch. “But you’re not exactly going easy on me—“

Pulling the leash, you force him to jerk forward, eyes wide as he stares at you. All you have to do is raise an eyebrow, before he’s tripping over his words in order to apologize. 

“I thought so,” you hum, lifting your heel-covered foot once again. “Continue.”

He turns his head, pressing a kiss against your ankle before licking a stripe against the skin. With his hands bound behind his back, and his body completely stripped naked, he’s desperate to please you. 

You stare intently at him, watching his cock twitch when you praise him. He does the same with your other leg, movements starting to become more hurried as his self control lessens and the ache between his legs grows. Normally, you’d call it out, make him start over and the like, but tonight…tonight he’s not the only one whose patience is wearing thin. 

Eventually, you deem that he’s been good enough to earn a small treat. You pull his leash enough so he’s more upright in his position and watch in delight as his knees dig into the floor and his chin tilts up. 

“Please,” he can’t help but whine. 

“What are you begging for, baby?” You tease as your foot moves. You set it underneath him before dragging it up slowly across his balls. It doesn’t take much to get a reaction from him. His hips jerk immediately and little moans escape his lips, causing you to smirk in turn. 

“Wanna t-taste you,” he stutters out as the tip of your shoe presses against the length of his cock. “Want it so bad.”

“Hmm,” you taunt, removing your foot and setting it on his thigh instead, letting the sole of it dig into the skin. Like planned, it provokes a series of whines from him. “I guess so,” you click your tongue and start to tug the leash towards you. 

Once he’s close enough, you take your free hand and thread it through his hair, before gripping the strands tight and pushing him into your cunt. This little display has gotten you more than wet already and you know Denji can tell due to the way he laps and slurps your juices. 

You hum lowly as he shoves his face against you, desperate to taste you—all of you. His nose bumps against your clit as he greedily eats away at you like a man starved. 

Denji gets drunk off your taste; he always has. When you met him, he was a sex obsessed virgin who had never even received so much as a handjob. You changed all of that, and Denji greeted that change with open arms. 

“So good,” he drunkenly groans. “Taste s’good. Thank you so much.”

You can’t help but chuckle, a light and airy laughter as you stare down at your sweet boy. “Doing such a good job. Making me feel so good.” 

Your encouragement sends him into a frenzy. It makes him buck his hips, as if he’s humping the air. His hands strain against the leather cuffs that keep them in place. 

“You feeling okay, baby?” You tease, moving your foot against his cock once more and soaking in the moan he lets out in response. “You look a little flushed.”

He groans into your pussy, messily licking up the juices before letting his tongue dive in. Your lips part and your foot accidentally presses a little harder at the intrusion, moans leaving both of your mouths in tandem. 

Denji isn’t precise when it comes to this. He’s not the type to suck on your clit or finger you till you’re heaving, but what he does do is feast on you.

He views you as a meal and he’s a messy fucking eater. 

His tongue is sloppy, trailing down to lick whatever has dripped onto your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how good he is. Because how could he be anything when compared to you?

“Shit,” you start to pant. “Good boy, keep goin’. Baby’s gonna make me cum.”

It’s like those words awaken something in him, because the thought of you cumming on his face? He’s feral now. 

He can’t help but moan at the thought, each move messier than before and his hips continue to rut against your shoe. 

He keeps his pace up and in a few more minutes, you feel that familiar coil starting to tighten. Your nails dig into his scalp, instinctively pushing him further against you as your thighs begin to quiver. 

Praises mixed with moans slip out of your lips, eyes squeezing shut as the telltale signs of an orgasm near. You don’t bother to warn him as you do cum, gushing on his tongue and grinding against his face. 

It’s not like he’s complaining, either. Why would he? His movements are frantic as he tonguefucks you through your orgasm, desperate to sip every single drop of your juice. 

As you come down from your high, you pull his head away and stare down at him. The lower half of his face is drenched and he looks like a bitch in heat. 

“Did so good,” you coo. “Thank you, Baby.”

He nods but is quick to ask for more. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? So please, touch me,” he begs. “It hurts.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that it does, poor baby,” you feign sympathy. “Why don’t you lay back for me, okay?” You make the request while you unhook his leash from his collar. 

He always looks so pretty like this. Leaned back against the wall, his flushed cock standing tall. 

“Can you take off the cuffs?” He asks, watching intently as you dismount your chair. 

His request earns an incredulous look from you. “You’re getting awfully presumptuous with these requests of yours. You know that, right?” 

Immediately, he’s stumbling over himself in order to apologize to you. The last thing he wants is to upset you. 

“First you want to taste me,” you’re on the floor now, crawling towards him like a predator stalking its prey. “Then you want your cock handled, and now this? What’s next, Denji?”  

Now, you’re all the way against him, straddling his leg and pressing your mouth up to his ear as you accentuate your words with a condescending, “hm?”

You can’t help but grin when he shivers, tongue tied as he figures out what he can say in hopes of salvaging this. Yes, he wants to please you, but you both know that deep down, he just wants to get fucked. And if that’s what he wants, who are you to get in the way of that?

Without another word, as he’s rambling out apologies, you reach down and give his cock a nice tug. The action receives a loud moan as his back arches against the wall. 

“You liked that, didn’t you?” His reply is a quick nod, mind too focused to formulate a proper response. 

Slowly, you start to jack him off. You know every little thing about Denji. You know his body inside and out, and you pride yourself on being the only one to know such details. 

You were his first everything. His first time, his first girlfriend, hell, he denies it, but you’re almost positive you were his first real kiss. You couldn’t be happier about it. 

Some people could grow frustrated having to teach their partner in that way, but you? Oh no. You absolutely loved it. You got to shape and mold him however you’d like. You got the pleasure of corrupting him however you saw fit.

The first time things started to get heated, he acted confident. Acted like a dominant man and tried to overpower you, but you saw through it. The moment your hand pressed against the tent in his pants, he was a goner. He melted like putty in your hands. 

That dynamic has yet to change. 

“Thank you,” he whines and cries out, hips jerking up in effort to fuck your fist. “Thank you so much.”

“Dirty little boy. You’re gonna cum just from this aren’t you?” He shakes his head no, but like with everything, you see through the lies. Your hand drops down, abandoning his cock in favor of squeezing his balls. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Denji.”

He’s back to apologizing before admitting, “‘m gonna cum, shit, i’m gonna cum. You’re right, I’m s-sorry!”

The corners of your lips curl up and you’re very pleased with your work. Your hand moves back to his cock, and your pace is much faster as you resume getting him off. 

“Go ahead then,” you lean in and press a kiss against his neck, whispering the next command against the shell behind his ear. “Cum.”

As if he was nothing more than a puppet you controlled, he twitches uncontrollably as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto your hand and his abdomen. It’s thick and creamy and there’s a considerable amount. Honestly, you wish your mouth was on him rather than your hand, but for tonight, you have other plans. 

“What a good boy,” you praise, letting his dick fall limp. “Did so good cumming for me like that.”

When you lift your hand and move it towards his mouth,he knows what to do by the way you tap his lips. He starts to clean your hand by licking up his cum, cringing a bit at its bitter taste. 

Once he’s done, you move to straddle his lap. His brows furrowed in worry and as he starts to sputter out words about how he can’t take it, you’re pressing a soft kiss to his nose in order to shush him. 

“Sweet boy, you know I love you, right?” A nod of affirmation. “And you trust me, right?” A nod again, this time albeit slower. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

As you whisper these sweet words, you’re pressing down on his shoulder and raising yourself to sink down onto his cock. Your fingers are wrapped around the base, his dick red and weeping. 

“It’s t-too much,” his eyes shut and he starts to squirm as soon as he’s inside of you. “Please…”

“But I’ve only cum once…” you pout, still sinking down. “Don’t you think I deserve another?”

“Yes, of course, but what if you sit on my face? O-or,” he stammers. 

Still, you shake your head, cock halfway inside at this point. “That won’t feel as good. You know that. Don’t I deserve the best?”

Sometimes you feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but the payoff is always good enough that said guilt is swept away by the current of your orgasm. 

Now, he’s whimpering out a pathetic, “You deserve the world. I’m sorry…I wanna give it to you, I-I do!”

“I know, baby boy,” you coo and he bottoms out with a whining moan. You cup his cheeks gently and smile at his pussydrunk, flushed face. “Now, are you gonna let me fuck you, or not, hm?”

He nods quickly, desperate to please you as you laugh above him. That’s a good boy. 

He gets drunk off your words and high off your touch. No pleasure could compare to that of the euphoria he experiences when you praise him. 

Your good boy. Your baby. Yours Yours Yours. 

Everything he owns, everything he is, it all belongs to you. Every single hair on his head, his blemished skin, and fractured bones—they’re all yours. He’s yours to play with, to do as you please. 

He doesn’t realize it, but he starts to hump up into you. His hands greedily grab your waist, rolling the skin and fat in between his deft fingers. He wants to be close to you in any way possible. He wants you to be connected, and soon, he finds his carnal desires taking over—the overwhelming need to love and be loved fueling his entire being as he pulls you against his chest, plants his feet, and starts to fuck you. 

“Love you so much.” He’s babbling now. Completely immersed in his own mind as his body takes over. “Wanna be yours forever. Don’t leave me, please. Don’t wanna be alone again.”

“D-Denji,” you gasp against him, unable to break free of his grip. His arms are crossed at your lower back, holding you close as he fucks you at an inhuman pace. “Denji, fuck—“ your words break into a moan. 

“Denji, I’m go-gonna cum,” You admit breathily and his body responds, now going into overdrive. 

