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nobody expects the spanish demon inquisition... except i guess it should have been expected even though i was surprised
#honestly thought it would be a PEACEFUL night with lucifer ngl#also mc babe wtf were those answers? aghsfkjf i would NOT answer that#maybe its just bejng a tired asexual but id love the opportunity to just cuddle abd sleep with lucifer undisturbed thank you#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me good night devil
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punishment - opposites attract universe
words - 3.9k
genre - smut
warnings - fem!reader restraints, riding, guidance, cumming in underwear, the usual nicknames (dove, darling, lamb, good girl, etc), nipple play (m!receiving) insecurity, comfort sex, creampie, clit play, i think thats it but please tell me if otherwise!!!
“You can tie it tighter than that, dove,” Hongjoong sighs, sounding almost disappointed as you try your hardest to pin his wrists to the headboard. A part of you wants to look behind you to where Seonghwa sits comfortably in a nearby armchair, but even with your most pathetic pleas, you doubt he’d be willing to step in and help. This is your punishment after all. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. “Especially if you're going to use this flimsy stuff; I like it to bite a little.”
He thrusts his rigid cock up against your bare core as he says the word bite, the pearlescent liquid that spills from the tip smearing messily against your clit. You bite your lip to withhold the moan, but it doesn't matter; Hongjoong can read the pleasure on your face loud and clear anyway. It's in the way your eyes flutter closed for just a second or two, brows furrowing and forehead wrinkling. He chuckles teasingly, taunting you with the fact that even though you're the one tying him down, he still has the power.
“What, did that feel good, dove?” he asks, a smirk evident in his tone. You don't respond, unsure as to whether or not you’d be able to keep yourself from breaking down and begging to switch places with the man. Instead, you simply huff out a breath and open your eyes, ready to get back to the task at hand. This won’t stop until you make him cum, and devils below you need this to stop.
You weren't made for this. You're a taker, not a giver; built to lie there prettily and moan and cum until your mommy and daddy are satiated. How you long for your lovers to tug at you until you're lay how they want, for Seonghwa to pin you to his chest as Hongjoong buries himself in your pussy, for Hongjoong to whisper sweet nothings whilst Seonghwa fucks Hongjoong’s load back into your weeping hole. Maybe you should’ve thought about that before giving Yeosang that blowjob in the dining room.
Maybe you should’ve tried harder to convince San not to say a word.
Seonghwa tuts behind you, returning your mind to the task at hand. The pretty pink ribbons won't tie themselves around Hongjoong’s wrists and you know that. It doesn't stop you from letting out a pathetic whine though. “Don’t start with me, Lamb,” he purrs dangerously, “you put yourself in this position, not me,” he takes a sip of his red wine, smacking his lips before swallowing it down. You can't see him but you just know that the red stain he’d bound to wear upon his lips must look immaculate. Demons, how you want to be in Hongjoong’s position right now. “It's hardly my fault you think you’re too good to obey instructions. Now hop to it, Darling; the sooner you do what you're told, the sooner this will all end.”
He’s right, you admit to yourself as your fingers begin to work on the knots again. Just make Hongjoong cum and this will all be over.
You tug on the knot to tighten it, sparing a glance towards Hongjoongs expression every now and then to try and gauge it correctly. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, the man’s smirk growing with every passing look in his direction. It's the same look he gives you when you're writhing beneath him, whining out ‘daddy’ as you beg for more. He’s in charge then, just as he's in charge now. He might be the one getting tied up, but he certainly isn't the one who's going to be crying before the night is over. What’s a punishment without a few tears here and there?
“Stop looking at me and focus on the knot,” he says, his tone cocky and annoying, “you’re big and brave enough to play with your pet without permission but you have to have reassurance when you're tying a pretty little bow? Where has all that boldness gone, Dove?”
Being bold is the last thing on your mind right now. Tie the knot, make Hongjoong cum, get pampered for being good and taking your punishment well; that's all you care about right now. You can be a brat another day, at this exact moment in time, you just need to be good. You give the knot one last sharp tug before deciding that's enough. You finish it off with a bow before slipping a finger beneath it to test the tightness. It's what Seonghwa always does when he dresses you up in pretty bows purely for the purpose of gazing upon you like you're a work of art. It only feels right to give Hongjoong the same treatment.
He gives you a pleased hum, his wicked smile morphing into something much softer for just a moment or two. Had you blinked, you would've perhaps missed it. You’re glad you didn't.
“Bold isn't what I would call what our precious Darling did, Mi Amor,” Seonghwa says. The chair creeks, the sound of Seonghwa standing echoing around the room. Your breath hitches in anticipation as the familiar click, click, click of his healed pumps grows louder and louder. You feel his breath brush against your bare skin as he leans down, “Keeping your escapades a secret is hardly something a bold individual would do, now is it Lamb?” His saccharine voice sticks to your brain like melted candy. Gone is his usual kind sweetness, replaced with something artificial and too good to be true. It's a stark contrast to the barely-there kiss he presses to your cheek–a reminder that you’re still their good girl, even if they are being a little mean.
“No, mommy,” you whimper out just as he pulls his face away from yours. There's a chuckle, more akin to his regular cadence than you expected. It's soft and buttery and warm, everything you know Seonghwa to be outside of punishments. You melt as he dives in for another kiss, nuzzling his nose against your temple in a way that has you forgetting that you're even in trouble in the first place.
“Good girl,” he whispers into your skin, cushiony lips tickling your skin before pulling away once more, this time for good, “It's a shame you only start behaving when you have to face the consequences of misbehaving, though. You have to be made to squirm a little before you decide to listen, hm?” a hand trails its way up your spine making you shudder. The way you grind down on Hongjoong is unintentional, but it still fetches a deep guttural grunt from his lips. It stops your heart in place, the sound so beautiful that you think it makes you fall in love with him all over again. It's nothing new; each day you find something like that. Something that makes your heart speed up in your chest just like it did when you lay eyes on them for the very first time.
You want to do it again, but Seonghwa’s fingers move up to the back of your head and lace themselves in your hair. You brace yourself for the tug that’s bound to come any second now. It still makes you wince when he tightens his fist.
“Now behave for me, won't you? Ride your daddy until he fills you up nice and full of cum, Lamb,” the hand that isn't in your hair reaches over your shoulder and dives down until it's resting atop your tummy. He drums his fingers against the plush flesh before letting them come to a standstill just below your navel. “It shouldn’t be so hard since you obviously know best. You’re so independent, right? You can do this without our help.” And just like that his touch is gone and he steps away. You hear him retreat back to his chair, the creak of the old leather letting you know when he’s sunk back down onto it.
It feels bizarrely lonely, in a way. Sitting there with no soft touches from either of your lovers, having to move and think for yourself. There's no warm hand to hold your waist and guide you, no whispers in your ear to send your overactive brain silent. You're cold and lonely and devils you're thinking way too much. You want it to stop, so with a shaky breath, you use Hongjoong’s chest to stabilise yourself as you push your hips up. With one hand you line yourself up with his cock and sit, moaning as he stretches you out. It's a little painful; they normally spend an age prepping you before even thinking about using their cocks. Perhaps they thought you and Yeosang had gone further than a simple blowjob. Maybe they didn't realise you hadn't already been opened up.
“So tight, darling,” Hongjoong muses, his face screwing up in pleasure as he bottoms out, completely sheathed within your walls. You do what you assume is the right thing and tense around him; he gives you a moan and you can't help but let it inflate your ego just a touch. It might be easier than you assumed to make him cum. Maybe you’ll be in his arms before you even know it! “But I don't recall you being asked to just warm me up. Ride me, pretty girl. Make me cum inside your tight fucking cunt, hm?”
You almost whimper at his instructions. Despite your newfound belief in yourself, you still don't want to be in this position. Your cunt might be stuffed full but you still feel weirdly empty. With a sigh, you remind yourself that the quicker you make him cum, the quicker you get taken care of. You brace your hands on his chest and grind your hips against his. He gives you a contented groan, eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.
You can do this; you can get what you want.
You continue to move your hips back and forth, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain slowly turns into pleasure. It's not hard to find a careful rhythm but it certainly is to maintain it. The moment his tip grinds up against that divine spot within you, you stutter, your movements almost lagging for a moment or two before the man beneath you bucks his hips up into yours. It serves as a reminder of your task, and you return to your prior pace once more.
But it's not enough. Hongjoong is moaning and sighing but the longer you continue the more you become aware that he is no closer to orgasm than he was when you started riding him. In fact, that initial motion, the first grind of your hips; that's probably when he felt it most, the urge to spill his seed inside of your tight hole. You can move as much as you want, change your pace as often as you feel necessary, but nothing is going to alter the fact that you simply cannot make him cum.
It's a harsh reality to face, and you can’t help but let it go to your head. You feel almost worthless, although that's probably too harsh of a word. Useless may be more suited to the emotions rushing through your body. If you can't make Hongjoong cum then what? You don't cook or clean, or provide any income. You're not as business-minded as Hongjoong and you don't have the tender touch that Seonghwa gives to all his plants. You’ve never been skilled at following instructions and caring for people like San is and you can hardly fill Yeosang’s shoes when it comes to being, well, Yeosang. What exactly are you good for?
It's almost laughable, the idea that something so small could set off a whirlwind of insecurity in your mind. You can't make your lover cum by yourself, so what? It's not like you've never made him cum, right? You made him cum just this morning… You try and hone in on that, but it doesn't quite work. If you make him cum by lying there and looking pretty, are you really making him cum at all? Or is he making himself cum using your body…
Your hips come to a standstill, your pelvis sinking down until all your weight rests on Hongjoong’s. “I can't make you cum,” you state simply, “I'm trying so hard and I-” your voice cracks and you have to stop to suck in a deep breath. One that you hope will clear the lump in your throat. It doesn't, and you can't swallow it down; you squeeze your eyes shut and the dam just… breaks. “I can't make you cum, Hongjoong.”
You miss the way he winces at the sound of his own name. It's something so small but it feels so wrong to hear it when his cock is buried deep within you. Perhaps it was the sound of the blood rushing through your ears that blocks the sound of him whispering the word back to you as his face grows concerned. Your gaze drops to his stomach and you don't see the worried glance he passes over your shoulder to his husband, still nursing his wine with a thoughtful look on his face. Seonghwa frowns as Hongjoong, usually so sure of himself, looks to him for guidance. Truth be told, Seonghwa needs guidance in this situation too. He glances at your sad form and-
Oh…
Guidance.
“Lamb,” he coos as he rises from his chair, voice soft yet somehow still dominant. There's no hint of condescension left, nor is there any sign of teasing; it's just pure, undiluted Seonghwa. Like a warm shower, it washes over you and you heave in a sob. So gentle, so kind, and for what? For someone who has no use outside of sitting and looking pretty. You hate it. “What's wrong with my precious girl, hm? Since when did you doubt yourself so much?”
The click, click, click of his heels rings through the room again, except this time its less like the daunting countdown of a ticking time bomb and more like the familiar grandfather clock that sits just down the hallway outside of Yeosang’s room. It brings you comfort, acting as a palm tree in your tsunami of emotions. You grab onto the sound and don't let go until it suddenly comes to a stop by your side. Your heart stops as the sound stops, but then a warm pair of lips descend on your cheek and everything is just a little bit better again.
