#nonnie mail

[goodeapple]

you got any of that good shit with Cregan Stark ?

oh, i thought ya'll would never ask

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“it’s nothing, really husband.” ysilla giggles, and while it’s infuriatingly cute and the most welcome sound he’s heard all night, the matching smirk her stepfather dons begins to stir his blood. 

“it seems you’ve married a puppy, little one.”

cregan doesn’t quite care for the way the rogue prince’s eyes hang on his stepdaughter. the way they seem to caress her lips and the arch of her brow. how they drink in the glow of her skin and the sweep of her curls. and, most heinously, how they gaze on the swell of her tits and the bloom of her backside. 

he knows the targaryens blend blood and desire without shame from the gods but after tonight, ysilla is no longer just a targaryen. she’s a stark too, and starks protect their own. 

“puppies have been known to guard what is theirs with fierceness that shouldn’t be rivaled. And their teeth aren't just for looks, good father.” cregan picks his words carefully, playing the game his uncle had told him is so important down here. he usually wouldn’t layer a threat so subtly- he has no time for fancy words, his blade and his bluntness enough to get his point across. but stabbing his wife’s stepfather isn’t an approved wedding gift, so he bites his tongue until he tastes metal. 

ysilla blinks at him, her eyebrows raising in surprise, but the smile pulling at her mouth is impressed. she curls around his arm, tucking herself into his side and he calms almost immediately. he wants to groan- he’s already wrapped around his wife's little finger. 

daemon regards him with apathetic eyes, his only retort to take a sip from his goblet before departing with a lingering hmmm. the festivities are in full swing, northmen and southerners mingling without long learned prejudices, barrels and barrels of ale doing wonders for their moods.

“well that was fun.” ysilla laughs, her demureness fading away with every cup she drains. her cheeks are rosy, from rouge and wine, and cregan can’t stop himself from wondering if she flushes all over when she’s happy, when she’s excited. the glaze over her eyes turns the orbs into glossy amethyst stones, bejeweled and sparkling, hypnotizing to any who stare too deep.

“you know… all of my maids warned me of the brutish tendencies of north wolves,” ysilla’s fingertips tickle his skin as she traces fine lines over the scars on his forearm. she trails upwards, gliding up the swell of his bicep and across his shoulder before coming to rest at the column of his neck. cregan swallows, feeling like a rabbit in a trap, the princess a wolf creeping closer. his pulse jumps and she must feel it, as her thumb starts to stroke the bob of his throat. 

“how I should be prepared to discover bruises on my hips… my thighs… my breasts. how I might walk with a limp depending on his…” ysilla's focus draws to the front of his breeches, her small pink tongue darting out to moisten her mouth. cregan feels a growl start to rumble in his chest. 

“size.” 

all is quiet between the newlyweds, the raucous sound of both of their families filling dragonstone to the brim. 

“i thought you didn’t want a bedding ceremony.” cregan finally says tersely. ysilla’s forehead crinkles, her head tilting, regarding him with confusion.

“i don’t.”

“well, if you don’t want me to drag you to the nearest chamber and prove to you how much of a brute your new husband can be,” he clasps her wandering hand in his, squeezing gently before lacing their fingers together. “i beg of you to stop driving me fucking mad with your touch.” 

ysilla smiles and he’s seen shadowcats with duller teeth. 

“all I’ve wanted since I saw you this morning is to slip into your lap and ride you like a wild horse. and to admire exactly what I get to spend the rest of my life having fill me up every night.”

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btw, i read this ask like this

[lunaslovelyrambles]

Ur amazing & u simply have to write Reiner scenarios with a happy ending as atonement for the tears u have made me shed 🥲

LOL I KNOW,, i love him to bits and pieces, it's about time i wrote something happy for him

after i wrote my last fic for reiner, i realized that the last, like, four things i've written for him have been pure angst. he's just such a guilt-ridden character, it's so easy to write angst for him 😖

[littlexdeaths]

hi mari!!