He fucks you even harder, but he doesn’t even realize when he cums too. His warm cum fills your cunt, there’s so much despite having already cum just a few into ago. 

“O-oh,” you whimper, eyes rolling as that warm sensation fills your body. You can’t help it when that coil snaps. Soon, you’re grateful that you can’t get out of his grip even if you try. 

Your body spasms, this new change of pace affecting you in ways you didn’t think it could. You’re not sure how long you’re practically out of it for, but when you come down from your high, your boyfriend is still babbling. 

But now there are tears streaming. 

“B-baby,” you stutter, out of breath as your hands snake up to his jaw. “Baby, c’mon, snap out of it.”

He’s still rambling whispers of how he loves you and is scared you’ll leave. You’re not sure how you triggered something like this, but now you’re upset and worried. 

“Denji,” you whisper one last time before kissing him gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Denji.”

His eyes open and movements seem to slow when you speak, but his grip only tightens. When he looks at you, a few sobs erupt from his chest.

He’s still practically incoherent as he says, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, baby?” You slide a hand down and rest it against his upper thigh, thankfully it slows his movements down to a halt. 

“You’re so good to me, and I…you’re gonna leave aren’t you..?”

Your heart breaks at his words. “Denji, I will never leave you. C’mon,” you squeeze his hand. 

“Let’s go clean up, Baby Boy.”

@enchantedforest-network

[vhagarlovebot]

MY KING.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: prince aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: you ride aemond on the iron throne.

content warnings: +18, explicit content, incest, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, twin-sister!reader.

note: i'm not good at writing smut but here we are. if if there are any mistakes i apologize but as some of you may know english is not my first language. hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

DINNER WAS A NIGHTMARE. you didn't even make it to the main course, your two brothers deciding it was the perfect time to start arguing. aegon was drunk, as usual, and kept messing with aemond, and he just snapped. it was not good that your father sided with his first-born, even when everyone knew it was all his fault.

now you’re walking around the castle looking for your twin, your mother had begged you to bring him to her. and you know exactly where he is.

you open the heavy doors with some difficulty. the throne room is only lighted by a couple of torches but you still can see him sitting on the throne, legs spread and chin resting on his hand.

you walk slowly to him, stopping in front of the stairs. his icy gaze turns to you and you grab the sides of your dress, bowing before him.

"my king."

aemond scoffs, rolling his eye.

"we all know aegon is an imbecile," you start saying, going up the stairs. "father is the one who chooses to simply ignore that fact."

"i do not need your pity," he mutters, folding his arms and leaning back. "why are you here?"

"mother asked me to bring you to her."

"why are you really here?" aemond demands, raising his eyebrow and looking intently in your direction. you try not to show how nervous you are but you know he can feel it; he knows you better than you know yourself.

you play with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. "i didn't want you to be alone." his gaze softens and he opens his arms only to pat his thigh, at what you are quickly shortening the distance.

aemond helps you straddle his lap, facing him, and once you are comfortable, your fingers playing with the buttons on his coat, he brushes his thumb across your mouth, opening your lips very slowly. and he doesn't need to say a word for you to start sucking on it.

"you were worried about your brother, were you not?" he asks, his free hand playing with a strand of your hair. you nod, eyes glassy. “my sweet girl.”

you pull away, leaving a path of saliva between his finger and your mouth. “i just wanted to punch aegon in the face. but didn’t want to cause more drama.” aemond laughs at your confession, pulling the neck of your dress down to free your breasts. he brush your nipple with his wet thumb making you arch your back, and plant your hands firmly on his shoulders,

"we can always corner him. i will hold his arms so you can kick him all you want." his gaze is on you, pleased at the way you are responding to him.

"l-like when- like when we..." aemond pinches your nipple and you can't help the loud moan that escapes you.

"when we what?" he teases you, his singular smirk on his face.

you shot him a warning look but he just chuckles, his free hand lifting your dress while your own work on pulling down his trousers.

you raise your hand in front of his face, his eyes darkening as he grabs your wrist to lick your palm, the eye contact making you feel that singular warmth in your lower belly. when you wrap your hand around his cock you hear the most exquisite moan from him.

"you know," you say leaning in, his lips brushing against yours softly, not locking them completely. "you should be the one crowned king."

aemond groans, finally taking your lips with his. the kiss is rough, filled with desire and longing, and he just takes everything he wants from you.

you feel warm liquid coating your hand and you only have to give him a few strokes before he starts fucking your hand, spreading the precum along his length.

his thick calloused fingers slip inside your soaking cunt so easily, making you gasp and break the kiss only for his lips to find your breasts and take one of your nipples in his mouth, stretching you as you moan. aemond curls his fingers inside you, searching for that spot that makes you see stars. and it doesn't take him long to find it, because in no time his name is slipping past your lips as a prayer.

"i want to... i want to feel you." you say between moans, your free hand grabbing his wrist trying to make him stop. "i want to feel you inside me, please." you don't have to say it again and his fingers leave you, making you flinch at the sudden emptiness.

you grab his shoulders and lift yourself up, looking at him straight in the eye as you drop back down on his cock, his eye closing in pure bliss and head falling back against the throne.

"you're too tight..." aemond groans, his hands grasping your waist with so much force it hurts.

he helps you bounce up and down on his cock, and sinks his teeth into his lips so hard it draws blood. your heavy breaths and moans the only sound heard in the room.

"i- i can't..." he opens his eye to see you already staring at him, eyes wide and lips part slightly. "i'm close,"

"where?" instead of answering him with words you clench around his cock, making him hiss as his hips jerks, feeling you like this just too overwhelming.

you dig your nails deep into his shoulders, his intense gaze and the way he just keep fucking into you sending you over the edge. aemond is quick to follow, filling you with his seed.

your head falls forward to rest on his shoulder, his hands caressing your back and allowing you to take your time coming back to reality.

"did you really mean it?" he breathes out.

you leave a kiss on his neck before raising your head, looking confused at him. "what?"

"you really think i should be crowned king?" he asks so innocently your heart fills with warmth.

"i do. you would be an extraordinary king." your lips curl up in a small, knowing smile. "even if you are not the king of the seven kingdoms, you are the king of my heart… i hope that counts for something."

aemond plants a kiss to your lips. "it does."

[messyworldfanfictions]

Teasing the Master of Hell

Summary : You're in a teasing mood while Crowley is in a bad mood. What happens when you tease too much and Crowley takes control?

Pairing: Crowley (Good Omens)/Reader

Warnings:  Dom/sub, anal sex, oral sex, cum, punishment, rough sex

A Notes: Hi everyone, this is for my Crowley thirst, hope you’ll like it :) !

The dimly lit interior of Crowley's luxurious penthouse was filled with a palpable tension as you watched the King of Hell pace back and forth, a dark expression etched onto his seductive face. Seated on the plush couch, you observed his restless state with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. It wasn't an everyday sight to witness Crowley in such a mood, and a mischievous idea began to take root in your mind.

"Something troubling you, Crowley?" you inquired with a voice tinged with playful teasing.

He shot you a piercing look, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing. "Don't start with me, Y/N. I have no intention of indulging in your games today."

You chuckled softly, leaning against the cushions. "Oh, come on. Surely you don't expect me to just sit here and watch you sulk. What's got you so worked up?"

Crowley sighed, running a hand through his slicked-back red hair. "It's simply... business. Nothing that concerns you."

Raising an eyebrow, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. "Business? Well, I've always thought that the King of Hell would have everything under control. Should I be worried?"

He growled under his breath, his growing irritation becoming more evident. "You know, sometimes you miss an opportunity to close that little mouth of yours. I always maintain control, Y/N."

You flashed a mischievous smile, undeterred by his veiled threat. "Oh, I'm just trying to lighten the mood a bit. Maybe I could be of service as a distraction."

Crowley halted his pacing and fixed you with an intense gaze. "You want me to use you as a distraction, my dear? Be careful what you wish for."

You raised your chin proudly. "Perhaps I do. And what do you plan to do about it?"

In a swift motion, Crowley closed the distance between you, his hand gripping the back of the couch and his face dangerously close to yours. His anger seemed to have transformed into something entirely different – a predatory glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"You really should learn when to stop, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Your heart raced, but you held his gaze unflinchingly. "Or what, Crowley? What are you going to do?"

Without warning, he pressed his lips against yours in a ravenous, possessive kiss. Your protest was muffled as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over your waist as he turned you to face the couch. Your initial defiance faded as you surrendered to the intensity of his touch, the weight of his body against yours.

Crowley ensured your face was pressed against the couch, leaving you completely at his mercy. He gripped your hips, lifting them to give him unobstructed access.

"I'll behave like a gentleman, where would you like me, my little slut?" the demon's breath heated your neck.

"Please, take me from behind," you whispered breathlessly.

« Please, take me from behind." he mimicked you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, a moan escaping your mouth "Forget your clean language, you're a slut. You want me to fuck you in the ass. Say it, 'I want it in the ass, Crowley'."

"I-I want it in the ass, Crowley... Please. » you begged

With a raging thrust, he entered your tight ass and you cried out in surprise.

"You like this, pissing me off so I fuck you hard, don't you? "You could feel his thin hips slapping against your fleshy cheeks, the sound of your skins echoing in the room.

"Oh yes, Crowley... Harder." You moaned. He increased the intensity and you could feel the pleasure rising, you were about to cum when he pulled back roughly from your ass and grabbed you by your hair to get you off the couch and kneeling in front of him.

"Open your mouth, angel." he sighed as he jerked himself off over your pretty face.

You looked at him lovingly as you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to receive his demonic seed.