“Since when does my darling Lamb give up just because you can't do something?” a finger trails up your spine, stopping just as it reaches the nape of your neck. It twists itself into your hair, tugging just enough so that your eyes meet Hongjoong’s again. Big and brown and full of empathy. Your heart breaks for him; he shouldn't feel bad for something that's your fault. “My lamb killed nearly all the cacti in her Mommy’s greenhouse just because you wanted to learn how to garden; you haven't given that up even though your newest cactus is waterlogged and rotting.”
Try as you might, you can't see the relevance of Seonghwa’s anecdote. So what? You're bad at gardening; it's just another thing to add to the list.
“And you've not once beaten your Daddy at a game of chess, have you?” he gives you a beat or two to mumble out an affirmation, taking that time to kick his shoes off and crawl into the bed himself. He positions himself right behind you, one hand still nestled in your hair, holding your gaze on Hongjoong, and the other snaking its way around your waist. “Yet you don't let that stop you from challenging him to a match every single day, my love. You know why that is?”
You shake your head and Seonghwa gives you a little chuckle.
“Because you just don't give up, Lamb,” he pushes his chest flush against your back, grinding his own body into yours to guide your hips. Hongjoong grunts as Seonghwa forces you to pick your movements up once more; slow and sensual yet somehow still firm, just like the man himself. “I actually don't think you're capable of knowing when to stop,” another roll of his hips has Hongjoong’s cock bumping into your most sensitive spot. You break your sad little sniffles with a moan. “Sometimes you just need a little guidance in the right direction, Lamb.”
With Seonghwa rutting against your back, you find it a little easier to let go. To let your thoughts melt away into whispers as you let the pleasure fill your mind instead. They’re still there, reminding you that even now you're not the one giving him pleasure and pushing Hongjoong to the edge. Ever the empath, though, Seonghwa puts your mind at ease with a series of kisses to your jawline. When he bites down just below your ear, it's like those thoughts never existed in the first place. You moan, the sound of it blocking out the bad.
Hongjoong purrs beneath you, chest heaving beneath your hands that are splayed across his pectorals. You get an idea which you execute without a second thought. He'd just look too pretty with crescent moons painted across his pale skin so you don't even try and stop your fingers from curling and your nails digging in. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes scrunching closed with some sort of masochistic pleasure. That part was all you, you tell the cruel thoughts in your mind as you drag your nails down his chest to make him whimper. The sound he makes as they catch against his nipples is unholy, as are the soft moans Seonghwa chants into your ear each time his hard cock presses into your lower spine.
The voice in your head goes silent.
“Fuck, dove,” Hongjoong voice is strained, barely breaking through the string of grunts and curses he lets out every time your fingers brush against the stiffened buds on his chest, “so good; you're so good. You're our darling, aren't you?” you nod, fully convinced that every word he tells you is the truth, “say it, dove. Tell us you're our darling.”
“I’m your darling,” your voice catches as Seonghwa snakes his hand down to your pussy, fingers spreading your folds until you’re sure Hongjoong has an unobstructed view of your swollen clit. A lithe finger begins to toy with it and your body goes limp in Seonghwa’s grasp.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as his finger moves expertly against you, “you're our darling, aren't you? So good for us, letting us push you around and please you. Letting us use your body to pleasure ourselves,” you moan in sync with Hongjoong, punctuating his sentence, “so what you're not good at riding yet; I can name a million other ways you make us happy.”
As if to emphasise his own words, he sighs into your ear, the motion of his hips becoming sloppy before stopping entirely. His breathing is ragged in your ear as he frees the hand from your hair and moves it to your hip to continue guiding you. He came, it seems, messily in his panties in a way that seems so unlike his tidy nature. The implications have you blushing; it seems as though he just couldn't hold himself back.
You don't have long to dwell on it though, not with the way his hands draw you back into that relentless rhythm and his fingers draw pretty pictures on your clit. It has you melting all over again, barely giving you time to form a relevant thought before making you squirm on Hongjoong’s cock. You're close, and you can tell your Daddy is too. It's written on his face, clear as day.
Hongjoong bucks his hips into yours just as Seonghwa leans in to place a few kisses against your temple. It's sweet, but it's undercut by the familiar warmth that fills you up, erupting from the cock that your daddy keeps nestled tightly within your cunt. You bite down on your lip to hold your own moan back, wanting nothing to interrupt the beautiful sound Hongjoong makes. Seonghwa’s movement slows to a stop, letting you just warm his husband’s soft cock for now.
“Beautiful girl,” Hongjoong breathes out, chest heaving and eyes glazed over with adoration, “the prettiest place for me to put my cum, aren't you.”
“So pretty,” Seonghwa agrees, speeding up his fingers in just that right way to make the knot in your stomach tighten, “and so good, taking her punishment like the good girl she is.” He taps his finger against your clit and you can't help but squirm. Hongjoong growls, bucking his own hips from the overstimulation. Seonghwa giggles prettily as he draws you further and further to the edge, “Tell her she's a good girl, Mi Amor.”
“Such a good girl.”
You pull in a breath as you feel your orgasm wash over you like a wave. It pulls you down into the depths of pleasure, filling every cell of your being with that familiar buzz that comes hand-in-hand with good sex. You feel it every morning, every night, your two—and a half, if you count the werewolf who is no doubt pacing outside the door, meagrely awaiting his own punishment—lovers taking such good care of you. They fill you with their seed, remind you of your place between them, push you to your limits before bringing you in with endless amounts of love. They take care of you, and it finally seems to click in your brain that that's your place in this weird little family; they take care of you, and they want to take care of you. They like it. The part of your mind that says otherwise sinks into oblivion along with the remnants of your orgasm until all that's left is you, empty-headed and panting in Seonghwa’s arms and on Hongjoong’s cock.
Exactly where you belong.
Hongjoong lets out a chuckle, breaking the silence that had settled over the three of you, “well that was certainly eventful,” he says as he tilts his head back to get a view of the knots you tied. Despite being tighter than you originally intended to tie them, it's easy for him to slip free. Such a gentle little creature, he muses to himself, a dove through and through, “You seemed to have a lot on your mind; would you care to share?”
He takes a moment to move his hands, easing up the stiffness in his wrists before they travel to your hips and interlock seamlessly with Seonghwa’s. They hold you like you're porcelain, precious and priceless. It makes you light up inside.
“Yes, lamb,” the man behind you sighs, “I’d rather like to know what happened. I knew you weren't exactly going to enjoy being on top, but I never expected it to affect you quite so negatively. What exactly is going on in that precious mind of yours?”
You hum as you lean back against his body, wishing he wasn't still wearing clothes so you could feel just a smidge of his soft skin against your own. You'd have to make do with the warmth that permeates the silk; it's just enough to have you curling into his frame. “Nothing anymore,” you say, truthfully, “it was just a lapse of sanity; nothing for you to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asks.
“Positive,” you giggle, wriggling gleefully on Hongjoong’sover-sensitivee cock until he frees his hand from Seonghwa’s and places a light spank upon the flesh of your thigh. It isn't enough to rid you of your giddiness, but it's certainly enough to still your movements, “I think you fucked the insanity out of me…”
#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez oneshot#ateez fluff#ateez scenarios#ateez fic#ateez smut#opposites attract universe#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#matz x reader#poly ateez smut#poly ateez x reader
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i want to fucking tear you apart
Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
MDNI 18+
You’ve found yourself wrapped up with a very possessive vampire who worships you as his girlfriend, but dominates you in bed. His fangs literally drip when you do as he says.
!!content/warnings: porn w/o plot, vampire feeding on you, blood. lots of blood, penetrative sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, begging, sub reader, pet names. mentions of afab anatomy.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: happy halloween my loves!! to celebrate here’s some absolute vampire leon filth for all who dream of being consumed by a vampire <3
Dark, fresh blood seeps down your bare chest, clinging to your breasts. It’s your own blood, spilling from your neck like a horror movie. You feel light-headed yet unbelievably euphoric as the vampire watches you smear your own blood around your body, touching and teasing yourself.
He licked his lips, flashing those unbelievable fangs. Little splashes of your blood crimsoned his white poet shirt. He loves it when you play with yourself. His cock is rock hard and dripping through his trousers as you pump yourself with two fingers.
He won’t touch himself, not yet. Not until he feels like he’s got enough out of you.
He watches from a Victorian velvet chair, chin resting in his hand. You, on the other hand, take up the entirety of his bed. Staining his white linen sheets with crimson blood.
“Say my name when you fuck yourself,” The vampire demanded.
You grabbed your breast and pushed your fingers deeper inside yourself, “--Leon,” You gasped.
He bit his knuckle, “Again.”
“Leon, mhmm— Leon.” You panted his name over and over. Yearning for it to be him fucking you.
There was no way the vampire could take it much longer. He was grinding his hips against his pants, intense predator eyes devouring you whole with just his mind.
He starts to undo his belt, and you nearly gag on the anticipation of getting rewarded with his cock. You sit up on your knees, doe eyes begging for the vampire like a devil’s pet.
When he pulls down his trousers, his cock springs out, hard and wet with precum.
You whimper on sight. Getting off on beholding how fucked up Leon gets because of you.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” the words were demanding, but his tone was polite.
You obey, turning and spreading your legs. You arch your back so that you’re perfectly picturesque for Leon. Beautiful pussy dripping for him.
He doesn’t move like you thought he would. He still watches you from afar, like a creature of the night, salivating at the sight.
“Don’t stop, my dear. We’ve only just begun.” Sinister intent candy-coats his sweet hum.
Your fingers slip over folds, rubbing and caressing gently. You whimper the vampire’s name as you tease your opening. “Please, I need you,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up and drain your veins.
“Come here,” Leon beckons you, pointing at the floor between his feet. “Sit.”
You follow, sitting between his legs, inches away from his cock.
Leon’s hands stroke your face and neck, landing on the bite marks on your neck. His fingers caress the wound, causing more blood to spill out. Your eyes were dazed, and your lips hung open like a whore.
The vampire flashed a fanged grin, pressing his tongue to his teeth. A breathy moan escaped his lips as your blood flowed onto his fingers.
He pulled you closer to him and sucked the blood off of your neck. His tongue slithered down to your shoulder and chest, cleaning up the crimson spill.
You moaned loudly, his lips wrapping around your nipple and teasing the tender area with his sharp teeth.
He moans as he licks up the blood on your tits. Your beautiful scent overwhelmed his senses. He can’t believe what he’s done to you, what he’s made of you. He’s in love with you. In love with how good you are when he drinks from your skin.
He lets you go, sitting you back down between his legs. His cock is throbbing, burning red.
Leon’s bloodstained lips purr, “Devour me.”
You push Leon’s shirt out of the way, showing off his beautiful stomach. Your hands grasp either side of his hips, and you wrap your pouty lips around the tip of his cock.
Slowly, your tongue licks down the shaft, followed by your lips sucking his tip.
The vampire’s hungry eyes contradict his restricted and polite words, “More.”