first of all i LOVE the way you write! i love how you write eddie so much and i had a request for whenever you get the time and if you want to write it… so, i saw this spicy video (iykwim) and there was this thing that honestly made everything so much hotter. when the guy took off his girls panties he hung them on himself (he was already hard obviously) and he then f*cked her like that until they finished even on different positions……. i was speechless i have never seen anything like it and it was hot as hell!

so i was thinking of maybe you writing something like that where eddie surprises the reader by hanging her panties/thong on his hard pack and doing the reader like that. i just thought that was such an eddie/dilf!eddie thing to do i had to tell you hehe tell me what you think👀🤭

hi darling!!

and thank you so much, that really means a lot to me 🥹

also, im so sorry this definitely isn’t what you asked for, but this thought is just stuck in my head and i had to get it out. besides i needed something to make me giggle today.

so i hope this okay 🥺

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: eddie is the biggest dork of all time, allusions to oral & sex, dick talk lmao

“Eddie, take them off please?” you whine, as he continues to brush his fingers over the elastic band.

He’s been at this for the last twenty minutes, touching you over your now soaked underwear. Before teasingly running his fingers back up along the seam.

And in turn driving you absolutely mad.

His eyes meet yours, mischief clouding his irises as he hooks his fingers beneath the elastic. He tugs them down slowly, letting his fingers graze along your thighs as he goes.

Once they are finally off you breathe a sigh of relief, spreading your legs wider for him. But he’s not looking at you now. Instead his gaze is focused on the pair of panties he has hooked around his index finger.

He swings them in a circle, ignoring your groan of annoyance, “Come on, Ed, what are you doing?”

If he hadn’t been teasing you for so long you might find his actions funny, but right now all you wanted was his face buried between your thighs.

“Just… hold on a second, babe.” He says, attempting to hold back a laugh. “I wanna try something.”

You watch in confusion as he suddenly pulls his hardened cock from the confines of his boxers. That confusion turns to mock horror as he hooks your panties around his shaft.

Eddie places his hands on his hips as he begins to swing them in a circle. The article of clothing begins to swing slightly, but it’s his cock that is gaining more momentum.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh at the utter ridiculous display in front of you.

Your boyfriend peeks up at you from under his lashes, as he continues to swing his dick around even faster. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, as a familiar look of concentration passes over his features.

“What’s it look like, sweetheart? Tryin’ to see if I can swing ‘em in a circle.”

[bloodbruise]

regulus sending james little videos of him getting himself off while james is at work

oh this is... yeah this is it.

he changes it up. sending james videos of him languidly stroking his cock and whining lowly. hips jerking into his hand with a wobbly, "fuck- james." or videos of him, legs spread and three fingers inside himself, with the caption 'they don't feel as good as yours :(' sometimes its one of him desperately grinding into the mattress, high pitched cries muffled by the bed sheets. he's sending pictures too. ones of him messy, cum covering his hands and chest after getting himself off. or texts of 'come home soon daddy <3' followed by pictures of him in lingerie—with pretty lace and pink bows that make james fucking feral. all of it does really, no matter what regulus sends. james thinks he must have been born with innate wiring that inevitably makes his brain short circuit whenever he sees regulus naked.

reg is a bastard too, sending them when he knows james is in a meeting. tries to see if he can get him weak, get him to send a 'christ love, you're gonna kill me' or an 'add another finger' the unspoken 'and send me another video once you do' clear to regulus. or, if he's already weak, see if he can get james to break. get him to excuse himself from the meeting and fumble into his office. to not even bother locking the door before shoving his pants down and wrapping a hand around himself. to use the last of his functioning brain cells to press the call button next to regulus' name; before dipping into arousal-induced drunkness at the sounds of regulus' moans and pictures on his phone.

[iwaasfairy]

⛩️: faiwy, you can’t spell incessant bickering without incest and who always bickers incessantly in haikyuu?

“tsumu-nii, samu-nii, do identical twins have the same dick size?”

“nah, mine is bigger.”

“nuh uh, samu! mine’s way bigger,”

“here baby, we’ll show you.”