He grunted and came in your mouth, and you swallowed while looking into his yellow eyes. A little of his cum had dripped onto your breasts, so you picked it up with your finger, put your finger in your mouth and started to suck it.

Breathless, Crowley leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "I love you, you little brat."

[warriorofthought]

A Father's Condition: A Heartbroken Son's Choice

Summary: Thranduil and you are a couple but to protect him from your father you make a deal with your father that almost kills you.

Word count: 5639

Warnings: sad emotions

Guard Thranduil x Male Reader

You are currently alone with your father in a room. Writing something in a book as he walks over to you and stops besides you.

You look up at him " ada?"

"Mmm?" he asks "Are you done writing?"

His voice is deep and soft at the same time as he looks at you.

"yes"

"Good" a slight smile appears on his face as he starts walking to the door. "Can you come with me for a second?"

You nod, stand up and follow him " where are we going?'

"My room" he says, his voice suddenly lower and more serious.

"We need to talk."

You quickly follow him further.

You enter his room and notice, he locks the door right behind him.

"Why are you locking the door?"

"It's for privacy..." he says, walking closer to you. "I really need to talk to you."

"Talk about what?"

"I... have heard rumors..." he says "I have wanted to talk about it for some time, but I did not dare." Your father finally says.

"I'm curious, my son. Do you have a lover or something like that?" Father asks you.

You can barely speak as his words shock you "A...Lover?...Why?...Is it important?"

He comes even closer, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Why are you asking me this, have you asked that brother also?"

"You both are different, my son..."

He gently grabs your chin and turns your face to the side, slightly lifting your head.

"Look at my eyes."

His deep voice is filled with excitement.

"So different are we not, he is a bit older but also my brother and your first son."

"Yes, but he is older...you are still young and innocent but it's a very good thing."

"Let me ask you something, my son. Don't be ashamed....if you had a lover, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Probably not" you answer.

His eyes slightly widen.

"What do you mean with 'probably not'?"

He comes closer again but you can notice, he has now less control over his actions.

"Why should I tell you that, just because you are my father, the king, you just will scare them away" you utter.

His grip tightens on your chin. "What did you just say?!"

"You heard me, father" you answer.

"So you DO have a lover?"

His jaw muscles tighten, the veins on his neck seem to swell, all his control is disappearing.

You step a step back and bump against the wall, you are starting to get a bad feeling.

His eyes are almost wild now. "I thought I taught you honesty?"

The door is locked, you can't run away even if you wanted.

He slowly pushs himself against you.

"I'm honest" you say hesitated.

"Then be honest with me. Do you have a lover?"

You nod slowly.

His eyes are filled with both anger and curiosity.

He bites his lips. "Is it someone in this castle?" he asks.

You nod again.

His grip on your chin becomes slightly more painful.

"Who is it?" he demands.

"Father, please, you are hurting me." You whisper.

"Then just tell me, it's simple: who is he?" He grabs your chin even harder.

"Thranduil " you squeeze out and grab his hand and try to loosen his grip on you.

"Thranduil ?..." his eyes widen "Do you mean one of my guards!?"

His voice is filled with rage now.

"Ada, please you are scaring me" you whisper.

The rage only seems to grow "I will kill him."

His grip changes slightly, now he is grabbing you, pinning you to the wall and the door.

Your chest is pressed against his. You can hear his heavy breathing.

"Tell me...have you kissed him?" he growls.

"Ada, please" you beg slightly.

"Tell me, my son...have you kissed him?"

You nod slowly.

He doesn't release you for a moment but instead, comes even closer.

"How often did you kiss him, my son?..." he asks, his voice is low and almost predatory in this moment.

"don't know" you lick your lips " often maybe over ten times"

His eyes seem to sparkle in anger now. "over ten times!"

"Who initiated the first kiss?" A wild look appears in his eyes.

"Why do you want to know that?" you ask.

"Just tell me!" He hisses.

The grip on your chin tightens again.

"Did you initiate it or did he?"

"Please, Father. Let go of my chin" you say softly but slightly scared.

His eyes still seem wild.

The grip on your chin is painful.

"Tell me first and I will release you, my son."

"He kissed me first" you breathe out.

He hisses and his eyes only seem to spark more.

"That traitor...he kissed you?!"

He tightens his grip on your chin even more.

"Did you kiss him back?" He demands.

You nod slowly.

"How often did you kiss him back, my son?"

He presses his body against yours.

His eyes are wild as he keeps you pinned against the wall with his free hand.

"Always"

"Every time he kissed you, you kissed him back?"

You nod slowly.

"Did you enjoy your kisses with this traitor?"

His voice is calm now, like a predator that finally got what it wanted.

"He is not a traitor" you Protest.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck now as he leans even closer.

"I should punish him, my son." He says in a soft voice.

He starts to massage your chin now as the grip tightens slightly again.

“I punish him, for corrupting my son, his prince, this traitor, had no right in that. I think torture is the best punishment for him.” he says evil.

"No, don't do this, don't do anything to him" you say, almost vulnerable.

"I need to teach him a lesson..."

His voice is calm and he seems to be serious.

His grip tightens even more, his eyes have no anger now but excitement and a creepy sparkle.

"No, please. I can break the contact with him, if that's what you want but please don't do anything to him" you say quickly, apologetic and suffering.

He seems to be thinking.

His grip on your chin and your body is still tight but his voice is calm. "If you promise to break any contact with this traitor I'll grant your wish and keep him away from punishment...is it a deal?"

He smiles slightly.

You nod immediately, " i promise, i will talk to him and say that i don't want to see him anymore"

His smile only grows and he moves even closer to you. "Good, my son...very good."

He starts to caress your cheek with his thumb.

"Do it right away, my son. Tell him, you don't want to see him and don't love him anymore."

Your jaw tense slightly before you nod with a sad sigh.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck again as he leans right in front of you.

"Tell him you don't love him anymore, my son."

His voice is calm but you can hear how evil he says this.

Your eyes fill slightly with tears but you nod.

You can feel his fingers in your hair, stroking it softly.

"You are a good child, my son..."

"Just tell him that you don't love him anymore and that you will never see him again and that's it..." he whispers.

"I will, I promise."

He smiles and gently caresses your cheek again.

"Good child, my son...I am pleased." His voice is soft again.

"Now, be a good child and go tell him that."

You quickly walk out of the room.

"Don't come back here until you told him..." he says, while his eyes are still fixated on your back.

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Timeskip 

You wait in a secret room until Thranduil  comes to the meeting time. To do what your father wants.

When Thranduil meets you, you quickly move your gaze to the ground.

"Look at me..." Thranduil commands.

You slowly look up.

"What happened?" he asks.

You don't respond, you still can't look him in the eyes.

"Speak, please." he demands.

"I... We must talk" you answer.

He looks worried and his gaze is fixated on you, not used to you saying these words.

His voice is soft. "What happened? What is it, my love?"

You feel a slight pain move through your heart as he calls you my love.

"Maybe you should sit down" you whisper.

The pain grows even bigger as he moves and sits down.

"Please just tell me...I am worried..."

His voice seems to shake. His eyes are completely filled with worries.

"i.. we..." you stutter but you can't form words. Your hands run through your hair, nervous and stressed.

He tries to take one of your hands and looks at you.

"Please, my love...I am getting even more worried. Just speak to me."

You feel the pain in your heart rising.

Your hand moves a strand of his beautiful hair behind his ear and your eyes shows slightly the pain you feel. You already feel bad for what you're about to do to him. 

His eyes seem to show a bit of shock as you touch him there.

"My love...?" his voice is filled with worry and disbelief.

You can hear his breath quickening.

"I don't understand...tell me what is wrong...please."

He looks right into your eyes.

"you are so beautiful" you whisper longing and try to smile.

"Thank you, my love..." he says softly. "But why are you like this? Why are you so shy, so distant all of a sudden?"

His eyes are filled with worry still but he tries to smile reassuring.

You take your shaky hand away from his hair and step a step back from him "we can't see us anymore, can't continue this relationship" you finally blur out.

His breath quickens even more, his eyes only show worry. "We can't anymore? But why, my love? What made you think that? Why are you even telling me this?"

His voice seems to tremble slightly.

He starts to stand up.

"I don't love you anymore" you say emotionless.

"What?!" he shouts, in complete disbelief. His eyes fill with shock and worry.

"I...what do you mean?! How can you say this so cold-heartedly, my love?"

He moves closer to you and wants to take your hands again.

“Don't call me, ‘my love’ again” you damage low.

You move away from him. " I'm breaking up with you, I don't want to see you anymore or any close to me. Don't speak to me again and don't come close to me, Thranduil."

His jaw seems to be locked, all his emotions seem to freeze.

He stands still.

"You...don't love me anymore? You...don't want to see me? You don't want to have anything to do with me?"

His voice is quiet, you only hear shock.

He shakes his head slightly. "Is this only a bad dream? You...you can't be serious, my love."

"I'm serious, from today on I'm not your love anymore just your prince. Don't talk to me or even look at me, when I don't comment you to do that."

He seems to be in disbelief. He can't comprehend what just happened.

He shakes his head again and takes a step towards you.

"You... don't love me anymore? So all of this was...a lie?"

He can't hold back his tears now.

"All the kisses...the times where we were together...was it all a lie? I...don't understand it."

He takes another step towards you.

"I never lied, all that I was saying was true and you know it." you whisper honest but slightly painful.

The grief in his voice is unbearable.

You can see his eyes fill with more tears as he takes another step closer to you.

"Please...please tell me, why all of this?" he whispers. "Why are you leaving me like this...? I...I can't believe this..."

You step away from him "because this relationship won't work out. I'm breaking up with you." you blur out.