You take him deeper, until his tip reaches your throat. Your tongue laps his shaft while you suck him down your throat. You bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
Leon’s head falls back, letting you consume his cock. He’s in disbelief at how you do it. How you fit such a big dick in that pretty little mouth.
“It’s like you were put on this earth to worship me, my dear.” He remarks between moans, dizzy off your mouth.
Nearly gagged, you release his cock, webs of spit drip down your throat. “I’m yours, your everything. do anything to me.” You sing.
“Fuck,” Leon groans. He stands, picks you up, and embraces you tight. You wrap your arms around him, skin pricking at his cold touch.
He makes out with you, kissing you passionately and lovingly. Your toes curl at the taste of your blood on his lips. He picks you up by your legs and lays you on his bed.
He finally takes his shirt off, consuming your sexed-up body with dazed eyes.
Leon’s perfect figure and cold skin are something that should only be made of marble. But he towers over you, flesh and all.
The vampire grins wickedly, “Beg for me.”
Your eyes are as round as the moon, striking and yearning. “I need you everywhere, inside of me, tasting my skin. I’ll do anything. Please, Leon. Fuck me.”
Leon chuckles, impressed by everything you are. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”
On your back, you spread your legs for him, trembling from the copious teasing.
Leon hisses, pushing just the tip of his cock into you. You nearly squeal. It’s not enough. He’s driving you mad.
You try to push yourself down into the rest of his cock, but he stops you by wrapping his hands around your neck.
“Impatient are we?” His eyes are dark and unforgiving.
You bite your bottom lip, apologizing.
Leon holds you still by your neck, and he brings his fangs to the same spot, sinking them into your skin.
You thrash and squirm out of pure ecstasy. The feeling of your hot blood pouring directly into his mouth and the tip of his cock stretching your pussy is overwhelming.
You moan and scream. Calling the vampire’s name over and over again.
He rewards you but thrusting his entire cock into you. He groans into your neck as your body yearns so desperately for his.
He thrusts into you slowly, making sure to fill every part of you.
“So good, my love,” he kisses your cheek as he fucks you faster. Leon holds one hand around your neck, keeping pressure on your wound to keep you from bleeding too much. The other hand digs into your breast.
“I dunno how much longer—” you cry, feeling your final orgasm rushing through you like a storm.
“Just a little longer,” Leon pounds his cock so hard into you, getting his fix. “Just a little more.”
“Leon, baby, I’m gonna cum,” Tears are streaming down your face as he plows into your pussy.
Leon licks the remaining blood off his fingers and digs both of his fingers into your hips. His lips crash against yours, intertwining your tongue with his. He fucks you so hard the room is filled with the sounds of your collective moans, cries, and his skin slapping against yours.
“Scream my name,” Leon spits against your lips.
“Leon, ahh, oh my god, Leon!” You howl at the night as pure warmth and relief ignite through your body. Hot cum spills into you, and Leon slowly pumps it back into your pussy with tapering moans.
You’re dizzy and fucked up. He drained you of everything you had.
You fall limply into the bed, and Leon cradles you at your side. He lovingly strokes your arm, kissing the back of your head.
He presses to your ear. “I love you.”
“I love you forever.” you hum sweetly.
Leon hugs you, wrapping you in his strong, protective arms. “I’ll run us a bath, my dear.”
#vampire!leon#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x fem reader#leon kennedy x reader#vampire!leon x reader#resident evil smut#academy fics✨
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halloween
summary: paige wants to celebrate halloween but it’s your biggest fear and she doesn’t know
content warnings: none!
request by: @melpthatsme (hope this is ok) 🫶
“I’d rather just stay in, Paige. We could carve pumpkins and make hot chocolate.” You try to convince your girlfriend to spend a cosy night in with you but she’s adamant on going out.
“But I bought us tickets to Fright Fest, some of the teams going too, it will be a good night. We can stay home any time but it’s halloween baby, let’s have fun.” She says handing you the red, plastic devil horns she had picked up for you from Target. She had a Ghostface mask, rested on the top of her head and you really hoped she never pulled it down.
“I don’t think it will be that fun.” You grumble, placing the horns on your head and fixing them in the mirror in front of you.
“Do you not like Halloween or something?” Paige asks coming behind you, her slender arms looping around your waist. Her standing at a strong 6’0 and you at just 5’2, you loved the way you looked wrapped in her embrace, you loved the way it felt too, safe and comforting like she could protect you from everything bad in the world.
“Not really…” You trail off, starting to feel bad because you wanted to spend tonight with Paige but the thought of it genuinely terrified you.
“But everyone says this mask is so sexy, don’t you agree?” She asks, pulling the mask down so her face is completely covered and your heart drops as she dips her head closer to your ear, “What’s your favourite scary movie?” She quotes Scream, her voice low and husky and you shiver and the feeling of her breath on your neck.
“Paige please…don’t do that.” You beg, eyes refusing to look at your reflection and slipping out of her grasp.
“Wait- oh baby, are you scared?” She asks, her voice muffled from the plastic covering her mouth.
“Can you just take that off.” You say still unable to look at your masked girlfriend and she obeys, pushing the mask back on top of her head, revealing her perfectly structured face.
“For real, are you actually scared?” She asks again pulling you back to your previous position in front of her, but this time you’re facing each other.
“No, I’m not scared Paige. I’m petrified. It’s a full on phobia, masks, clowns, haunted houses, anything spooky.” You finally admit, slightly embarrassed at such a childish fear.
“Oh, Y/N, I really didn’t know.” She says hugging you to her chest.
“It’s my brothers fault,” You explain, “He used to force me to watch scary movies and then he’d sneak into my room in the middle of the night to scare me.”
“Your brothers a jerk.” Paige responds, pushing you away from her so she can look into your eyes, “You know you’re safe with me right? I’d never let anything happen to you.” She tells, holding your face in her hands.
“I know.” You nod, “I’m just being a baby.”
“My baby though and I’ll protect you.” She coos, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her lips.
After Paiges kind words of encouragement, you finally agree to go to Fright Fest, clad in your devil horns and red dress, your hand safely interlocked with Paiges, you walk towards the fest that was taking place in a huge field.
It was a dark and misty night which only added to the eerie vibes and the inhuman sounds that played out over the speakers made your hairs stand on end.
As you waited in line for the haunted house, you couldn’t help the anxiety that overwhelmed you, your hand was clammy in Paiges so you let go to wipe it on your dress.
“You OK, my love?” Paige questions, her hand coming to rest on your back.
“Uh huh.” You nod, trying your best to not think about what was going on around you.
Paiges teammates, Azzi and Caroline were in front of you, KK and Ice behind you and they all cheered as your group was guided to the entrance of the house. There was a sign above the opening that read Do Not Enter in red, dripping paint made to look like blood and you gulped at the sight of it. Excited screams erupted from inside the house, people were having fun but this was your idea of hell.
Your hand finds Paiges as you begin the walk around and for the first few seconds you keep your eyes screwed shut in fear, trusting your girlfriend will guide you.
You tell yourself to be brave and open your eyes and when you do, you’re met with flashing lights and mist, cobwebs are dangling from the ceiling and warped mirrors on the walls reflect the sinister portraits opposite, ripped sheets and drapes cover the windows and the floor creaks with every step you take and you cringe at the sound.
Azzi and Caroline walk around a corner going out if sight and you feel exposed without them standing in front of you so you nuzzle yourself closer into Paige.
As you turn the corner, expecting to see the girls, you’re met with two dark figures at either side of the hallway, they’re scarily still and in the darkness of the house, you can’t make out a single feature on their faces. You freeze, not wanting to proceed but Paige wraps an arm around and pulls you closer to her, “I’m here. It’s OK.” She comforts and leads you down the hall, as you pass the figures, one reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder and you let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.
You feel Paige laugh from beside and you nudge her with your elbow, “This is not funny.” You whisper shout and decide it’s best if you do keep your eyes closed for the remainder of your time in the haunted house.
“Was that so bad?” KK asks once you’re all safe at the exit and your heart rate had steadied.
“Yes actually, I hated it. Definitely having nightmares tonight.” You tell the group and they laugh but you’re being serious.
“Let’s get churros!” Caroline suggests and you nod in agreement, at least that’s something you’ll enjoy tonight.
“Or are they too scary, Y/N?” Ice jokes in a creepy voice from behind you.
“Y’all leave my girl alone, quit the teasing.” Paige defends you and Ice mummbles an apology.
While you’re in line at the churros stand, Paige plays with strands of your hand, twirling them around her fingers and letting them fall again, “Will you really have nightmares tonight?” She asks softly.
“Yeah probably.” You respond biting your lip in anticipation of your sleepless night.
“Stay with me.” She says gently, her hands still fiddling with your hair.
“God this is so embarrassing.” You mutter.
“It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute actually and my duty as your girlfriend is to make you feel safe and protected, stay with me tonight so I can do that.” Paige requested and you nod in agreement, “OK, I’ll stay but if I wake you up screaming, it’s your fault for bringing me here.” You joke and she smiles, her hands falling to your hips, guiding you closer to her, “Don’t worry about it, besides it wouldn’t be the first time you were screaming in my bed, would it?” She whispered into your ear and you giggled, pushing her away in jest.
“Relax, we’re in public.”
“And you’re in a tight red dress and devil horns, I can’t help myself.”
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .
a/n: all im saying is paige dressed as ghostface would make me scream, minus the s 🙂↕️ happy halloween! 💋
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Thank you for writing such good breeding kink. 🫡 This war needs good soldiers like you. Raphael and Haarlep breeding is my actual kryptonite.
Bred By The Incubus & Devil
-Separate Stories-
Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael x f!Tav/Reader
18+
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: You are so so so welcome!!! Thank you for the love and support you beautiful babe!!! I’m happy to provide!! And because we are both weak when it comes to Raphael & Haarlep breeding I wish to bestow this gift to you!!! xoxo have a beautiful day/night!!! I hope you enjoy xoxo
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Creampie | Breeding | Lactation | Pregnancy | Possessive
⋆˙⟡♡ Raphael ♡⟡˙⋆
“Mmmm, Raphael?” You whispered, “My devil, I’m achy again.”
Your pregnancy was the result of his desire, his deliberate act of claiming you, breeding you until your form swelled with the successor he sired. The early arrival of your milk, too, unfolded by his command, for he would lavish attention upon you, coaxing the initial droplets into constant flows that ensured your thoughts were filled only with him, marking you unmistakably as his own.
Your hand drifted to one of your hard nipples, your breast so swollen it was already starting to leak. You whimpered quietly to yourself before nudging Raphael softly, “my king~” and he began to stir. You bit your lip while watching him, his hair disheveled, his brows furrowed, he was so beautiful like this, and it was a sight only for your eyes.
You leaned into his warmth, pressing a kiss against his collarbone and then the base of his neck, his scent so thick here. Your hips rocked slightly against his thigh, your heat slickening his leg.
You knew his cock was already hard, ever since you had given him the crown the thing always seemed to be hard when you were near him. It was like an unspoken instinct for him to fill you up with his seed, to make you round and fat with his child.