AdHndhdjriorirjrj yEEEE it would be suchghhhh a (pleasure) pain to be stuck between the two of them, constantly trying to one up each other. BUT THIS MAKES ME SHRgGfdgsUR SCREAAAMMMMM ⛩️ nonnIE PLSKDJJRJR

i feel like the little sister wouldn't even start it,, more like, suddenly someone just decides that who's dick is bigger is up for question now and you're the one who's gotta bear witness before they get into a fucking fight about it JHGfusdifygis

"yer actin' stupid. it doesn't matter. and if it does, mine is definitely bigger. i'm a centimeter taller than you too."

"like hell ya' are- stupid samu, i've been in locker rooms with ya since elementary. i know my dick is bigger."

"no, it ain't." and then as soon as you look up and even so much as give the tiniest frown, they'll both be crowding into your space and being wayyyy too comfortable with you. "who's got the bigger cock?"

"what?? what are you two fighting about?"

"just take a quick look, c'mon- it'll be easy ta tell anyway."

"think again, tsumu. yer full of shit." then he'll look at you as if this is your problem now too. "settle it for us? you've seen yer big brother's naked before, right?"

"wait, wait, wait, maybe she should decide when we're hard- ain't that fair or somethin'?"

"w-what? how the hell are ya gonna get hard right now, niichan?"

"hmmm, I don' know. put yer mouth on it?"

[stunie]

I’m an Umemiya girlie (and Togame) through and through but I’ve recently started to see Sakura’s appeal. Do you have any recs handy for good Sakura fics?

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HIIIII CHERRY WELCOME BACK !! hope ur doing awesome!!! (: 🤍 sakura appeal is so real. here is a list that i split into sfw / nsfw for you <33 uhh but they’re not all fics !! i put the long ones at the top tho xx

also so sorry . i read so many that i can’t remember them all :’) i didn’t include very many but these r some of the recent ones ive read !! make sure to read their rules before interacting as always!! (also amazing taste. ume girlies <333 yes .)

NSFW STUFF:

exposure therapy (ft. suo). this fic ! the one where i maxxed my tags ? yes this one. the characterization is unreal. it’s a must read. a MUST READ.

you fuck in ume’s bed (🥲) i’m not gonna link eve’s entire masterlist here but head straight to her account if u need sakura!! there’s like three other fics i can see rn >///<

phone sex . god . i’m not gonna say anything else. just read the first paragraph and you’ll understand.

raw for the first time !!!!!!!! this made me fall to my knees btw. i actually squatted down against the floor bc i wasn’t gonna read this standing .

SFW STUFF:

miscommunication : i haven’t read the full fic version yet wtf ??? i read the short version. i will be reblogging this one soon. it was so. so. cute.

CUTENESS AGGRESSSSSIONN : u BITE sakura and it’s cute.

decorating his room! : this made me soft … he needs this love fr

he gets jealous : HE GOT JEALOUS OF SUO .

realizes he has a crush on u : all of bibi’s works for sakura r just ..

patching him up after a fight : CUTE. CUTIE . YEAH !

he visits the bakery u work at : he’s trying his best here !!!

calling him by his first name : sakura ko’d by this btw

you feed him veggies : now how did u manage to do that ??

there’s only one bed .. : oh dear .

[peachsayshi]

actually going crazy over your last post like i wish i could use better words but it’s actually reduced me to soup for brains rn.

OK BUT imagine all that and include….. forced proximity.

like i have this hc ab having him asigned to you during his transition into the jj world, maybe bc ur technique counters his well somehow? (irrelevant to my horny brain, but i also like to imagine a technique similar to the avatar from atla very ambitious ik, which would include blood bending) and the elders want to be really sure he’s not a threat. so here you are the first few months (im ignoring everything bad going on in the manga lmao) with Choso following you around everywhere bc you’re not allowed to have him out of your sight. can you imagine the first few times he caught on to your “heat” and didn’t know what to do with himself? he can barely get away from you long enough to clear his head and it drives him crazy.

anyways, i could go on forever ESPECIALLY ab Choso, but yeah love your writing and i wanted to share what it made me think of <3

(cw: voyeurism; primal/prey (ish?) )

nonnie, please, let's talk about this some more. choso isn't leaving my head today and I feel like I'm about to go insane.