"I will go now, don't try to speak to me again" you whisper softly and leave the room quickly.

You hear his deep and long exhale but he says nothing to this.

The pain in his eyes is still big.

He stands still, all his emotions seem to freeze as he tries to wrap his head around what is happening right now.

When you have already left the room, you can still hear his quiet voice.

"My love...come back. Don't leave me like this..." he whispers.

You quickly walk to your room, trying not to break down in the hallway.

You feel exhausted after that conversation and want only to get in your room.

When you arrive and are able to close the door, you take a deep breath.

You start to sit on your bed but quickly lie down on it.

A tear runs down your cheek as you realize what just happened.

Silencie.

All these thoughts and the pain in your heart are just too much.

You start to cry as you remember all the times with him.

And then silence.

You want to sleep and not think about what happened.

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Timeskip 

You have cried yourself to sleep and the next morning you wake up, you change your clothes and walk as always in the dinner room for breakfast. Once there you greet your father and your brother.

You get out of your room and walk towards the dinner room.

"Good morning, father and brother" you greet.

Your eyes seem to be a bit red still as you try your best to not appear sad and exhausted.

Your brother looks slightly worried and Father seems to be deep in thoughts, like he is thinking about something very important.

Before you start to sit down, your father finally starts talking.

"Is everything alright, my child?"

You notice his eyes are filled with worry.

"Of course" you answer.

Your brother looks at you and seems to realize that you are sad.

"You don't look good, brother." He says and your father nods.

"Did you have a bad night?" he asks.

He seems to want to ask you more questions but decides against it.

He sighs and then smiles brightly at you. "Doesn't matter, it's better when you don't tell us. Come on, sit down and eat"

You know you need to play with his card and act totally normal now.

The next few days, your behavior goes colder, always the deal with your father in mind. When you never speak to Thranduil  again, your father would spare him.

It is still painful to avoid Thranduil but you have no choice but to do so.

You act like nothing happened, like everything is normal.

You play the game of your father and act like nothing is missing.

He notices your colder behavior and wants to ask you again about it but he also notices the pain behind your eyes and decides against it.

You can't help yourself, the pain that you feel for not being able to see Thranduil  anymore and the pain in your heart over the break up are unbearable.

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Timeskip 

A month later you fall sick. Unusual for an Elf.

You lie in your bed, the cold sweat covers your skin. You are shivering and you can't seem to shake off this illness.

Even after all these weeks you still don't feel good.

Your brother notices your sick-state and comes to your room. His face is filled with worry.

"Are you okay, my brother?" he ask.

You want to answer him with something normal like "yes, I just feel a bit off today" but your words seem to freeze.

"Please try to get better..."

"Brother" you whisper as he takes your hand.

"Can i ask you some and you are honest to me?"

He nods.

"Sure, my brother. Everything for you."

He smiles softly and waits for your question.

"Have you seen Thranduil  how is he?"

He looks at you surprised. His eyes get filled with worry.

"No...I haven't seen him...not today."

He looks at you. "Why? Is everything alright?"

"Why shouldn't it not?"

His eyes seem surprised.

"You know, you seem to have feelings for him."

He sighs gently. "I know you, my brother. I don't know if you know but I heard about you and him. I just want you to tell me the truth, please..."

He looks worried, while still smiling softly.

"father wanted to punish him, to protect him, i must hold the deal with father " you mumble.

"Is Father the reason why you cut that contact with him? To spare him?"

His facial expression seems more relaxed now.

"Is this what happened? My dear brother...you shouldn't have done that just to spare him. You are important too."

He seems more surprised now. "Father would never hurt him. He wants to teach him a lesson but he is no tyrant who wants to see someone hurt just because..."

He starts to speak more passionately now. "That is why I couldn't believe my words when I heard you broke contact with him."

"He is safe now, father will not hurt him or punish him as long as i don't talk or see him."

His eyes seem shocked again. "So you broke contact with him so that father would spare him?"

His voice seems worried. "Please, my brother...don't do this again. Don't sacrifice your own happiness like this. You are still young...you can't do something like this."

He looks into your red eyes again, worried and caring at the same time. "If you like Thranduil like you did before, it is fine with me. You can see him, talk to him."

He caresses your cheek in a reassuring way.

"I can't see him again, I would break the deal. He is safe now. As long as he is safe. I don't care about my feelings."

His eyes seem to be filled with worry again. "You can't do this, my brother..."

"Thranduil's safety wouldn't be in danger like this, you know that."

He caresses your cheek again and smiles slightly.

"I don't want you to suffer, my brother...please talk to father about this. Please don't let yourself suffer like this for no good reason."

He takes a deep breath and kisses your forehead.

You realize again that he is just worried about you and your pain.

"you haven't seen father as he told me to do that, also don't say how i should handle"

He still stares at you, his eyes filled with worry. He slowly nods.

He sits down on your bed and pats your place to signal you to sit next to him. You do so.

"You are right. I am sorry for telling you what to do in that situation...you are old enough to make your own decisions..."

His voice is filled with understanding.

He still stares at you and then speaks. "But my brother...your happiness is important. Please don't sacrifice it like this."

"I will think about it. But don't speak to father about it " you beg him.

He nods.

"No, I won't do that. Don't worry about it."

He smiles gently and caresses your cheek again.

"Try to sleep now and get some rest. You look still sick. Don't think about anything, my brother."

You quickly fall asleep beside your brother's care.

When you wake up, you realize that your illness has seemingly finally gone.

You feel a bit better now.

You look around and notice to your surprise that your brother is still with you.

He seems to sleep calmly while still caressing your cheek gently.

He seems to care so much for you.

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Timeskip 

A month later. You still haven't changed your behavior. 

You are getting colder day by day, you don't even notice it yourself anymore.

You even wonder what this emptiness that you feel right now might even mean as you never felt like this before.

You start to think that this might be what grief feels like, or at least a part of it.

You look at the empty spot in your life where Thranduil used to be and you can't stop but think of him, all the good memories you had when you were with him.

You start to miss him...a lot.

You are sitting in the place where you always watched Thranduil, hidden from everyone. You sit against a tree. You try to remember all the times you sat at this spot with Thranduil.

Your mind is filled with all of your moments together.

You smile but your eyes are watery.

The emptiness you feel right now...it is so big.

As you stare into the empty space beside you, a tear slowly runs down your cheek.

Suddenly you feel how your heart breaks again but this time you are really alone. You don't cry, but breathing gets difficult.

You feel the grief in your heart and try to hold it away.

You take deep and long breaths.

You try not to cry.

But all of the moments you shared together...all the memories you made...they all seem to be in the way of your efforts.

You can't help but think about him and you can't fight against the grief that fills your soul right now.

You feel a great emptiness in your heart, as if half of yourself isn't there anymore.

Your body can't hold you any longer upright and you lay on the ground.

You feel the ground and its soft touch against your skin but you still feel the sorrow and pain.

You close your eyes and lie down on the ground.

You don't want to get up anymore, you can't anymore.

The grief is overwhelming and you can't do anything against it.

You want to see him again, but you know you never will again.

The emptiness fills you more and more.

This is more pain than any wound could ever cause.

You hope that this is not happening.

You hope that it is just a bad dream and that you will wake up now.

Your eyes remain closed, you still try to ignore this feeling that is overwhelming you.

The grief is growing and it feels like this whole pain will consume you forever.

After sometime you manage to go back to your room but the next day you miss breakfast.

You try to get up but feel still too weak, the grief is overwhelming you and you fall back to your bed.

What is going on with you, why is your heart filled with all this pain?

This question runs through your head, you look at your clock. It already shows late afternoon, which is normal for you.

But you missed breakfast...and lunch.

Your head starts to hurt and you feel weak like never before. When you look at your hands and arms, you notice they have become thinner.

You close your eyes.

The grief is becoming unbearable.

Your heart feels like it is about to break.

In the darkness behind your eyes, all your memories of him flood you.

All the times you sat at this spot together.

All the times you were so happy when you were together.

All the moments that now seem impossible...

And then, the memories of how you broke contact with him start to appear again...

Your eyes fill with tears...

... and finally,

you fall asleep again.

Then your father comes into your room and tries to wake you up but you are unconscious.

He tries again and again to wake you.

"Child..." his voice seems worried.

He tries to shake your arm but you are completely unconscious.

He picks up your arm and realizes that it is really thin now.

The worry in his eyes turns into fear...

He quickly calls a healer.

The healer comes to you.

She checks your body and says "he is unconscious, but his pulse is very weak and I don't know if he will live long."

Your father's face is filled with fear and sadness.

"What..."

He gets a bit emotional now.

"My child is dying?"

The healer nods and puts her hand on your father's shoulder. "I am sorry that I have to tell you that this...this is a case of a broken heart. It is rare, but..."

Slowly your father realizes what he has done to you." Broken Heart" king Father whisper.

He still stares at you and can't believe this is happening.

All of this time, he acted as if this was all normal.

All the suffering he caused and the pain he caused you...

"Is there nothing else we can do?" He asks desperately. "There has to be a way!"

The healer stays silent and shakes her head slightly.

He looks at you again, his eyes filled with fear and sorrow.

It seems he only now realizes that he made a terrible mistake. Too late...

"He has a broken Heart right, can we not fix it, when we Get something or someone he longs for?” Father ask. Suddenly, his face lights up and he starts to think.

"Yes, it is possible. The heart can heal itself but we need something to fix this. If we give him what he longs for, his heart can definitely be healed."

He starts to run out.

"I have an idea!" he says. "But you stay here with my Child, okay? I will be back!"

The healer nods and stays with you.

You lie there unconscious while you hear the commotion around you.