“Always such an eager little pup,” he teased, his voice still heavy with sleep. He moved without hurry, his movements precise and practiced as he pulled you on top of him, the way he liked you best.
It wasn't long before he was deep inside of you, filling you completely. You were still a little tight, but with your pregnancy and constant fucking, your body was quickly becoming accustomed to the intrusion.
You rocked back and forth, rolling your hips just the way he liked, the way that drove him absolutely wild. You gasped and moaned, his hand gripping your hips so tight they would certainly bruise later.
“Such an obedient mortal,” he said through gritted teeth.
You whimpered softly, his praise making you gush.
“Do you wish to cum, pup?” He asked, his voice teasingly soft.
You nodded, your hips never stopping their steady rhythm, “Ye-yes my l-love~ b-but my breasts~♡“ you panted and moaned.
He grinned, his smile devilish, “Please articulate your desires with grace. Should your request be presented with courtesy, I may be inclined to fulfill it, little mouse.”
You flushed a deep shade of red, the nickname he gave you only adding to the effect, his words were like fire on your skin, you could never get enough of them.
You took a breath, steadying yourself, before finally speaking, the words falling from your lips in a sweet song, like honey, “I- I wish for you to relieve me, my Archdevil~. I wish for you to taste the fruit of your labor, and drain the nectar from my breasts~.” Your cheeks were a deep red, embarrassed by the things he made you say.
Raphael smiled, he loved the way you submitted to him, the way you obeyed, the way you said what he wanted you to say. You were so perfect, so beautiful, and it was his will that you would remain by his side for eternity, his precious little mouse.
He had chosen you, after all.
He could have anyone, yet he chose you. Such a gift was not one to be taken lightly.
“Very well,” is all he said before you felt his tongue upon you, the flat of it gliding against the swollen skin, before his lips enclosed around the pert little bud. You moaned and writhed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your hips moving erratically. The feeling of instant relief and ecstasy overwhelming you.
It was a taste Raphael would never grow tired of.
You tasted sweeter than the sweetest wine, better than any of the delicacies the world had to offer. His tongue swirled around your nipple, his mind drifting to the thoughts of impregnating you again after this child was born. Would you let him? You had no choice in the matter, he would take what he pleased, as he was entitled to do.
You were his and his alone.
You were his Queen.
His little mortal.
His precious, precious little mouse.
⋆˙⟡♡ Haarlep ♡⟡˙⋆
With Haarlep now accompanying you in Baldur's Gate, their presence by your side in public spaces became constant. The sight of strangers eyeing you as if you were available incensed them deeply. You belonged to Haarlep, solely theirs, and they were determined to make that clear to everyone in the city. If demonstrating their exclusive claim over you was what it took to deter prying eyes, then that was precisely what Haarlep would do...
Haarlep was relentless.
“Beg, little dove-" they hiss, hauling your legs up so easily to your chest, “beg to be filled yet again~”
“Hgh~ Haarlep! P-pleeeease~ ♡” you whined, tears rolling down your cheeks. The stretch was always unbearable at first but gods did it feel good once you grew accustomed to it.
The strong grip they had on you was definitely enough to bruise where their fingertips dug into your soft flesh, “Nhh’~ M-more, please~ F-fill me with your thick, hot cum~ ♡ P-please, I need it~ I wan’ it- Hhhngh~"
"They stare at you with such hunger-," his thick thighs heavy on your body, “but their precious savior belongs to an incubus,” Haarlep smirked, “a vile creation that feeds off of her soul and pleasure-“ another snap of their hips, “Would they still stare at you with such preying eyes if they knew what was about to be growing within you I wonder~”
Your eyes widen, a fresh wave of arousal and excitement washing over you.
"I'll make sure the whole city knows whose precious hole this is," the incubus hissed, a low chuckle in their throat, “that their hero was defiled by a fiend, impregnated by a creature of the Abyss~ How delicious indeed~”
In all truth, there's so much of Haarlep’s cum in you already, that you were probably bloated by now- at least you felt like you were. Haarlep had never been inclined towards gentleness, only on rare occasions… This was not one of those rare moments. This was about their sense of ownership over you, and it had escalated to unprecedented levels… Especially after watching a halfling man eyeing you for far too long for their liking…
Your little whines are enough to provoke a growl from the creature, sliding their stupidly large cock back into you, their thick body heavy against yours, “You are mine, my little dove~ Solely my hands have the right to claim you in such a manner, only I can elicit those cries of my name from you, hm?"
"M’yours~ All y-yours~" your hands reach out, gripping onto their biceps, trying to hold onto anything, trying to ground yourself.
Your body was shaking, the feeling of your cervix relentlessly fucked made you a whimpering mess, the only word you knew was their name, and even that was a struggle.
Your walls clench and cling to their thick, long cock when they pull back out before pushing in again, much faster, fucking their last load of cum into you again. The ring of cream around their cock and the wet, sloppy sound of their hips meeting yours was a filthy symphony.
Haarlep chuckled darkly, “You will look so radiant while bearing my offspring~"
It was a fantasy of yours, one you had only recently brought up with the creature .
"Hah- ah~ ♡!!”
It was all so perfect.
The sloppy sounds of your cunny being destroyed by an incubus, their threat- no, their promise to fill you with their hot seed until you were swollen with their child- children, your body covered in sweat, tears, and bruises. It was the life you wanted, the life you craved after bringing them back with you.
"I want all the devils of the nine hells and all the mortals in this realm to know just who you belong to!”
They noticed how your eyes fluttered back at the mere idea of bearing their child. It was a fresh fantasy Haarlep harbored and was eager to realize…
And so they did.
Again.
And again.
Three children later, your beauty and suitability for the incubus remained as impeccable as when they first made you theirs. Your abdomen, once again enlarged with another child they had sown within you, didn't diminish your allure.
Haarlep, with a smile at the vision of your curved abdomen, declared, “I will ensure that you always remember who reigns over you~”
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#raphael bg3#haarlep#tav#raphael the cambion#raphael x tav#haarlep x tav#raphael x reader#haarlep x reader#bg3 smut
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Fictober Day 20: Black Suit
Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Prompt: Black Suit (✨)
Summary: You distract Matt from parole, and he punishes you while wearing the black suit.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), slight dom!Matt, slight predator!Matt, masked sex (Matt is masked), established relationship, breeding kink, use of "bad girl" and "good girl", safeword mentioned but not used, light BDSM, Reader has her hands held above her head (but not fully restrained), mentions of masturbation
Word Count: 1.5k
A/n: Matt in the Black Suit both in S1 and S3 reigns superior. I don't make the rules. I may be behind with these fics, but I certainly delivered on the smut today!
Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)
He’s towering by the window, his figure a mere shadow in the moonlight.
“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
You’re wearing his washed-out Columbia shirt and nothing but that. No panties to cover the intoxicating scent of your slick pussy from his sensitive nose. No bra to stop the cold air from brushing against your hard nipples. You’re wearing only what’s his, and his cock twitches painfully in his pants.
Matt is so full of adrenaline that all he can think about is sinking into you until his name is the only thing you can utter—the only thing you can scream. He heard you from across the city, your moans echoing through your shared apartment as you pleasured yourself. You should have been long asleep, but you just couldn’t wait, could you? He would never leave you unsatisfied, even after a long night patrolling Hell’s Kitchen, but you couldn’t wait for him. You had to do it yourself.
He’s not angry, no. He’s frustrated. He could barely focus out there.
You’ve been a bad girl, and he will show you just how bad you have been.
“I’m sorry,” you say. “I wasn’t sure how long you’d be, and–”
He shushes you, index finger against his plump lips.
It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. He’s dangerous like this. You should call out ‘red’, use your safeword, and put an end to this, but you don’t want him to stop. In a way, this is exactly what you fantasized about when you thrust your fingers into your pussy tonight, hoping he would turn around and take you—hard, fast, and without remorse.
You might just get your wish.
The room falls silent until only the rapid beating of your heart is left to be heard. Matt’s lips curl into a smirk. “Good girl,” he says, and that is when he reaches for the fabric on his head and pulls it over his eyes. Slowly. Teasingly.
Your breath gets caught in your throat.
“Lay back and spread your legs for me.
Now.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Not that he would allow it, anyway. When he’s like this, your only choice is to obey. If you don’t, you will get punished. Sometimes, that is exactly what you want. Tonight though, you are too needy, too empty to tease him; you just need him inside you.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps as he crawls over to you on the bed. Like a predator on the prowl, he takes his time. And every step he takes sends a shiver down your spine.
“I want you to let the Devil out,” you whisper.
He lets out an almost cruel chuckle. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I need you.”
“And why should I give you what you need when you swore you wouldn’t touch yourself until I got back?”
“You’re back, aren’t you?” The second those words come out, you regret them. You’re challenging him, arguing, even, and he does not like that.
Matt grabs your ankle and pulls you to him, not bothering to travel the distance. You watch with a gaping mouth as he works on unbuttoning his pants. He doesn’t pull them down; he pulls out his achingly hard cock, stroking himself a few times with merely a palm full of his spit, and then he thrusts into you without another warning.
The slick walls of your cunt clench around him. You cry out; he looks almost feral above you, masked with his teeth bared, and he snaps his hips against yours at a nearly animalistic pace. Not a second you get to adjust to his girth. He pounds into you as though your pussy was made to be claimed by him—as though your body was made to be ruined by him.
He pins your hands above your head so you won’t dare touch him, and he pulls your face to level with his; if you don’t look at him, it might have consequences. But you can barely keep your eyes open, every drag of his cock so delicious inside you that the synapses in your brain backfire.
You can’t see his eyes, you can’t see his body, you can only watch his lips twitch and part in groans that tighten the coil in your belly. He pushes his cock deep enough for you to feel him in every crevice of your being. Deeper, deeper, and deeper.
His clothes rub against your burning skin. His pelvis brushes against your clit. You’re losing your mind, you think. The Devil is fucking you into the mattress, and you’re enjoying it. You might need a psych evaluation, but God, you couldn’t care less when you are this close to falling apart. Your fingers could never come close to how his cock feels. He is imprinted in your velvety walls, and they always mold to him like they were made for him. They squeeze him, and they pull him impossibly closer, brushing against that spot over and over again until galaxies are exploding before your very eyes.
You struggle against his grip, wanting to tear that mask from his face to at least get one look into his blacked-out hazel eyes.
“Matthew,” you breathe.
He inhales your plea with his lips on yours. Finally.
You let out a moan, diving your tongue into his mouth to taste the copper from his cut lip. You soak it up. You drink it. The sting of pain only makes him fuck you harder.
“Please,” you beg again. “Let me go.”
For a moment, he wonders if he’s going too far, but he would hear that in your heartbeat. You would use your safe word; he made sure of that when you first talked, so he shouldn’t give in, but the sound of your voice… Matt has no choice but to comply.
He lets go of your hands, and you don’t hesitate pulling the mask up to his eyebrows.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls. “Gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum ‘til you’re leaking.”
You buck your hips to meet his. “Oh God!”
“That’s what you want? Want me to breed you?”
“Yes!” you cry out.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you. Such a–” thrust, “good,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “girl!”