(ps. the details of your technique countering/balancing choso's is such an amazing idea!! I love that!!)

oh, our poor baby boy. he would be positively frazzled in the beginning - he'd struggle to cope, and look visibly distraught. at first you just think it's an inherent strangeness that he has because he's half cursed spirit. but then you start realizing that this reaction doesn't always happen because there are times when he's completely normal and not like he's been plagued with visceral discomfort.

you like choso. you think he's sweet, a little innocent and naive, but kind overall. he never gave you any reason to doubt that but even you can't deny the dark glimmer in his eye when he looks at you. it's a gaze that he shares with no one else. and the expression on his face, cheeks red with a friendly smile, simply counter the danger that swirls in his irises.

it's a look that makes you want to hide like a bunny scampering away from a lone predator.

of course, you have to tell yourself that you're being foolish. shrugging off your ridiculous nerves when you remind yourself that this is choso you're worrying about.

the man can barely hold it together when yuji shows him one of those adorable cat videos that he finds online. there's no reason for you to be so unnerved by him.

and yet, you're you're hyper aware of how small the space is whenever you're forced to share a room together while away on a mission. you notice that choso, is in fact, quite large and takes up plenty of the space. he's all broad shoulders and ripped muscle; obsidian details contrasting against his smooth, pale canvas. you can't turn without him being in your line of sight.

trapped in a cage of four walls.

it's when you're alone with him that you pay attention to how those eyes deepen, sinking further into the depths of peculiar mystery, revealing a puzzle that you can't seem to decipher. it's when you're alone with them where you realize that sometimes his attention will drop to your lips, or to your breasts. it's when you're alone with him when you feel the pulse of adrenaline reverberate across your skin, goosebumps rising with your heart beating wildly as you ponder whether or not to let your guard down.

he slips up once when you're both away. you swear you felt him breathe in the scent of your perfume against your neck, but choso reacted like nothing was out of the ordinary as you spun on your heel to confront him. his discipline strikes with a twitch of his jaw and a clench of his fist, and he simply fibs that he was looking over your shoulder to observe the mission documents on the table.

his cheeks are blushing furiously now, and it twists your stomach into knots.

he can't possibly...

you shake your head, refusing to reduce his behavior to something so simple as a silly crush.

yes, you both spend a lot of time together, but choso is a death painting womb. he isn't even human. there is no way that he could be feeling those kind of feelings. and especially not with you.

but the thought sits in your head until later that evening, when you're standing in the hotel bathroom. there's an ache in your chest that's spreading down between your legs. you've never actually thought about choso in this capacity, and you don't understand why it's making every nerve tingle.

it's bold of you to make the decision and open the shared bathroom door until it was ajar. to then step into the steamy shower, the silhouette of your enticing, captivating curves a print for the wolf to track. and you can't help but wonder as warm droplets trickle over your soft, delicate skin...if he's standing there right now, and observing you patiently from the shadows.

[goodeapple]

one more cregan crumb from you.. PLEAK 🙏🏼🙏🏼

if i must 😔✋

“everyone is around here somewhere. i think all that’s left is my sister.” jace says, dropping his duffel next to the couch before flopping down on it with a heavy sigh.

cregan grabs the framed picture off the side table, looking at the pre-pubescent faces of the targaryen kids. jace is all sunburnt baby fat, and luke’s curls are a mop on his head. little joff is splayed out on the quilt they're all sat upon, tucked carefully between his siblings' knobby knees. the only girl, ysilla, smiles with all her teeth and throws up a peace sign with her left hand. it was taken at the summer place they have in pentos- jace had brought him along on holiday last june. 

"the last piece on the targ chessboard. can't say i'm not kinda excited to meet her." the northman hums, setting the picture back with careful fingers, the heavy crystal frame threatening to tumble from his grip.

jace looks at him oddly before recognition dawns on his face. "i always forget you two've never met. which is kinda crazy because my sister's my rock. she's been there for everything."

cregan admires the unity of his friend's family. they're all joined at the hip- heart on their sleeves, everything laid bare for each other to pick and tear apart, but they don't. they love with a tenderness that cregan can't begin to understand. feelings, especially talk of feelings is far from a northern custom.