Your eyes still closed.

Minutes pass and you suddenly hear the door opening.

You notice your father, he looks really happy about his idea.

He comes closer to you.

You still can hear the healer speak but do not quite understand what she says.

Then you hear someone else's voice.

"My love..?"

You hear his voice and your finger slightly twitch, still unconscious.

You feel someone touching your fingers, you even feel his breath.

"My love...can you hear me?" a beautiful voice asks.

"My love... please wake up...it's me, Thranduil."

You open your eyes slightly and look at him.

He smiles brightly at your pale face.

"My love...how are you?" he asks.

He is filled with joy now for the first time in a month.

"I'm dreaming again?" You whisper weakly.

He gently takes your hand and caresses your cheek.

"No my love, this is no dream. I am here with you."

He smiles slightly and looks at you.

"But you...you don't look well. Are you alright?"

He stares at you and you notice the worry in his eyes.

Your eyes travel through the room and land on your father. Immediately your heart stops for a second and you move your hand away from Thranduil.

Your eyes fill with distrust and fear at this moment.

You feel this big emptiness in your heart again as you stare at your father.

Your heart starts to fill with pain again as you stare at him.

Suddenly you feel another hand on your own.

You quickly turn to Thranduil who is still holding your hand.

His face is filled with love as he stares at you.

"My love, please look at me again." he says.

He caresses his thumb over your finger.

"My little butterfly...please don't be afraid."

"I'm not breaking the deal" you whisper desperate and breathless, hoping your father understands that and will not hurt Thranduil. Father looks guilty for what he has done to you.

As you try to stand up, your legs slump away.

Thranduil quickly supports you as you almost fall down.

You try to stand up but you are simply too weak.

He holds you closely in his arms and caresses your cheek.

"Easy...no need to stand up, my love."

His voice is filled with love and you feel your heart beating faster again.

Your father looks at you and still can't believe the whole situation.

"S..Son..." he starts.

He is really torn.

He seems to feel sorry for what he has done to you.

Your head turns to him. You see this guilt in his eyes. He looks back at you.

He can't even find words right now, it seems he doesn't know how to deal with this.

He feels ashamed and that shows in his eyes.

"T...this is all my fault..." he says with a shaky voice.

He looks at Thranduil and then at you, his eyes filled with grief for what he has caused you.

“I'm so sorry, my child. I will spare him forever, I'm breaking the deal and there will be no consequences for you or Thranduil.” your father says softly and also guilty.

Your eyes slowly travel over to Thranduil, missed his presence.

The moment you look at Thranduil, your heart starts to beat faster, slowly filling with warmth again.

Your eyes meet his own...you are lost in his eyes.

He looks like a god you can't believe is real.

You forget about your father completely as you only focus on this beautiful face in front of you.

Your arms start to move up and you want to touch his face but you still lie in your bed, so weak that you don't even know if that would be a good idea.

Thranduil stares back at you, his face bright with love as he strokes your hair.

He smiles warmly and seems really happy for the first time in the last month.

He still can't believe you are there again.

"My love...I am so glad you are letting me back in. I missed you, the last months were really hard...but I am so happy that you are here again and that we can make everything right."

He can't stop his warm smile and holds you tightly.

He starts to kiss your cheek again.

As you look at Thranduil again, you notice how much he still loves you.

He looks at you and smiles gently.

His face is filled with relief as he notices you looking at him again.

It seems he misses you a lot.

And there appears another question in your mind again:

How could you break contact with him just to spare him?

This question just floats through your mind while you stare at Thranduil. Your eyes remain fixed on his while you can feel his touch on your hand.

Your eyes fill with joy and love as you look at him. There is nothing like his presence by your side.

You smile softly and caress his cheek.

He looks at you gently and caresses your other cheek.

"Butterfly..." he whispers and you feel his breath tickling your ear.

He starts to lean closer and then gives you a kiss.

You feel his breath again and your heart starts to beat faster. Your mind is filled with thoughts and it seems you can't focus on something else at this moment.

The only person you want to see at the moment is Thranduil.

You miss him, you miss his warmth and his love.

He still holds you in his arms and caresses your cheek.

"I missed you, my little butterfly."

He kisses your forehead gently while looking at you.

His presence is so calming and right now you only want to be in his arms and nowhere else.

Thranduil still supports you with one hand.

He caresses your cheek with his other hand and smiles at you.

“I'm so sorry, Thranduil. I just wanted to protect you.” You whisper guilty, with tears in your eyes.

“I forgive you, I now know you have just done that to protect me. I'm a Guard of your father but something you want to protect.” He answers soothing.

"I missed you a lot, my love." he says.

He pulls your body a bit closer to him.

"I never want to be alone again… never want to be separated from you again..." he whispers.

He is completely honest with you at this moment and you notice that you can't believe how much he loves you.

He just wants to be with you and it seems like he doesn't need anything else in the whole world...except for you.

Thranduil notices your eyes and looks at you.

He caresses your cheek and smiles.

He can't believe that you are now together again.

He looks at you while keeping one of your hands.

He strokes your hair.

"My love...we are together again."

His eyes shine, he still can't believe it.

He looks at your father and then at you.

Thranduil looks back at you, his eyes filled with love.

You take a deep breath and the pain that fills your heart becomes a bit bearable.

The emptiness is still there but Thranduil 's love is taking away most of it.

You smile slightly.

"My love." you whisper finally.

He looks at you. "My love." he whispers and then kisses your forehead gently.

He caresses your cheek and takes your hand in his again.

Thranduil still holds you and caresses your hair gently.

You can see the love and worry in his eyes.

He seems to be happy to see you awake but is also concerned for your health.

He looks at you with care.

You miss his presence like never before.

These months without him filled you with emptiness and this emptiness still fills you at this very moment.

He stares into your eyes while still feeling the warmth of his breath.

It will take you a while to be completely healthy again, but with Thranduil by your side, you will become stronger day by day and will soon be yourself again.

[engie-ivy]

(I'm on holiday visiting ancient Roman sites, so about time to post a fic for @wolfstarmicrofic 's Greek & Roman Mythology theme! Unfortunately, that I would be able to keep it short is also a myth...)

4th: Conquest

2263 words

For a simple farm-boy like Remus to end up with the legendarily handsome Prince Sirius of the House of Black of the city of Grimmauld, nothing less than devine intervention would be needed. Luckily for Remus, the gods like nothing more than to meddle in the affairs of mortals...

The Myth of Remus and Sirius

‘Please goddess, answer my call, please goddess, hear my plea.’ Remus repeats the words in his head over and over again, while sitting on his knees on the cold marble of the temple.

Suddenly, he hears a rustling of fabric, and the soft sound of gentle footsteps on the floor. He opens his eyes and lift his head, and despite expecting it, he’s still taken aback by the imposing sight in front of him.

A tall woman, taller than any other woman, taller than any man, taller than any mortal. Flowing silk fabrics draped across her body, but still revealing enough of her ivory skin and soft curves. Hair falling to her waist like woven threads of gold, framing a face with eyes the colour of the ocean and full, pink lips. The most beautiful woman in the world.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love.

“You called upon me?” She asks in a sweet voice as she strides across the marble stones of her own temple to stop in front of Remus.

Remus bows his head again, his forehead almost pressed against the marble. “Yes, my goddess. You must- I mean, I humbly ask you to, no, beg you to please undo the gift you have given me.”

When he dares to look up, Aphrodite has pressed her lips into a thin line. “You were given a gift by an Olympian, and you reject it?”

Remus hands tremble. Insulting one of the gods has never ended well for any mortal, and this might very well mean his death. Or worse.

A week ago, an old woman showed up at the house where Remus and his parents live as simple farmers. She had eyes sunken into her wrinkled face, warts in her neck and on her hands, dirty fingernails and hair like cobwebs. Remus had made her a hot bath, cooked her a meal, and let her sleep in his own bed. The next morning, she revealed herself to be the goddess Aphrodite in disguise, wandering through the mortal world to test the people’s xenia, their hospitality. And for Remus’ great show of hospitality, she had promised to reward him with a gift.

“It’s not that I am ungrateful, my goddess. It was a great honour to receive an Olympian on my doorstep,” Remus carries on, knowing that he can’t back down now. “You were great and good to bestow such a gift upon me,-”

“I know it is what you desired!” Aphrodite interrupts. “I could hear it in your thoughts and see it own your face.” She lifts her chin and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Do you think I do not know my own field of expertise?”

Remus vehemently shakes his head. “No, no, no. You were right. It is what I desired. Just... not like this.”

Remus comes from a family of simple farmers, but they are not without a claim to fame. With the bee hives and flower fields behind their simple farm house, the Lupins known across the land to produce the highest quality of honey. So much so, that generations ago, King Phineas Black made them the personal supplier of the royal family of the city of Grimmauld. Befriended kings and queens, rich noblemen, travelling heroes, all are hoping to be gifted a jar of Grimmauld’s famous honey when visiting the city.

Each week, Remus’ father would ride his carriage to Grimmauld to personally offer their finest selection to King Orion and Queen Walburga. And when Lyall got to old to make the weekly trip, Remus took over from his father.

His first time in the palace, Remus kneeled in front of the throne with his tray filled with jars of honey, when soft footsteps approached. Someone reached out and took a jar from the tray. “So, for honey to be the best it must have the exact same shade of gold as your eyes,” a rich voice spoke.