You hear the rough baritone of his voice, but the words don’t register. The tension consuming your body reaches its breaking point, and your orgasm hits you before you have a chance to brace yourself. The explosion tears your nerves apart one by one and puts them back together again. The coil snaps, painfully so. His name resembles a scream from your cracked lips, your nails leaving a bloody trail down his toned back.
Matt curses, his lips unable to hold back the sheer animalistic sound born from the back of his throat, and he holds his hips tightly against yours as he comes, hard.
For the longest time, you can’t move. You can’t think. You can’t even breathe. The cold metal of his belt has turned hot, all but branded into your skin. His cum trickles out of your painfully slow, but he pushes his cock deeper, forcing—fucking—it back inside you, and your legs shake violently at the overstimulation that ripples through you. It’s a tidal wave building and building again, your orgasm refusing to let up.
“Shh,” you faintly hear him coo into your tousled hair. “Breathe.”
You don’t realize he’s stopped moving until his cold leather glove comes to rest against your hot cheek.
“Sweetheart, look at me,” Matt commands, and your body follows blindly. “You’re okay. Take a deep breath for me. There you go. Good girl.”
Your chest opens with the oxygen you’ve been missing. He must have you under some kind of spell, surely, to make you feel this good.
He strokes your cheek. “I’m sorry.”
Sorry? You blink. The world starts slowly coming back to you, your sanity and self-control returning to your grasp. You reach for it. You try to come back to yourself because why the hell is he apologizing?
The guilt he’s feeling burns through your veins. When his heart hurts, so does yours. Always.
“Why?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“I didn’t ask if I could… I used you. I wasn’t in control, I–”
It is your turn to shush him now. “I’m okay.”
“No, that wasn’t… that wasn’t okay,” he says.
“Yes, it was.”
He breathes your name, and you kiss him. There is nothing he could say that would make you believe the demons in his head.
You wanted him to let the Devil out. You got what you wanted, and even with all his shadows, Matt has never shone in a brighter light.
“Marry me,” his voice is barely above a whisper.
The words take a moment to sink in. It’s the middle of the night, he’s bloody, bruised, and soaked in sweat, and his cock is still buried inside you—and he just asked you to marry him.
He doesn’t take it back. He looks vulnerable, even, as he awaits your answer, but there is a certain conviction in his eyes. A conviction that you have only ever seen the day he told you he was head over heels in love with you.
You find yourself reaching out to cup his face, tracing the faint bruise under his right eye. “Yes,” you answer. “I’ll marry you.”
And there is no doubt in your mind that you made the right choice.
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How they are Handling your Disappearance. Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!
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Part 2 : Side Characters
Part 3: MC Returns
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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?
💙Lucifer💙
He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.
He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.
Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.
But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor.
He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.
Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them.
He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study.
If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now.
He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance.
The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off.
“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.
Solomon promised he’d bring you back.
He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound.
💛Mammon💛
The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid.
Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room.
He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling.
He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.
It’s faint, but he takes what he can get
His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.
He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.
When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach.
The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed.
Each time they come back with nothing.
Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure.
But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now.
When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer.
He looks terrible.
But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too.
He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them.
Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care.
He needs you.
MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.
I miss you.
I hope you’re thinking of me, too.
🧡Leviathan🧡
Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you.
But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!
Is this some cruel joke?!
It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?
Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself.
He cries. Alot.
To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.
He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you.
But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.
He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.
But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks.
I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!
Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.
He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.
He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom.
His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use.
He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.
💚Satan💚
Satan’s temper tantrums are back.
He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….
Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up.
Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.
He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.
Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.
Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.
Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?
He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.
He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance
Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you.
But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there.
Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.
When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters.
Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though.
Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you.
But it’s no use.
When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room.
His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest.
Please come home, MC. I need you.
💖Asmodeus💖
Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself.
Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.
He feels empty.
The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best.
But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad.
His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time.
Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears.
He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this.
He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands.
Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum.
The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.
But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you.
When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.
But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.
He’ll never take it for granted again.
MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…
❤️Beelzebub❤️
Beel is quiet.
He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.
His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough.
He needs to know where you’ve gone.
He needs to save you.
Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all.
His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.
The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went.
Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers.
He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact.
Beel has always been protective of them, after all.
He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it.
Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.
He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified.
Please, don’t take anyone else away from me.
I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…
💜Belphegor💜
Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways.
He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel.
He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit.
But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door.
He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself.
Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…
When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.
He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how.
He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though.
That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone.
He felt it break the day you disappeared.
But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be.
He can’t explain why.
Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night.
They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around.
I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.
He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them.
You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece.
#hope you guys like it!#i just randomly got this idea and needed to write it down#i love NB angst#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me brothers#obey me mc#cass writes#my writing
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Don't talk to my wife like that
James Burrow was the popular in school, not only because he was son of Joe Burrow, the quaterback who changed things forever in Cincinnati and the football team there: the Bengals. He was popular because he was kind, and smart...and he looked like the devil version of his father somehow. Tall, chocolate hair, hazel eyes, intense gaze. Many girls and boys admire him.
By no surprise, he had his moments of rebellion.
You were making dinner while Joe was sitting in the dinner table creating a sheet of plays for James to study. James appeared in the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and pants and messy hair. He went directly to the fridge to search for more food.
"James, wait, dinner is almost ready!" you scolded.
"Mom, I'm growing up! I need food" James was seventeen and 6'2 (1.88 m for my the metric system folks) , the doctors said he will grow up more. Joe expected James to be taller than him.
"Dinner is almost ready" you slapped his hand when he was about to grab a bottle of juice "Help you father to put the table" he sighed but obeyed.
"Did you finished your homework?" you asked, moving the pasta and turning it off the stove. "Mr Darnold told me you were not submitting your homework on time, James"
He sighed again. Joe raised his eyes to look at his son noticing the change in his attitude. "Mr Darnold is a prick"
"James!"
"What?" he said defensively "It doesn't make any sense that I spent my time making homework when is useless" he replied.
"It is important, because is your education" you argued, giving a glance to Joe who was still watching James. You knew that stare. "You can learn about many things, including critical thinking and logic"
"I don't give a fuck I'm going to play in the league anyway" he raised his voice.
"James!" Joe interved "Don't talk to my wife like that. She's right, you need to study. Do you think any college would want you if your grades are a mess? Did you know you have to study a degree if you want to compete?"
"But I-"
"I don't care if you think it is a waste of time" he argued "you need to study, do your homework and get good grades, that's all we have been asking you all these years, alright?"
"I thought you want me to play in the league"
"I want you to respect your mother, and then we talk about playing" he stood up "apologise to you mother, now"
James sighed. "Sorry mom, I shouldn't be rude"
You felt so precious that you promised to say thanks to him later that night.
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Cock warming Togame while sharing a blunt. That's it. That's the tweet. ✨️
(Absolutely love your writing, by the way ❤️)
GAAASP! 😳😳😳 cockwarming…. Sharing a blunt….. ngl anon I got your ask 2 days ago and it never ever left my noggin. This sounded so hot. Oh, your beautiful brain. I take it out, smooch it and put it back in. This is right up my alley!!!!! Tysvm for sending this in (and for the kind words!!! Another brain kiss from me to you!!!!!)
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: post seggsy time, PRE seggsy time 👀, riding togame’s horse schlong again, cockwarming, language (of course, of course), mentions of weed/marijuana/devil’s lettuce, smoking said weed/marinara/devil’s lettuce, teasing, AFAB! reader, slightly whiney Togame, reader is insatiable and Togame is too.
You often end up like this on your shared bed with your lover.
Bedsheets in disarray, pillows soaked with spit and sweat, bodies still hot from the aftermath of your nightly romp, sharing a fat blunt. Lazy. Now, your man loves to take things slow—hates being rushed, wanting to do things at his pace. So obviously he loves it when you have his cock stuffed in your mouth, keeping it warm while he’s busy rolling another fat one to share. Loves the fact that he could just thrust into your mouth whenever he wants to and—fuck—with your ass is in full view for him, pussy still glistening with a mixture of his cum and yours, he could just drag his knuckle up and down your folds just to tease you, to feel you squirm. His pace.
Delicious.
But there are nights when you both would prefer something different. Share the blunt properly, y’know? That's where you are right now—straddling his lap, throbbing length buried to the hilt inside your cunt with him sat up against the headboard, lighting up a joint. His fat mushroom tip kisses your cervix so you’re gentle with every movement you make and Togame knows this. He knows better than to thrust up into you—fucking you while sober’s one thing but high? Shit. You both have gone hours upon hours until the sun rose multiple times, foregoing proper sleep to fuck the high away.
He obeys. A little.
Offering you the first pull, you take the blunt from his hand and you inhale deeply, taking more clean air into your lungs before you gently guide his chin to face you and you gently let out a plume of smoke. He inhales deeply with hooded eyes gazing deep into yours, heavy from the high and from you. His cock twitches inside of you as he fights the urge to just pin you down and fuck his cum back into you. Nothing is more erotic to him than you, naked and blushing, shotgunning a fat pull with him.
“Fuuuuck, baby,” he lazily drawls, blowing the smoke away and you start feeling him move underneath you. “Really like teasin’ me like this, huh?” He rolls up into your slutty hole and as a warning, you hold your hand against his chest, the other secure on the blunt. Nothing’s stopping your pussy from throbbing around him though. Shit. “Y’know what that does to me.”
You’re fighting back the urge to bounce against him.
“If you keep moving I’m getting off—“ you warn, shooting him a stern look but it’s no use.
He has his hands on your waist now.
“I can’t help it, doll. Y’feel too damn good,” he peers up at you so sweetly you kind of feel like giving in. He takes the blunt from your fingers and he puts it off to the side and into the ashtray. You let him.
“I’m tired, baby,” you reason out weakly but your body’s snitching on you. You’re already throbbing and soaking wet from the way he’s been looking at you, from the way he’s holding you so gently. With your arms snaking up his broad shoulders, you rest your full weight on him now. Chest to chest. Skin to skin.
His large hands move lower to palm at your ass and he gulps dryly, feeling you pulsate around him.
He’s trying to be good for you. He swears.
“Let me take care of you then.” He answers, pressing gentle and slow kisses onto your shoulders with his hands now kneading your flesh. You feel him harden inside you and the sensation’s addicting. You feel like you’re about to burst.
“C’mon. Please?” He says with a slight thrust up, his deep voice coming out as a teasing, whiny request. “One last round and we’re sleeping. Promise.”
You say nothing. You don’t move. With your face hiding in the crook of his neck, you breathe shakily against his flesh; your resolve slipping with every movement. The high isn’t helping either. He feels this.
“…I won’t move until you tell me you want this, angel.” He says gently, pressing more kisses onto your neck.
“F-fine.” You stutter, holding onto his shoulders, digging crescents into them while he slowly, lazily starts to move his hips into you. Teasingly and annoyingly slow.
“Hmm. Fine what?” He stops moving. Ripping you away from possibly just cumming around his length with him barely doing anything. “Use your words, dolly.”
You inwardly curse yourself as you circle your hips, allowing his girth to rub up against your gummy walls once more. “I need it.” You whimper, rocking your hips now with your shared blunt now long forgotten on the ashtray. Its served its purpose for tonight. “G-god you’re such an ass.”