"only girl outta all you boys- poor lass probably ran away to join the silent sisters." cregan japes, collapsing into the plush sofa with a pleased groan. he hates traveling when it's hot (he's not built for it).

jace snorts, face shoved into a pillow. "yeah right, they'd kick her arse out."

somewhere in the spacious estate, a heavy door slams and syrax and caraxes go barking mad.

"im home! where is everybody!" a clear chiming bell of a voice echos cathedral-like from the foyer.

jace pops up like a fresh daisy. "silli! come 'ere, want you to meet someone."

cregan feels oddly nervous as he catches the fall of footsteps coming up the hall. his heart hammers thickly in his chest as a figure appears in the doorway, sliding into place like she's always been there.

"creg, man, this is my older sister, ysilla. 'silla, this is my best mate, cregan stark."

small fuckin' world.

cregan makes his legs work before his mouth can catch up. he rises, knees like jelly in a jar and edges in for a handshake. ysilla regards with him a careful, calculating look, shock clinging to the edges of her expressive eyes, but meets him halfway.

"pleased to meet ya."

"pleasure's all mine... i've heard so much about you... cregan."

the halloween playlist hooked up to the aux is playing "thriller" for the third time in a row and it would be beyond irritating if it wasn't doing a fantastic job of muffling the pleased moans and whimpers coming out of the coat closet.

"sssooo good, seven hells." the girl purrs, rocking forward on cregan's lap with steady swells of her hips.

floris always throws quite the celebration, but cregan's never had this good of a time.

they've been dancing together all night, a spark ignited between two strangers, kindled by jungle juice and floris' remark of ohhhh my gosh, little red riding hood and the big bad wolf! you two would just make the cutest couple! he hadn't even caught her name- a real one that is, but 'little red' would do in a pinch.

"you're a loud little thing." he whispers at her ear, the guava in her lotion sticky on his tongue from where he'd licked the sweet dip of her shoulder.

"mmm, i can't help it. you have a really nice dick." the cinnamon on her breath from the firewhiskey shots they shared make her kisses melt like butter. cregan dips his tongue into her mouth and takes a sip.

"wait 'till i give it to ya from behind."

"doggystyle, eh?" little red giggles, then gasps as cregan curls his grip over the top of her thighs, dragging her deeper onto his cock. the low rumbling coming from his chest booms like thunder. he's more of a hands on kind of man but he'll take this and die happy.

"gotta live up to my namesake." he unties the knot keeping the ruby red cloak over her shoulders. it sheds itself in a crimson wave, the heavy velvet gliding down her bare skin like ribbon off of a present. his present, one he doesn't intend to spoil.

the big bad wolf, even with carpet burn on his cheeks.

jace looks at ysilla expectantly, blinking at her in that well? kind of way.

"what?" she snaps. he gives her a funny look, shouldering past her with an irritated huff, and repeats himself as he disappears down the hall.

"creg's stayin' with us for the rest of the summer. he's gonna crash in the room next to your's, mum wanted me to give you a heads up. be nice."

the silence between the two not-so strangers is every bit of uncomfortable as you'd think it'd be.

"guess we're neighbors." ysilla murmurs, her tone one of resigned acceptance.

"looks that way." cregan catches her eye and holds it. i can go. he tries to say without speaking. i'll fib to jace and get the fuck out of your house in no time flat, just say the word.

the silence returns and he won't lie- he checks her out. it's such a shame he met her under the glow of dimly lit jack-o-lanterns and purple string lights, because if he thought she was beautiful then, she's a fucking knockout now.

"if you ever need a cup of sugar, just knock on my door." ysilla jokes dryly, an olive branch, complete with her sincere/bashful grin that crackles warmth through the ice in his veins.

"just don't huff and puff and blow my house down, alright?" with a mischievous smirk and a matching wink, she leaves him grinning like a fool. he's staying through october, jace already planning a party to end all other halloween ragers.

maybe cregan and ysilla can make a tradition out of it all.

"you got it, little red."