When Remus looked up, his breath caught. A young man wearing a perfectly fitted, silk toga was holding one of the honey jars and smiling down at Remus with a soft, warm smile. He was slender, with a narrow waist and a face that seemed to be carved out of marble, with delicate features from an uncanny perfection, but the bright liveliness in his silver-grey eyes showed that he was very much not a statue. His ivory skin and light eyes contrasted beautifully with his long, raven black hair, which was now held back by silver pins embroidered with small, delicate diamonds that perfectly matched the colour of his eyes.

Remus immediately knew he was gone for. He also knew he was far from the first man, nor would he be the last, to be captivated by Prince Sirius of the House of Black.

Prince Sirius is widely known to be the most beautiful man in the world. Stories are told about his beauty far and wide, and none of those stories have been exaggerated. Besides kings, queens, princes and princesses pursuing him, even the gods desire him. Apollo has come down from mount Olympus several times to watch the man or even strike up a brief conversation with him, and it is said that even the highest god Zeus has let his eye fall on Sirius, and everyone knows that when the gods want something, they do not patiently wait for it, or bother with permission for that matter. Therefore, it is assumed that Prince Sirius will very soon be the next conquest of one of the gods.

His parents are practically salivating at the thought. After all, when young Ganymede was abducted by Zeus, his parents received divine compensation, the prized horses gifted to King Tros by the highest god himself being admired and envied all over the world, and Sirius is surely as beautiful as Ganymede, maybe even more so. And even if the gods will eventually lose interest in their son, there are still incredibly rich kings who will gladly offer a large portion of their wealth to have Prince Sirius with his legendary beauty at their side. Besides, King Orion and Queen Walburga have a second son for their succession, so that they’re free to exploit Sirius for his beauty.

Every time Remus visited the city, Sirius made time to talk to him, and when Remus found out he was not only beautiful, but also clever and witty and good-hearted, he had completely fallen for the young prince. Completely fallen, while knowing it was completely hopeless.

Until just days after meeting the goddess Aphrodite, Remus heard a frantic knocking. He opened the door and did a double take. The young man’s hair was not neatly styled as usual, instead pulled up in a messy bun with strands falling over his eyes, and his fine clothes looked slightly dishevelled, but unmistakably, Prince Sirius was standing before him.

Before Remus could do more than gasp, Sirius spoke. “Remus, please forgive me my intrusion, but I cannot bear to deny my feelings any longer. I long to be with you! I do not want riches, or titles, or crowns, or even a life among the gods. I just want you! My heart has chosen you, and I refuse to listen to my fears instead of my heart any longer.”

Sirius let himself fall into Remus’ arms, and for a moment, Remus’ heart leapt with joy, but then it was like an ice-cold hand had closed its grip around it as Remus realised what had happened.

Aphrodite’s ‘gift’.

She had given Remus what he desired, but she had not realised Remus did not want to have what he desired if it had to be like this.

Remus told Sirius he was tired and needed to rest. He convinced him to get some sleep, and promised they’d have a conversation in the morning when his mind would be clear.

As soon as Sirius was asleep in Remus’ bed, Remus had rushed to the temple of Aphrodite.

Aphrodite purses her lips and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. “How do you mean ‘not like this’?”

“Not if he didn’t get to choose,” Remus explains pleadingly. “Not if he was used as a tool to do me a favour.”

Aphrodite elegantly arches an eyebrow. “I present you with the most handsome man in the world, a rich, young prince, yours for the taking, and you would refuse?”

Remus only nods.

“Why?”

“Because I love him,” Remus simply states. “I would never want to strip him of his free will, or place my happiness above his.”

Aphrodite stares at him for a moment, and Remus wonders if he has insulted her, if these are his last moments before she changes him into a tree or an insect, or simply burns him to ashes.

But then a small smile appears on the goddess’ face. “For so long, I’ve dealt with people confusing attraction, desire or advantages with love, and it’s a balm to my soul to see pure love, like their is between you and Sirius.”

“I... I don’t understand.”

“You have misunderstood the nature of my gift, my sweet Remus. Allow me to explain.” Aphrodite is smiling indulgently at him now. “You must know that King Orion and Queen Walburga were hoping their son’s beauty would bring them opportunity, and that him having eyes for a simple farm-boy was unacceptable to them. They had threatened that an ill fate would befall you if Sirius were to seek your affections. I have made it clear to them that an even more ill fate would befall them if you or your family would suffer any harm, and you know you must never underestimate just how... inventive us Olympians can be when we really want to punish mortals.”

Remus had not thought such a beautiful face could wear such a dark look, and he shudders, images of Prometheus chained while waiting for the eagles to come eat his liver, Tantalus desperately reaching for the fruits and the water just outside his reach, Sisyphus fruitlessly rolling his stone up to hill coming to mind.

“Also,” Aphrodite continues, her face back to its normal expression. “I made it clear to both Zeus and Apollo to let the boy be. They will listen, because they know better than to cross me.” A pleased little smile. “Those two won’t risk having to live the rest of their immortal lives without ever experiencing a mortal’s love.”

“That’s... wonderful,” Remus says, struggling to find words. “And I am much obliged to you for your kindness. But I still don’t understand. How come Sirius...”

“Regarding Prince Sirius,” Aphrodite says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “My work there consisted of telling him he had nothing to fear from his family or scorned gods anymore. And that’s it.”

“But... But...”

Aphrodite now laughs out loud. “He loved you already, Remus. He was afraid that his parents with their greed or gods unable to handle rejection would harm you if he were to act on those feelings. The moment I made clear he needn’t worry about them anymore, he came to you.”

Remus lets out a breath. “I.. I can hardly believe it.” He laughs shakily, happiness starting to blossom in his chest. “Did you know from the start my feelings were reciprocated?”

“Is there anything concerning love that I do not know?” Then the goddess shrugs. “It may not have entirely been a coincidence I showed up in disguise on your doorstep. Perhaps I had seen the way you and Prince Sirius looked at each other, and I was looking for an excuse to meddle.”

“Thank you,” Remus manages to say. “Thank you, great goddess. I can never repay you for such a gift.”

Aphrodite looks at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “Just continue to prove to me pure love exists, so I can look upon you whenever I need that belief reinforced.”

When Remus returns home, Sirius is sitting on his doorstep with his knees tucked against his chest, worrying his lips between his teeth. The moment he sees Remus approach, he pushes up to his feet and brushes the dirt from his tunic. “I have completely misread the situation, haven’t I?”

“No, Sirius,” Remus says. “No, you haven’t.”

Sirius shakes his head. “I poured my heart out to you. You told me to go to sleep and disappeared.”

“By Zeus, Sirius, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Sirius gives him a sad smile. “It’s okay. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just thought... When you looked at me I thought I saw...”

“What you saw was there!” Remus exclaims. “Sirius, I will explain. Only some days ago, I somehow gained the favour of the goddess Aphrodite, and she promised me a reward of some sort. So when you showed up here, I thought she had looked into my heart and seen only you, and that the feelings of which you spoke weren’t your own, but a spell she had cast on you in order to please me. That you weren’t here of your own choosing.”

Sirius blinks at him, and then shakes his head, stepping forward and placing his hand gently on Remus’ cheek. Remus briefly wonders if he’s dreaming, but Sirius looks so beautiful, Remus wouldn’t have been able to dream up such a vision.

“Remus,” Sirius speaks. “Let me reassure you. I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

[nakedcows]

dark! King Aemond x Sister Reader Part 2

Thank you all so much for the love you gave on part 1 I'm very glad you enjoyed it. For those who don't know I did post a part 2 last week (while i was drunk ;;) but I didn't like so I reworked it and made it a tad longer. Thank you for your patients I hope you enjoy it.

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word count: 7.1k

Warnings: Exobition, dubcon, purity culture, Fingering, a touch of infatilism, grooming, dead dove don't eat

Y/n sat in the secluded part of the godswood under a flower arch. While Aemond was the only who new of this secret paradise shielded from the prying eyes and scathing whispers of the court, he was not who Y/n dreamed about when she came to sit under the delicate flowers. It was Cregan Stark. She dreamed of how they first met and how he quickly warmed her frightful heart soon after he had arrived in Kingslanding.

Y/n born a princess meant to stay chaste, until her father found a useful man to force upon her, she didn't interact with older boys often. The only one Y/n was familiar with was her eldest brother Aegon. Aegon was the first to teach Y/n how boys nearly grown behaved. Her first insight to how men see women. To her dismay Aegon taught Y/n men were vile things more inclined to use surreptitious means to exploit a woman's body, whether she be a young girl or a woman grown. When Aegon would lift her maids skirts then jest about their teary eyes, or red faces she learned men found a woman's shame entertaining. When Aegon called for a serving girl to fill his cup only to grope her breast holding her close when she tried to pull away, Y/n learned men don't concern themselves with a woman's dignity. When Y/n overheard a maid begging for him to stop. Begging him to release his hold on her Y/n learned permission meant nothing to men.

Y/n was afraid. Afraid of the day her body would betray her. Afraid of when her flat chest would become full enough for boys to grab onto and her hips wide enough for people to feign ignorance to her cries for help. With her new found fear Y/n was distressed when her king father informed her that Rickon Stark would be visiting the capital with his son Cregan, who she was expected to strike up a friendship with; for both diplomacy and to access compatibility were a match between Y/n and Cregan made in the future. Y/n sat at a table in the gardens. The table set with an array of tea and cakes as she mindlessly fiddled with the pendant of her necklace as she awaited Cregan's arrival. What would he do to her she wondered. Cregan was to arrive with an escort, but they would be left to to their own devices once he was present. The guards were stationed too far away to notice were Cregan to attempt something unseemly. Y/n wonders if the guards would bother to care were they able to see Cregan's hands wander. Aegon told her once there are men grown who have an appetite for girls as young as her. Perhaps the guards were the type of men who would sooner encourage Cregan to defile her the way they themselves fantasized rather then assist her in her time of peril. Cregan arrived with a Kingsguard before Y/n could decipher what kind of men her father had left to protect her.