With you moving so eagerly now, Togame can’t help but let out a shaky breath as he holds onto your hips to guide you. He loves how feisty you are sometimes.
“That’s my girl.”
a/n: gumoni from my side of the world, guys. Thank you so much for reading through this absolute dog water and thank youuuuuuu anon for sending in this seggsy seggsy ask. From this day on, I will think of Togame every single time I toke. I muah u. I go sleep now.
#togame smut#jo togame smut#jo togame x reader#togame jo smut#windbreaker headcanons#windbreaker smut#wind breaker smut#togame jo#jo togame#togame#togame <3#EUHUEHUEHUE always happy to write for the community’s favorite face to ride on.#also love the idea of a pouty and teasy togame.#he could be a silly goose whenever he wants to be :3
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Hail to the King
Chapter 1: The Spider Man
Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.
TW: smut, oral (m receiving) cursing, Miguel is a bit of a creep and a dick.
You stood outside the restaurant for a moment, staring at the dark night sky.
What just happened?!
Tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill over as you grind your teeth for a moment, practicing self control over your overwhelming upset and hurt. Was that even legal?
You sniffled and balled your fists. Fuck this guy, with his expensive looking suit and obvious God Complex.
You muttered obscenities as you walked home, not getting in the car and waiting like he ordered you to. Fucking ordered!
Two blocks down and you sighed, getting to the subway and finding a train to take you to your apartment, located in a less-than-safe part of Nueva York. But you didn’t care, you could take care of yourself.
Eyes tired from holding back your need to cry, you walked up a few flights of stairs to your floor, you convinced yourself it was good exercise. Twisting your key in the somewhat broken lock, you pushed into your doorway and slammed it shut behind you with the deadbolt.
That’s when the dam broke and the water works started. You’d gotten so lucky with such a great job, and now some power-drunk prick with a nice face ruined it without a solid reason.
He didn’t like you, so he decided to hire you? What backwards bullshit was that?
Not bothering to take your makeup off, you pulled off your clothing and slumped into bed with no plans of doing anything tomorrow morning. It was going to be a day to process and plan your next move.
Loud banging on your door made you fall out of bed, practically jumping out of your skin as the sudden thunderous sound was terrifying without warning. Grabbing your baseball bat from your coat closet, you tugged your hair into a messy bun and swung the door open.
“You’re late.” The big guy from last night? “And you apparently don’t answer your phone either.” His voice was unamused, blunt, and you didn’t care for it.
“How the fuck did you-“ you yelled, then remembering that apparently he was close to Peter, who had all of your information from hiring you. “You’re a sick fuck, now you’re stalking me?”
“Watch it, I’ll fire you.”
“I don’t wanna work for you, now leave!” You screamed and moved to slam the door, only to be stopped by a large hand holding it back. Miguel opened the door with a swift push and you stumbled backwards, caught off guard and off balance from his strength. It was like he was barely moving a cup, not even moving a muscle.
“I’ve decided that you’re going to work for me, and I always get what I want.” He spoke, stepping inside of your small apartment. “Now get dressed, so you can get to work.”
“Go fuck yourself.” You spit back at him with venom you didn’t know you hate. You hated him. “Go find some other girl to obsess over and creep out.” You continued and swung the bat, him catching the wood and staring down at you.
“Obey me and I’ll reward you generously.”
“I’m not your dog, I don’t need to ‘obey’ you!” You groaned out as you yanked the bat backwards.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year plus bonuses when you complete certain tasks.” He spoke almost too fast.
The words passed by your ears in a blurt as white-hot rage filled your mind. The devil and angel on your shoulder fought and you didn’t know which one was fighting for what.
“Fine. Three hundred thousand a year. Bonuses, access to our facilities, a new phone, and an apartment on the west side.” He added.
“What the hell will I be doing? You don’t even know if I’m qualified, or if I’m a normal person. I could be a murderer.”
“That’s doubtful, as you couldn’t even hit me with a bat, and I’ve seen all I needed to. You’re most definitely qualified.” He answered, still offending you in a strange way. “Now get ready. I’m late because of you, and if I weren’t the boss, I’d rat you out.” He fixed his suit and sat in one of your dining chairs, the squeak of its legs making him scrunch his eyebrows in annoyance.
You huffed and moved, accepting that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I’ll call the cops.”
“That won’t work. La policía and I have an understanding.” It seemed like nothing was working and he knew it. “Are you done?”
Maybe if you played along for a bit, he’d get the idea and fuck off. Grumbling, you trudged into your bedroom.
“So what will I be doing?” You called to him as you went to your closet and pulled out a random blue dress shirt and black pants.
“You’ll be my right hand. Like an assistant but much more involved. You’ll work closely with my second, Lyla, and head operator, Jess.” He gave a full debriefing as you slipped on the clothes and moved towards the bathroom. “I’ll send a few of my men to help you move tonight, I don’t need you getting jumped out here in the slums.” He spoke with a certain disgust in his tone and you rolled your eyes.
“Your men? Second? Are we in a war or something?” You laughed, but he was quiet. No sense of humor, noted.
“Something like that.” His voice was lower, almost like it was a secret he didn’t want anyone around him to hear except you.
“Not that I care, but why me?” You brushed your teeth and waited for his answer, but nothing came. “Hello?”
“You’ll figure it out soon enough. Just know that I will not accept your refusal. You will work for me.” His speech was almost flattering, if he weren’t so infuriating. You dotted on some makeup and walked out to meet him. Slipping on a pair of low, black heels, he was already at the door. “Let’s go.” He nodded and opened your front door once more before walking ahead of you into the elevator. You hurried behind and almost missed the door as he stuck a hand through to stop them from closing. Your eyes didn’t meet him, avoiding having to thank him for such a small gesture of kindness after all the rudeness you’d endured. “And by the way, they call me Spider Man.” He said calmly as the doors shut and suddenly, your pounding blood was in your ears.
Spider man…?
As in… the most dangerous Mafia leader in Nueva York? The leader of the O’Hara family and the rumored Spider Society? A man infamous for murdering people with his bare hands, constructing some of the greatest hits on politicians and leaders all over the state?
Your body turned cold as you began to sweat. You were in the presence of a man known for being a brutal killer and a money-hungry demon who ruthlessly destroyed lives.
And he wanted you.
The trip to his headquarters was silent, sweating nervously as all of the rumors you’d heard about him came back to you. How he once almost killed a fifteen year old because he “ran out on a tab,” but luckily Peter paid it for the poor boy. Now, apparently, that same boy works for him. Peter told you the story on your first day, how some of the Spider Society frequented their restaurant, but it never occurred to you that this was him.
You remembered Gwen telling you over drinks after your first shift about how a lot of the staff of your restaurant had once been or still were low ranking members of the Society. You had said you just wanted to make your money and get on with your day, to which she laughed and said “that’s how I was too.” You left the conversation there and talked about other things, but now you couldn’t stop repeating her words over and over.
It was like the city was overrun by Spiders, all answering to the Spider Man himself. A man you were currently trapped in a moving vehicle with. A man you knew wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you even so much as messed up his coffee order.
Nothing felt real as your leg bounced with anxiety. Sure, you’d always been mouthy and stubborn, but the idea that those small flaws could have made you a target for him, it was almost too much to understand.
“Hello?” He called out and you turned your face to him. “Are you listening?”
“Sorry, I was thinking about… what I have to pack tonight.” You lied, to which it was obvious he didn’t believe you, but he ignored it anyway.
“I was saying, when we get there, I have a meeting with a few of my subordinates. I need you to stay and listen. Lyla will be recording the meeting, but you just need hear it and start understanding everything. It won’t be hard, but it might be a lot so pay attention, entiendes?” He spoke and you nodded. “Once the meeting is over, I’ll introduce you to Jess and she’ll give you a tour of the building and your office. You’ll be working a room over from me. While that’s going on, I have an appointment, and once that’s over, I’ll start explaining the rest of your work.” His words felt unreal, like you were having an outer body experience. Nothing could have prepared you for this and now you were thrown into his web with no way out. Was the universe playing some sick joke on you? Throw you into the arms of a cold blooded killer and laugh about it later?
The numbness in your bones began to settle in and you sighed inwardly.
This was going to be a long day.
Walking into a bustling lobby, your eyes were overwhelmed with an excitement you couldn’t help to feel. The smell of clean air, the crisp modern design, everything screamed class and high end. Almost as if this wasn’t a den of crime and murder. Who would let a kingpin rent such a beautiful and upscale building? And didn’t mafia bosses usually do business out of their homes or secret offices hidden behind a bookshelf?
Ok, maybe you watched too many movies…
No, this was the next level of an efficiently run business. Everyone looked focused and intelligent, some seeming like they were educated at an Ivy League college or politically invested.
You followed the largest man and watched as everyone parted to make way for him, scanning him and then dropping their gaze to you.
You, who looked so out of place and childlike next to the refined crowd.
Your name broke you from your trance and you bumped into Miguel, who was no longer walking. “Stop looking around like a lost puppy. I hired you because of your fire and bite, now bring her back or I’ll toss you back out of here on your ass.” His threat was obvious, and you puffed up your chest after he turned around.
He was somewhat right. You belonged here, you got here by accident and that had to count for something. Other people around you seemed like they wanted to be here, strived for their positions and fought to climb up the latter. Meanwhile, you didn’t even want your position and you got it because of your loud mouth. As much as you hated this all, you knew that some of the roughest and cruelest human beings stood in this building, but he decided to pick you.
“But we will need to buy you new clothes if you’re going to work here. I don’t want to see you in anything less than a thousand dollars. Is that clear?” He said as you two walked into the elevator.
“And where am I getting these thousands of dollars from? You got me fired.” You grumbled, annoyed at his arrogance and assumptions.
“I’ll have Lyla put it as a tax write-off and give you a company card. Your limit is fifty thousand, and you’ll only shop at places from a list she’ll give you.” He stared straight ahead as he spoke, barely even seeming like he was speaking to you. What a dick. You rolled your eyes and he glanced downward, a brow quirked upwards. “And save that attitude for the meeting. Everyone here is cut-throat, and you’re here to give them a humbling piece of your mind. I don’t do politically correct-ness. If you think it, say it. The only person you need to answer to is me, and I want you to give some of these sons of bitches a good verbal beat down. If they get out of line, I’ll give them something to really be scared of, so don’t hold back.” His words seemed to hold weight as the elevator doors opened once more and people separated like the Red Sea to let him and you through. Catching up to walk by his side instead of behind him, you kept a straight face and put your shoulders back.
Reaching your new office was exhilarating, seeing as you hated the situation, but began hating everything less and less. Miguel had been right about the meeting, ignoring what everyone else said as you sat and listened to him discuss plans for a new import deal and a possible new business venture. His words were sharp and sliced through everyone in the room, so there wasn’t much room for conversation as most of the people in the room didn’t want to pull the trigger and be the target. You nodded along and made mental notes, adding certain ideas to your cavalry and deciding between when to speak up or not to.
After that, he’d introduced you to Jess and Lyla, who both seemed too kind and cheery to be in this business. How could such funny and smiley women work for a man with so much blood on his hands?