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[lunaslovelyrambles]

ooohh i love smitten!gojo 😍😍 can we have a geto one too 💖

i don’t typically write requests, but you know what.. i haven’t written much for geto and i love him so i’ll indulge this :)

i’m glad you liked the gojo ones! your req can be found here, hope you enjoy!

[lacehartz]

hfhffhf barry being so so mean in bed is frying my brain rn like ik hes so harsh and abusive 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

cw in tags.

firmly believe he doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t directly benefit him … he’s brutal during sex because it gets him off. he’d def be into borderline snuff, seeing your fingers pathetically claw at the big hands around your neck just gets him so fucking hard. he cums to your purple face and at the thought of being the one that finally turns your lights off ^_^ barry is a grimy, disgusting man, he’s not above bodily fluids like blood or vomit either; anything he can do to make you feel lesser and inconsequential, he’ll make sure it happens.

[ennabear]

hear me out hear me out hear me out.... sevika angst based on amber waves... HEAR ME OUT!!!

- 🦭

anon you are cruel… why would you ask for this :(

the doc has been made btw… 100k words of sevika angst based on amber waves coming soon btw…

[bloodbruise]

Sirius is only fans creator but Remus doesn't know. One day Remus enters their room while Sirius is recording.

oh my god and they're roomates. like sirius thinks remus isn't gonna be home for a while so he's being loud. but remus is coming home early and bursting into sirius' room to tell him something, and he stopping dead in his tracks when he sees him.

sirius is yelping and slamming the phone down, so embarrassed but remus is not leaving because holy fucking shit he knew he thought sirius was hot but he’s still awestruck. and then they have to fuck ab it.. sorry it’s the rules.

[iwaasfairy]

GOJO for SURE wants you to piss on him. He’s probably real gross about it too, begging n shit. He might also be on the list of men who piss in you cuz he’s nasty like that <3 Geto ofc has you piss on him for the humiliation factor by not letting you up off his lap. Who else, who else…I’ll be back. You activated my piss kink sleeper agent, so I’ll leave this here -⚠️

tw piss

I can absolutely see satoru piss on you and in you bc he wants to mark his territory and knows you’ll let him get away with it. Cry and struggle against him all you want, he’ll just shush you and mock your big puppy eyes until you cant take it anymore, rubbing your clit rough and fast !!! He just wants to see you pathetic beneath him soooo bad, he loves watching those beady tears fall from your eyes and make your cheeks all glittery and have you rubbing your face into his palm

And yEEEEEE GETO GETO SAMAAA he would he would you’re so real nonnie that sparked a vision in me !! (๑ÒωÓ๑)/ geto makes you drink and drink and drink in front of your friends and then waits til you start shuffling in your seat and ask him for permission— and then smiles all saint like when he goes “nope”. Instead his hand sneaks under the table and those long fingers toy with the pretty wet pussy he left behind before to squeeze your clit, thumbing it until your legs shake and !! start whining and tearing up as he bullies you because you gotta go soooo bad n “please geto sama, please, please can I go please please please? I gotta pee so bad please please I can’t hold it any more please” it’s just sooo cute to watch that horrible embarrassed flush come up to your entire face and keep you there trying to get aes from his hand

[itoshi-s]

PLZ just slightly possessive rin-nii folding u in half n mounting u in a mating press- 😵‍💫

🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕 nonnie this makes me soooo unwell omg i cannot stop thinking abt this every since u sent it in !! (mind u i saw it between lectures asfhsla i was HOLLERINNNNG)

cw incest/stepcest, nsfw꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

he's soooo huge draped over your body like that :( presses kisses to your ankle when your legs start to tremble, sighs against your skin when you give him those pleading, pitiful eyes :( you didn't mean to upset him, you really didn't. that boy he saw you were texting really is just a project partner - does he seriously think you'd go behind his back? that you'd ever willingly choose any other guy over your nii chan?

rin kinda knows you wouldn't, not with the way you're always stuck to him like glue whenever he's around or sniffling pathetically during your facetime calls when he's back abroad. it's always ever been him, and it will stay that way - he doubts you'd want it any other way, but just for good measure, he makes sure you get it through that pretty little head of yours anyway :(