Cregen looked different than Y/n had expected. Her father Viserys had told her Cregan was a boy nearly four and ten, but he carried himself with the confidence of a man grown. Y/n was used to awkward lanky boys with short hair Cregan however, was incomparable. Were the boys of the south had narrow shoulders with the beginnings of muscles filling out their body, Cregan had large shoulders squared confidently as he strolled into the gardens. Y/n was used to brown and green eyes accompanied by light brown, blond, and red hair. While Cregan's was hair was darker than night in comparison. A murky sea of black flowing slightly bellow his chin coming to a slight curl at the ends, and deep set grey eyes that appeared older that his years.

"Hello princess Y/n, it is an honor to meet you," Cregan said with a bow. Y/n sat stiff in her chair staring at Cregan, put off by his different appearance and fearful of being alone with him. Lifting his head Cregan moved to take his seat across from Y/n, but paused when he noticed Y/n's discomfort. Cregan had expected a spoiled princess covered in grandiose jewels making condescending conversation and back handed compliments about him being a Northern dog. However, now that he was here with her Cregan thought Y/n resembled a bashful common girl too nervous to speak her mind in front of a noble rather than a pompous royal. Cregan could relate to Y/n's unease. This was his first time traveling outside of the North and was exasperated at being forced visit the cesspit of Kingslanding to befriend a stranger with unfamiliar customs.

"Forgive me my lady, but I find this set up a tad too formal. I'd prefer a stroll in the gardens rather than stiff conversation over tea and cake would that be agreeable?" Cregan asked. Y/n's shoulders slacked at the suggestion a small smile etched on her face as she gave a nod.

"Please lead the way. It would please me greatly to have you show me around," Cregan said with a kind smile. Y/n slid off her chair feeling a more confident now that she had a bit more control over their encounter. Y/n lead Cregan down a path in the gardens to her favorite spot. The walkway had rows of white and pale pink flower bushes that got larger and more unkempt the further down the path they went. The path itself was scattered with petals, leaves, and small twigs. The occasional thicket jutting out of the bushes surrounding them nearly snagging their clothes as if to greet them to this secluded area they are left free to roam in.

"You may call me Y/n if you would like," Y/n said finally gaining the courage to speak. "We are meant to begin a friendship as of today. It would feel more sincere were we to call each other by our names" she said. Cregan huffed out a laugh grinning widely at the princess' forwardness.

"I would like that Y/n," Cregan said turning his head to face Y/n. Y/n lead Cregan down the path to a bench with an over grown flower arch of light pink roses with flecks of purple and catmints dangling over head.

"This is the best part of the gardens. Not many people come here so it's always pleasantly quiet. One can be alone long enough to think here without others to interrupt or add their advice," Y/n said sitting down to close her eyes and lean her head back.

"Do you often find it difficult," Cregan began gathering Y/n's attention once more. "To be alone long enough to think for yourself?" Cregan's eyes held concern face contorted with unease. Y/n had opened her mouth to respond, but quickly fell silent. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. She had always thought herself freer than other young girls. She wasn't required to run errands, or scrub floors and wait on the whims of a lady all day in case she wanted her assistance. But was she truly free. Was her life really her own. She had enjoyed her needle point, but she was not permitted to learn the politics of the world or train with the sword as her brothers did. When asked why she was told it was improper for a lady to learn such things. Her lessons always seemed to be mind numbingly condescending as if she was too womenly to understand. Were her lessons even anything of value. Lessons in etiquette, poise, and dancing they were all designed around pleasing her father or highborn men. Y/n was told she was destined to marry a man of noble standing to improve her fathers reach within the realm. It's what others said she was to be contented about in the future. Her future. A future she did not choose and had no say in. A future that ended the day she was wed. All of her diligent work in poise the personal connections she would make would be severed when her father found her a husband. When she would be cast aside and forgotten no longer of any use. Y/n's lessons in proper court behavior in Kingslanding would be useless when she was carted away to a far off land. Doomed to remain tethered to her marital bed and produce heirs for her lord husband, until she passed from old age or was ripped open from the inside by her own babe.

"Yes.... it is not often others want me to think as I please or want to hear what it is I think. The word of a princess is of little value," Y/n said monotone. Cregan felt his heart clench at the new look on Y/n's face. Her once relaxed shoulders with a care free smile was replaced by a hunched stooper and a blank stare, as if the world was far off beyond her reach. Cregan knelt before Y/n gingerly cupping her hand giving them a light squeeze. He gazed at her intently as if she were a flower he was afraid would not bloom without him there to see it.

"It is the atrocity of men to squander the thoughts of a lady. Roses bloom with thorns however, many would seek to cut them. Attempting to make the rose appear less threatening to pluck. Do not forget your thorns Y/n," he said. Y/n's eyes flooded with tears a soft smile returning to her.

"I won't Cregan," she said squeezing his hands back.

Cregan.

Her sweet Cregan Stark. He always carried gentle words of endearment to steady her fearful heart. It didn't feel wrong when he spoke to her of marriage. It didn't make her hands quake and her breath stop short the way it did when her mother spoke to her about it. When he spoke of taking Y/n to the North it didn't sound as if he meant to carry her away so that he could boast about having a princess on his arm. Cregan talked about the North as if it was the most breathtaking beauty he had the honor to live in and he wanted the privilege of sharing it with her. She wanted him. She missed him.

And she cried out his name while ridding on Aemond's thigh.

Cregan!" She cried out as her peak inched closer and closer. Y/n's suddenly felt hands forcefully grab her hips stopping her mid thrust. She whined and tried desperately to move her hips again, but was halted by Aemond's strong grip.

"What," he said. Aemond's eye's were burning through Y/n his face filling with rage.

"I-I," Y/n stuttered still slightly dizzy from her impending climax.

"What did you say?" Aemond snarled tightening his grip.

"Cregan," she whispered lowering her head. Aemond shoved Y/n off of his toned thigh and held her under him by her waist. Y/n began to tremble staring into her brother's cold eye as he lowered his face to hers.

"I am allowing you to quell your wanton needs to keep you safe and away from lustful temptation. Not to for you to dream of Northern dogs!" he says loosing his temper.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so-" Aemond brought his hand over Y/n's mouth silencing her.

"No no you're not sorry. Not yet. It seems that mutt has yet to leave the recesses of your mind sweet girl, but do not worry. Your brother will fix it dear heart," he said. Aemond brought his other hand up and began stroking Y/n's face wiping a stray tear. "It seems I'll have to train you dear sister. You must be confused silly girl. I allowed you to peak just after that letter and now your poor head has become muddled. We cannot have that can we?" Aemond looked at Y/n expectantly giving her waist a squeeze. Y/n vigorously shook her head. "No we can't. Do not worry sweet sister I will rectify this matter. I will be all you think of. I will be all you crave," Aemond said with a small crooked smile.

Aemond's solution proved to be more laborious than Y/n had initially thought it would be. Aemond decided to begin Y/n's training during her lesson with maester Tirius Cartwell. Y/n had always been curious about the world of Old Valyria. Wanting to appease Y/n's taste for Old Valyria, Aemond sent for Tirius. Tirius Cartwell was well versed in Old Valrian culture and artifacts. Travelling from Essos, Tirius brought with his findings from the ruins of Valyria and the answers to Y/n's questions. As long as Aemond was present for the lessons of course. While Tirius prattled on about the change in economy in old Valyria Aemond had slipped his hand under the desk and inserted two of his fingers into Y/n's entrance, still coated in slick from this morning. Y/n let out a small shriek turning her head curtly Aemond, who kept his head forward with a smirk.

"Are you alright my lady?" Tirius asked his brows cinching with concern.

"Y-yes please continue," Y/n said giving a reassuring smile.

"Very well then where was I?"

"The change in currency," Aemond said refusing to spare Y/n a glance.

"Ah yes the currency. Due to the sudden influx of goods-" Without giving Y/n room to immerse herself back into maester Tirius' lesson Aemond added a third finger and began to slowly glide his fingers in and out of Y/n's entrance. Y/n bit her lip the sensation of Aemond's slick fingers inside her core gingerly stroking every inch he could reach, caressing up and back to the spongy part of her cunny nearly forced an involuntary moan from her lips. Y/n took deep breaths to ground herself and was nearly able to give Tirius her full attention once more. Until, Aemond thrusted his thumb roughly into her pearl applying preassure to her sensitive bud without giving it any reprieve. Y/n shrieked louder this time placing her hands on the desk above her lap to prevent laying on top of it for support.

"Are you sure you are alright princess, perhaps we should postpone our lesson for today?" Tirius asked. Y/n looked to Aemond who still did not turn to face her resting his head in his palm with a promiscuous glint in his eye.

"I-i am fine please just hurry," Y/n strained out scratching the desk with her nails to keep from crying out as Aemond applied more pressure to her love bud. Concerned for the princess' health Tirius quickly summarized the rest of his lesson before gathering his map and replica of an old Valarian coin.

"Farewell princess, due rest you seem to be flushed," Tirius said turning to leave. Aemond leaned into Y/n's ear.

"Thank him for his lesson," Aemond whispered.

"A-aemond please-" Y/n was cut off by Aemond's fingers pushing deeper into her spongy spot at the very back of her entrance. Y/n curled her toes and gripped the table.

"Be a good girl," Aemond said his voice taking on a stern tone.

"T-thank you for the lesson maester Tirius," Y/n gasped out.