Jess gave you a proper tour as Lyla followed and made snarky comments about certain people, places, and things. Often times, they were about Mr. O’Hara and every time, it made Jess snort with laughter. The three of you talked and laughed, even trading phone numbers with both of them. Lyla excused herself when she was summoned to the fourth floor for a call about a transport, and you and Jess finished the tour back at your office. She showed you briefly how to use your new computer and tablet, both of which had a schedule that you, Lyla, and Mr. O’Hara could see and edit.
“Alright, I have a gynecologist appointment in 30 minutes, so I’ll be gone for the rest of the day, but call me if you have any questions.” She waved and you gave her a goodbye before beginning to type up some of those mental notes from the meeting, sharing them with Miguel’s email to add him in and let him look.
An hour went by and you heard a ding on your tablet, signaling a private meeting in Miguel’s office that had started 20 minutes ago. You rushed, seeing as you didn’t get the notification earlier and now we’re late. Pushing open his office door, you blinked at the sight in front of you and gulped down a new feeling. Dread. Embarrassment. Pure fucking confusion and unshakable mortification.
A woman, thin and blonde, had her back to the door and was kneeling before Miguel. Hands on his thighs as he spread his legs, she bobbed her head up and down as he had both of his arms around the expanse of the couch, head back a bit in enjoyment.
The shock finally settled into humiliation and you felt your stomach lurch with anxiety. He must have heard you step backwards as his eyes opened to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his face. You shifted your thighs, moving to take another step as your face burned with a blush that could rival most makeup brands. Eyes as wide as saucers, you kept eye contact with him to avoid watching the woman’s mouth move up and down his cock. And he didn’t dare look away either.
He slipped a hand from the back of the couch to her hair and shoved her head down a bit, making her gag, and as the sound reached your ears, you choked a bit in sympathy. He hissed out a soft ‘good girl’ and you felt drool pool on your tongue, closing your mouth before it could drip out. He fucked up into her mouth as his eyes stayed on yours and before you could register it, he was groaning with a tight jaw and finishing. She sputtered as he came down her throat and as the realization of what you’d walked in on had hit you, you’d spun on your heels and slammed the door shut behind you.
Hands shaky, you wobbled back to your own office and sat in your chair, hands holding up your head as if it were too heavy to stay upright on its own.
What the fuck is going on?
Prologue Chapter 2
#miguel x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara#miguel ohara smut#miguel fluff#atsv miguel
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doing the good night devil event and... wow can yall stop calling me out for like a minute? 😓
#so what if i do exactly as belphie is doing and i lose track of time gamjng?? shut up this is my life#obey me#obey me leviathan#obey me mammon#obey me belphie#obey me good night devil
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Family Dinner. Yan! Slender x Reader. CW; Controlling relationship, Slender is a dick, small allusions to physical harm, normal yandere behaviors and content.
You can’t breathe.
When he stares at you like that, irritation swirling around him, the anger seeping out of him in physical waves, you can’t breathe. He doesn’t even have to touch you to choke you, so suffocate you, and tears are brimming out of your eyes against your own will. Pretending to be strong won’t work on him, as much as you want to try sometimes.
“What are you wearing?” His words are filled with venom, and it takes every fiber of being to hold back the cry that wants to escape from you.
“I- I- I just wanted-“ You try to answer him, but he cuts you off quickly.
“I didn’t ask what you wanted. I prepared this expensive, tailored outfit just for you to wear tonight to finally meet my family because they won’t stop pestering me about it, and you do this? You wear something so— ragged?” He gestures to the clothes you’re wearing, clothes you’ve had for a very long time, clothes you normally feel comfortable and safe in, however, not anymore.
“I just… That outfit is so tight. It’s uncomfortable. I wanted to be comfortable when meeting them.” It takes you a long time to force the words out, and your voice is barely a whisper. He steps forward, towering over you, and he forces you to look up at him, gripping your cheeks painfully as he yanks your face upward.
“I did not ask you what you wanted. I picked this outfit myself, for you to wear, to make a good impression. I give you this house, I give you these clothes, I give you any fucking thing you ask for, and all I ask in return is that you obey me and at the very least pretend to love me. I don’t think I’m asking for too much, so why don’t you stop acting like a brat, and do as you’re told for once?” His words cut deep, and it takes you every remaining ounce of remaining control to not fight back because you know it will only make things worse.
You do follow his orders, you do everything he asks of you, and you never fucking complain about any of it. You have never outwardly complained about any of this goddamn bullshit since the moment the devil before you decided to steal your soul. You hold the right to bitch about him in your mind, and he cannot take that away from you. If he chooses to listen to those thoughts it’s his own damn problem as far as you’re concerned. You take a deep breath, clench and release your fists a few times, and you stare right back at him.
“You told me, when you first brought me here, I hold the right to negotiation.” You stare him, dead in the face, and he clenches his jaw, but he does not make a rebuttal. “This dinner is far more important to you. Your family is unaware of the way you treat me, and I know better than anyone that you want it to stay that way. If you want me to be a polite, well-behaved Darling, you will allow me to dress comfortably. It does not have to be this outfit, but I will not be choked and corseted by the outfit you have chosen. You may choose a selection of other outfits, but I get to pick one, and I will behave the rest of the night. I will put on whatever act I need to for them to believe I am happy here, but I will be comfortable while doing so.”
You nearly choke at the end of your words, trying to resist shaking as he stares you down. He could agree, or he could do any number of other things. He could slap you, lock you in your room again and forbid you from leaving, he could scream at you until your ears are ringing and your head is throbbing if he wanted to. After all, what you’ve just done is a direct act of defiance. But he doesn’t.
“…Fine.” His response is said spitefully, and if he had eyes one of them would probably be twitching.
He releases you with a flick of his wrist, your head flipping to the side, but he chooses much more reasonable outfits for you to wear, and you easily select one. He leaves you to get dressed in peace, and you do so quickly. You were lucky tonight. There have been previous nights where he’d rip your clothes off of you, sparing you no dignity, and force you into whatever outfit he wanted you to wear. Tonight, however, most likely spurred on by his need to appear normal to his family, he allowed you to win. Your win will be temporary overall, but it makes your chest fill with a small amount of pride. When you open the door to your room, he’s standing outside waiting for you, arms crossed, looming irritably.
“We leave in five minutes. Get your shoes on and be by the front door in less than that.” He goes to turn to leave, but instead bends down and puts his face beside your ear.
“Do not get used to defying me, Darling,” his tone could make you sick with how saccharinely venomous it is, “for it will not always turn out the way you want it to. Behave like this again on the next night you must meet someone important, and you will meet your consequences.” You feel as though he could have stabbed you from the way his words sink into you, but before you can respond he’s gone, evaporated into thin air as he teleported away from you.
The pride previously filling up your chest is now gone, and you wish you could just melt into a puddle on the floor instead of attending this family dinner. Any thoughts of asking for help don’t even appear in your mind, because after all… No matter the consequences, he would probably kill you, or his family, on the spot.
You feel like the more likely option is his family. He promised you, beyond everything, that you’d never get away from him, even in death.
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Mexican Restaurant (Obey Me!)
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You and the brothers got hungry and end up at an authentic hole-in-the wall Mexican restaurant. They decide to put their spanish to the test.
»Characters: Demon Bros
»Tags: Bilingual (Spanish/English) Bulleted style fic, Gender Neutral, Pathetic Lucifer lmao
»Note: Sorry if the grammar/spelling is off. Ye ye, I'm Mexican but my spanish is okay at most. 💀
Lucifer:
"Es picante? Lo quiero ordenar." (It's spicy? I want to order it.)
Ordered first
He didn't want you to translate for him
He wanted to use his limited Spanish to impress you
Wouldn't stop smirking since he felt like he was quite impressive
Until Mammon took over
Bitterly ate his enchiladas
He didn't understand what guapo (handsome) meant but heard it frequently in his direction
His pride wouldn't let him ask you
Sulked for the rest of the night
You asked if he was okay
"Si."
Mammon:
" Y esto cuanto cuesta? QUE!? " (And this is how much? WHAT!?)
Yeah he picked up *some* Spanish due to possible illegal activities
Took advantage of the free chips and salsa
Ordered steak fajitas
Sung and danced with the band
Yeah he was kind of drunk
Wore the title of "El Mamon" proudly without knowing it can be translated to "Idiot" in Spanish
"No te preocupes, yo te cuido" (Dont worry I'll take care of you)
Got his and your meals taken care of by the end of the night
The people hope to see El Mamon [affectionate] again, he's always welcome
Levi:
"Hola! Mi nombre es Leviathan!" (Hello! My name is Leviathan!)
Wanted to impress you so he refused to have you help him
Just pointed at something at the menu
"Por favor!" (Please!)
"El especial es muy picante...seguro que lo quieres? '...si!?' " (The special is very spicy...are you sure you want it? ...yes!?)
Was confused when they brought a crowd with his food
Held back his tears while he ate El Diablo Fuerte burrito challenge
"Mm..so...good..."
Passed out after saying that
For once, Levi's embarrassing scene made Lucifer feel better
Satan:
"Si, tamales por favor." (Yes, tamales please.)
Also a little fluent but not like Mammon
Practiced his Spanish with you, it was pretty cute tbh
Could practically eat from Lucifer's bitter energy alone
Learned to flirt with you in spanish
Took a chance and danced with you
Smirked at Lucifer while dancing
Asmo:
"Hola!" (Hello!)
Only the most basic of Spanish words
Wasn't shy to admit he needed help with the menu so you sat very close and translated
Worked extremely well in his favor
Levi shot daggers at him while Lucifer continued sulking
Ordered a carne asada quesadilla platter
Posted an unconscious Levi on DevilSnap
Him and Mammon made the place livelier than usual
Ended up dancing and flirting with the server
Got his entire meal for free
Beel:
"Dame todo. 'Que?' Todo." (Give me everything. 'What?' Everything.)
Ron Swanson™️ energy
It's the only Spanish he ever needs when ordering so he gets by every time
Happily shared a little bit of everything with you
Upset that Belphie got in the way of spoon feeding you some churro ice cream
Finished Levi's burrito with ease
Asked the server for seconds
His bill paid for the restaurants rent for the month
Got a little jealous of everyone dancing with you
Yes he made his move and got his chance
Was the one to carry Levi back to the hotel
Belphie:
"Ayudame?" (Help me?)
Can actually navigate the menu on his own
He's use to it because of Beel
Wanted the same experience you gave Asmo
Which he got (much to Lucifers dismay)
But he ordered himself when the server came
"Horchata y birria tacos por favor." (Horchata and birria tacos please.)
Horchatas his favorite drink. I will die on this hill
You asked "Belphie do you actually know some spanish?"
" I just said I needed help. I never said I didn't know."