"say it." he groans against your mouth, pressing himself into you so deeply, taking up every ounce of space as he mounts you, broad and sturdy and- gosh, your big brother can be so much. "say you're mine, 'mouto. 'know you want to, c'mon."

you don't miss the desperation that bleeds into his tone, words trailing off into broken and breathy grunts. he needs it, wants the reassurance, even though it's just the obvious way of things. you're his, he's yours, a law of nature of sorts. (a real sick one, at that.)

and rin nii loves you so much, the way you're always granting him every of his wishes, no matter how defiling it might be. "m'yours, rin. all yours, nii chan." you hiccup at your moans, sticky as they stay lodged in your throat, and peer up at him through those long, ridiculous lashes, mirroring his own in the way they curl on top of your cheekbones.

he locks his mouth with yours, quiets down every whimper that threatens to bubble out and soothes every bruise on those pretty rosy lips where your teeth sank into earlier. a warm hand wraps around your neck, keeping you in place from squirming and only adding to the steadily rising euphoria.

"m-mmhm. you are." rin grits through his teeth, forehead knocking against yours, thrusts growing strained and sloppy. "and don't you fucking forget it." :(

[osachiyo]

i cant stop thinking about chuuyas hands, i need them in me,

*creams all over the screen*

[goodeapple]

hear me out: ysilla stuck by herself in kings l., aemond coming back after vhagar chewed on lucerys, and then they--

stop praying on Ysilla's downfall y'all, she bleeds team black 😭 (tw: dubcon/noncon)

“enough.” aegon commands, leisurely and without care. his voice is bored and ysilla fights back tears. her thighs burn, as if her muscles are ablaze, their sensitive nerves singed to soot.

her companion’s grip on her hips flexes, the rise and fall of the chest along her back labored. every exhale makes the curls by her ear sway and they tickle at her cheek.

“i want to see a new angle- on your knees in front of him, princess.” her uncle says it like an insult, spitting it like a vicious curse from his putrid mouth. don’t you see? ysilla pleads with herself to scream, we all share the same fate, a matching destiny. all doomed to die.

she keeps her mouth shut, going to the place behind her eyes where her body wills itself froward without her there to steer it. the stones beneath her legs scratch and scrape her thin skin as she settles onto the filthy floor. she presses herself down harder, desperate for the balmy relief of numbing pain.

“i know my brother has a pretty cock, niece, but you’re not down there simply for looks.”

ysilla’s eyes pool with tears, shameful bile rising in her throat. the humiliation of being bedded in front of her eldest uncle isn’t enough, he has to pull at her strings and make her dance how he likes.

she lets her tongue roll out, licking hot and fast up the thick, pulsing shaft bobbing in front of her face. the salty burst of her cunt's own dribble across her tongue makes her body hum violently. she laps at the flesh with a detached enthusiasm, working her way up and stretching her spine until she hovers at the tip before swallowing the head of it. she makes herself choke because the only thing worse than him shoving her further onto his cock would be aegon forcing her to.

ysilla can’t help herself. she glances up at aemond, with her mouth full and eyes streaming.

she hates him. she hates herself. hates that her cunt is soaked for her brother’s murderer. whatever may follow this life, ysilla knows it will not be kind for her. there’s a special seat kept vacant for betrayers of kin- aemond will probably be right next to her. the kinslayer & the kinshamer. a double-sided coin. 

aemond’s hands cradle her head, fingers weaving through her tangled strands and pulling them back from where they curtained her face. ysilla swallows around him to keep from gagging, the breaths through her nose measured and slow. he stares down at her, his lips parted in a pant, color flooding his face.

shifting a bit in his seat, he widens his knees to slouch further down in the chair. his lap is more beneath her chin now, guiding his prick down her throat rather than stuffing her mouth full. 

he'd be handsome, she thinks, in another life. his pale and tender skin brushing over her's. his cutting angular face, the horrifying allure of his flashing unmatched eyes. the veiny, big hands cradling her skull. she wishes he would just squeezeee and end all of her suffering.

but still, she goes on, she endures this plight because he killed her fucking brother. and one day, she'll end his existence for doing so.

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