"Your welcome my lady," maester Tirius said bowing and taking his leave. When the door finally shut Aemond thrusted his fingers faster inside of Y/n. His palm meeting with Y/n's bud until her eyes rolled back and her legs trembled as her peak consumed her. Aemond removed his hand from Y/n's womanhood bringing his fingers still soaked in her juices to his mouth to lap at her slick. Y/n let out a puff of air that was sitting in her chest folding over the desk breathing heavily to catch her breath.

"You did beautifully sweet sister. I nearly thought you'd snap, but you were such a good girl for me," Aemond said with a fond smile. Y/n still dazed from the ordeal gave Aemond a lopsided smile. Aemond gave Y/n a kiss on her temple and while stroking the line of her jaw he couldn't help, but idolize his sister. Marveling at her flushed face and far-off stare so consumed by the pleasure he contrived upon her. He loved when Y/n looked like this, sputtering and gasping from his touch knowing he was the only one to make her lascivious. It made Aemond feel needed as if he were an essential treasure never to be abandoned or forgotten. Though he now laid claim to the seven kingdoms Aemond was still looked down upon. The title of One-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer haunted him even while his boundless prestige had Westeros by the throat. A pest the people were desperate to die out so they could erase his likeness from their memory. But here with his sweet Y/n he was no king. He was no cripple. He was no kinslayer. With Y/n he was everything. Her moon and stars, her drive for living. He wanted to be the song in her heart, the air she breathes, the blood in her veins. Aemond survived on being her everything. He needed to be her everything and he would guarantee he was before the the sun was pushed over the horizon by the moon.

"We have a special guest joining us for supper dear heart. Wear something green," he said. Aemond gave Y/n on last stroke to her head before leaving to attend a council meeting. Y/n panting and gasping draped over the desk slowly sat up to gather herself and head to the sept for her daily prayer.

Later that day Y/n arrived at dinner in a sleeveless emerald green dress. The dress was short sleeved with lace flowers decorating the bodice and along the edges of the cape trailing behind it. Y/n had thought that a lord and lady from a prominent house were in attendance for dinner and she was to wear green as a reminder that though it is a Tagaryen who rules, the greens were the ones who had final claim of the iron throne. However, she was not prepared for who would be waiting at dinner. After the guards opened the door Y/n froze mouth gaping in disbelief as her mother Alicent sat at the head of the table.

"Y/n it's lovely to see you my sweet girl!" Alicent said rushing over to embrace Y/n. Y/n hesitantly returned her mother's hug in her surprise. Wrapping her arms around her mother while glowering at Aemond, who sat at the table with a broad smirk. Alicent had returned to old town after Y/n and Aemond's grandsire Otto Hightower had passed soon after Aemond took the throne. Aemond had told them both it was to give their dear mother a reprieve from the constant stress and politicking accentuated by the Dance of The Dragons. In reality Aemond began to grow jealous of his mother's closeness with Y/n. During the war Alicent was faced with the reality that losing said war would mean the death of not only her, but her children. The sudden reality of her children's mortality caused Alicent to cling to her sons and daughters. Her love once passive became lively taking every opportunity to dote on her four children. It's what Aemond had always desired. What Y/n survived on in the chaos of the war. What gave Aegon the courage to take up arms before he disappeared.

Alicent's burgundy hair now had small specks of gray in it and new creases along her eyes, but she was still the caring mother Y/n had remembered. Alicent pulled back from Y/n and led her to her seat across from Aemond. "I have missed the both of you dearly. I know that we share letters with each other, but it fills me with endless joy to see you in person," Alicent said reaching over and grabbing Y/n and Aemond's hands.

"I as well mother," Y/n said staring affectionately at her mother.

"While I am elated to see you after so many moons mother, pray tell what prompted you to visit?" Y/n asked.

"Oh Aemond sent a raven saying there was news he wished me to be present for," Alicent said turning to look at Aemond. Y/n lifted her head to Aemond quizzically while Aemond smiled brightly at her.

"I wanted mother to be here when I asked. I thought it better for her to witness it in person rather then read it in a letter," Aemond said. Aemond rose from his seat and walked over to Y/n's side of the table taking both of her hands in his.

"Y/n I wish to take you as my wife," Aemond said gazing fondly at Y/n.

Y/n felt her breathe hitch she didn't know what to think or what to feel. When the thought of marriage plagued her mind it was still the thought living in the icy North with Cregan that would extinguish the fear it awoken within her. She turned to look at her mother. Alicent's eye's were brimming with tears and a delighted smile on her face staring expectantly at Y/n. Y/n's mind drifted to Cregan in that moment. What would he think when he heard the news. What would he think of her. She had yet to even respond to his letter coated in his devotion to her what would he say if he received a letter announcing her betrothal to another as a reply. Y/n held her breathe along with her tears as she returned to look at Aemond with the sweetest smile she could muster.

"I would love that dearly," she said.

[noforkingclue]

That one Hobbit/LOTR anon, back again. If you're still up for it, can I have a dark!Thranduil x human reader? (I'm not sure it's mentioned in the movies, but just in case please AU him as unmarried or widowed.)

The reader trespassed in Mirkwood and was imprisoned by Thranduil. He doesn't believe her story so he keeps her locked up, or maybe just because he's petty. Thranduil has her brought out and questioned semi-regularly, it's possible he just bored. The details aren't super important.

Reader is pissed obviously, but treads the line and avoids being overtly disrespectful. She doesn't say much, but is passive-aggressive to a level that allows for plausible deniability. She doesn't seem cowed by him, doesn't kneel or bow, and never directly address him or use any honorifics.

Thranduil outwardly seems aloof and disinterested in all their interactions, acting like dealing with some common human was beneath him and an inconvenience. But, internally maybe he finds himself craving your subjugation and frustrated at your lack of proper deference.

Reader says something to the effects of "You may be a King, but you're not my King" and that makes him snap. That's the first time you see a break in his countenance and suddenly his hands are on you and he's right in your face. He's only ever had his guards escort you, he's never touched you before then.

Now, you're scared. Maybe he threatens you, maybe he makes you beg or prostrate yourself. There's a lot of options here.

In this prompt I don't know that he'd make it sexual immediately, I imagine he'd be in denial about being attracted so someone so much lower than himself. However, I'd leave it up to your discretion.

Thank you in advance!

So this is my first time writing another LotR/Hobbit related so I hope I've done a good job!

Also, I anyone wants any other fics from LotR/Hobbit please feel free to request them! I love both of these so I'm happy to write for them :D

Anyway, hope you like the fic :)

Title: Submission

Warnings: dark fic

You gasped as a strong hand curled around your neck and lifted you high off the ground. Thranduil was a lot stronger than he appeared. He easily lifted you into the air as the tip of your toes just brushed the ground. He brought you closer to him, your nose brushing against his.

“Would you care to repeat what you just said.”

His voice was calm and level but this close to him you could see the boiling rage in his eyes. You swallowed thickly and refused to answer. He tightened his grip slightly and you knew that it was going to leave bruises. That is, if you survived.

“I would advise you not to disobey my orders.”

“You may be a King,” you croaked out, “but you’re not my King.”

Thranduil sneered and dropped you harshly. You gasped at the sudden impact on the cold floor and he turned on his heel and marched back up towards his throne. Really it had been an honest mistake. You were a nomad and you had ventured into Mirkwood by mistake. As soon as you realised where you were you tried to leave but it was too late. You had swiftly taken prisoner and had been locked up ever since. You had lost track of the days you had been kept here and longed to be back on the road.

It wasn’t as though you had been kept in solitary confinement. You were regularly brought up for questioning by the Elven King. You had answered his questions as best as you could but he was beginning to test your limits. Today you finally lost it and, well, it hadn’t ended up well for you. You rubbed your neck, wincing when you accidentally pressed too hard against it.

Thranduil sat back down on his throne and looked down at you. He crossed one leg over the other and propped his chin up on his hand. You were a stubborn one and really he was beginning to think that you weren’t a spy. That you really were just a harmless traveller who stumbled in here by mistake. But he wanted to see you crumble. He wanted to see you on your knees, begging for mercy. This had been the first time he touched you and he curled his fingers, wanting the feeling of your soft flesh under his hands once again. He drummed his fingers of his other hand on the arm on his throne as he looked down at you.

Yes, you looked good like this.

On your knees and fear in your eyes.

“You are a traveller.” he said, his voice shattering the silence

“I,” you coughed, before continuing weakly, “I am.”

“Hmm.”

“I am glad that you are listening to me.”

You glanced up at Thranduil and the look on his face told you that you were on thin ice. For a human you were not unpleasant looking and your defiance was an interesting streak. He was too used to people doing immediately what he wanted. While that was nice, and expected, your stubbornness was a refreshing change of pace.

Now he wanted your submission.

“You would like,” he said eventually, “to be out of the cells.”

Your gaze sharpened but the fear remained. Thranduil wanted that to stay.

“That’s correct.” you said

He raised his head and looked down at you.

“Then maybe,” he said, “you can do something about that. For your King.”

Those last three words made your blood turn cold and you didn’t like the look on his face.

“Unless you’d rather go back to the cells,” his voice remained level, “but I can assure you that you'll have a far more comfortable time if you do as I say. And pleasant, if you behave.”

“And what do you want?” you asked weakly

“Come here,” he beckoned you towards him, spreading his legs, “and I’ll let you know what to do.”

You made to stand up but Thranduil held up a hand.

“On your knees,” he said, “where you belong.”

Crawling towards him was humiliating but maybe, just maybe, this was providing you with a way to escape. Little did you know that as you crawled towards him, Thranduil was already making plans. You might be a mere human but he was never going to let you go.

You were his.