Was the one to tell Mammon to call himself El Mamon
Lucifer and Levi lost this one. 😔 What adventure will we go on next? 🤭
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Poor Unfortunate Souls {Part 2/3 -> Kiss The Girl}
*All images found on Pinterest. Moodboard made by yours truly*
Dark ! Ursula! Aemond x Fem! Eric! Reader x Ariel! Jacaerys
Warnings: Aemond mind controls the reader, sexual dreams, including Aemond touching the reader without clear consent *Divider from Firefly Graphics*
Synopsis: Jacaerys Velaryon, the reluctant heir to Atlantica. The moment he saw you, he knew he would never see someone who could capture him with their beauty again. You would haunt him eternally. In a desperate attempt to meet you, he turns to Aemond Targaryen, an outcast from the merfolk, to help him walk amongst the land dwellers. But when Aemond lays his eyes on you, he knows he has to have you. By any means necessary.
Chapter Synopsis: Jacaerys goes to Aemond for help in becoming human. The banished prince grants him his wish for legs in return for his voice, but has other, darker intentions. For Jacaerys, for Rhaenyra, and for you.
Part One Jace's Ending Aemond's Ending
“Don’t look at me like that. How was I supposed to know they would do that?” Lucerys crossed his arms as Vermax and Syrax glared at him, the former slapping him on the arm with his tail and making the younger prince flinch back from him.
“I didn’t mean to tell!” He exclaimed. “It was an acciden-“
Once again, Syrax clamped his mouth shut between her claw as Vhagar slithered out of Jacaerys’ grotto. Luke felt goosebumps prickle on his skin at the sight of the best, a shudder running down his spine.
The memories were murky at best, but Lucerys still had the odd night terror of the night of Aemond’s banishment. He remembered seeing the knife on the sea floor, Aemond swimming towards him with a sharp, jagged rock in hand. He remembered grabbing the knife as the older prince grabbed him to feed him to Vhagar, and he remembered Aemond’s screams as he blindly slashed the knife wherever he could reach.
He only heard whispers after that. Of the trial, and how the dowager queen Alicent, Aemond’s mother, was the only one to plead her son’s case, and how Rhaenyra didn’t listen.
And how she died several weeks after her favourite son was exiled.
Even Aemond’s siblings knew he’d gone too far. And his grandfather, Otto, had watched with a stony expression as the prince was cast out with nothing and no one except Vhagar.
Lucerys made no effort to follow the beast, that is until Jacaerys also emerged from his destroyed cavern, hot on the eel’s trail.
Not wanting to alert Vhagar to his presence, Luke silently swam up behind Jace, hissing in his ear.
“Where in the seven hells are you going with that… that thing?”
“I’m going to see Aemond.” Jace replied firmly, brushing his brother away.
Luke gasped. “What? Are you crazy, Jace? He… he’s a demon- he’s the devil.” He protested as Vermax swam circles around his friend in protest.
“Well why don’t you go and tell mother and Daemon about it then? You seem to be rather good at that.” Jace retorted, shooting a glare at his brother.
“Jace… I-“
“You should go Luke. I don’t want Vhagar seeing you. Aemond can see and communicate through her.” He interrupted.
Before Luke could make any more protests, Syrax put herself between the two brothers, gesturing for him to leave. She then gestured for Vermax to follow the older prince to where Vhagar was taking him. Despite his hesitation, Luke understood that his life was at risk by being there, which could jeopardise Jace’s even more. Reluctantly, he turned and swam away back to Atlantica. Once he had swam out of sight and Syrax was sure he was obeying her order, she also began chasing after Jace and Vhagar with Vermax.
Jace knew he was taking a risk, and quite possibly risking his life by going to his uncle, but he was desperate. He knew he didn’t belong in this world, and that he was a disgrace of an heir, of a son, to his mother, and so he needed to see if he could find where he belonged.
And he was certain you were the key to that.
Even so, there was a small nagging sensation in the back of his mind as he and Vhagar approached Aemond’s lair. It was the skeleton of an ancient sea monster, an ancestor of creatures like Vhagar, with sapphire blue light seeping out through the gaps in the skeleton like smoke from a chimney.
“This way,” Vhagar rumbled, slithering in through the mouth of the monster. The fact that such a mighty beast as Vhagar looked rather small compared to the skeleton only made Jace that much more uneasy.
And that uneasiness grew as he entered the skeleton. There, on the floor, ceiling and crawling up the sides, were hundreds of grotesque creatures. They were a swamp green, dull yellow eyes watching Jace as he tried to avoid contact them, a look of disgust on his features. They were a garden of all the souls that Aemond had claimed over time, and maybe even others that Alys had done so before him.
There was no doubt the former sea witch was also among them.
Jace let out a yelp of horror as one of the souls lurched forward, wrapping itself around him, frantically trying to stop him from going any further. Unlike the other souls, this one had vibrant green eyes. Another soul that was slightly taller, and older than the first, grabbed ahold of Jace’s tail in a slightly more painful hold than the other soul, also trying to hold him back.
Jace managed to wrestle himself free from the poor souls’ grips, rubbing his wrist from where one of the creatures had grabbed him. He hesitated as Vhagar slithered into the shadows behind a large conch shell, coiling up like a python, her blue eye focused on the prince, watching him as he lingered in the doorway to what seemed to be Aemond’s… work room? He supposed.
There was a large basin- or cauldron, he supposed, in the centre of the room. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with jars and bottles of the most likely vile ingredients for whatever potions or spell Aemond cast to entrap another soul. A desk rested in one corner, a mirror hanging on the wall. The large conch shell that was connected to both the ceiling and the floor seemed to be Aemond’s bed chambers, with Vhagar coiled around it like a guard dog.
And there, stood over the desk, was Aemond.
He had certainly grown since the last time Jace saw him; his silver hair was longer, his face more defined with matured, sharper features. One eye, lilac like his siblings as Jace remembered. But the other had been replaced by a sapphire, glowing brilliantly in the light. There was a scar running through his brow, down to midway down his cheek.
A souvenir of what Lucerys did to him that fateful day.
Nevertheless he resembled the distinctive features of the ancient royal bloodlines, just as his siblings did.
But it was at the waist where they truly differed.
Where his siblings had inherited their father’s genes of having a fish tail, with his older brother Aegon’s glittering gold and black, his sister Helaena’s pale blue and and silver, and his younger brother Daeron’s cobalt and green, Aemond had taken after his mother, and the house of Hightower.
Rather than a fishtail, Aemond had six ebony tentacles, the underside of which were a vibrant blue to match his eye. From his neck hung a shard of what appeared to be dragon glass, an ancient relic from royal ancestors. It glimmered a faint blue against the pale porcelain of his skin.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to linger in doorway, nephew?” Aemond finally spoke, turning to look at Jacaerys, who simply gaped back at him, his mind completely blank and his mouth hung slightly open.
“It is also rude to stare. Hm, one might question your upbringing as a prince of the realm.” Aemond added, moving from the desk to stand in front of the basin, his good eye piercing right through Jace like a knife.
”I- uncle… I am here because-“
“I know why you’re here, nephew,” Aemond interrupted. “I have been watching- well, Vhagar has been watching. You want me to help you with this little infatuation for you have with a human, is that correct.”
There was a small smirk of his features as he spoke, almost in a taunting manner to the younger prince.
“Y-yes. She’s a-“
“Princess. I know.” He rolled his good eye at his nephew, waving his hand over the basin. In a cloud of blue smoke your face appeared above the basin, and Jace stared at it longingly. Perhaps he was a little too entranced by the mere image of your face, that he didn’t see the way his uncle’s eye darkened slightly as he also studied your face, or the way the corner of his lip tugged upwards into a smirk, or the way he gripped the side of the basin that little bit tighter.
“I truly don’t blame you. She is a rather… exquisite… creature…” Aemond murmured. The smirk on his face widened as he felt Jace’s glare burning into him, watching as the younger prince clenched his fists out of the corner of his working eye. He merely chuckled in mild amusement.
“Now, now, nephew. I was merely complimenting your tastes.” He chided. “As for your problem, the solution seems simple enough.”
“I-it does?” Jace asked hopefully, moving forward, closer towards the basin.
“Indeed,” Aemond hummed, waving his hand through your image and making it disappear in a puff of blue smoke. “To get what you want, two options lie in front of you. You could become a human yourself…” he watched the way Jace’s eyes lit up at the first suggestion before continuing. “…Or… I could turn her… into a mermaid-“
“No! I mean… I would prefer to become human, uncle.” Jace interrupted hastily. He hesitated slightly. “Can… can you really do that?” He asked, making Aemond shoot him a small glare. Jace shrank back slightly from him in response.
“Dear, naïve, nephew,” Aemond sighed. “It’s what I do, is it not? I help poor unfortunate merfolk, such as yourself. Those who have no one else to turn to. I admit, in the past I have made a few… errors, shall we say?” Almost subconsciously, one of his hands rose to his face, fingertips brushing against his scar before immediately returning to his side again. “But I can assure you in my exile I have mended my ways. Found my calling. The sea witch, Alys… she taught me.”
“And… and where is she now?” Jace asked shakily.
“She… was needed elsewhere.” He brushed off the question. When a loud screeching wail echoed from the garden of the polyp creatures, a fist slammed down on the rim of the cauldron. “Lyka!” He yelled. [Quiet!]
He cleared his throat, letting out a small breath through his nose before continuing to his nephew in a calmer manner. “Nowadays I have repented. Found my faith, like my mother always wanted me to…”
There was a small glimmer in that lilac eye of his at the thought of Alicent, the only person who ever had faith in him. He had heard of her death of course, and how his grandfather, Otto, had just stood by and done nothing to help.
And for that sin, the former hand of the king was now just another soul in his garden.
“Fortunately in my exile, Alys took me in and taught me her sorcery. And I decided to use it on behalf of those miserable, lonely, depressed… pathetic…” He muttered that last part under his breath, making Vhagar snort in amusement. “Poor, unfortunate souls. Those in pain, or need. They came to me with their troubles, whether it were changing their appearance, or becoming stronger, or helping them find their true love…”
“And… you helped them?”
“Why, of course, dear nephew,” Aemond replied. “Indeed I helped them… although there were those few occasions- they only happened once or twice, no need to look so terrified, nephew, who failed to pay their price to me. You see I need a small token in payment for my services, and I had to… well…”
Jace followed Aemond’s gaze to the hallway of those trapped souls and shuddered.
“I may have had the odd complaint nephew, but I can assure you, I’m certain you can pay your owed debt to me.”
The way Aemond was staring at Jacaerys unnerved him. There was something lingering behind that lilac gaze and that rather tight lipped smile.
“S-so what would my deal be?” Jace asked.
“I will give you three days, nephew. Before the sun sets on the third day, if you get the princess to fall in love with you and seal it with a true love’s kiss, and that's a proper kiss on the lips, mind you, can't make it too easy, you will remain a human permanently. But if you fail to do so, you turn back into a mermaid… and belong… to me.”
Syrax suddenly surged forward to clamp her claws down on Jace’s tail in a feeble attempt to drag him away from the exiled former prince of the realm, but Vhagar’s tail grabbed the crustacean, pulling her away.
”So, nephew,” Aemond drew closer to the prince, extending his hand. “Do we have a deal?”
Jace also went to extend his hand, but faltered. “If I become human I… I’ll never see my mother again. Or… or Vermax or Luke or Joffrey. Rhaena, Baela, little Viserys-“
”But you’ll have your princess,” Aemond smirked. “And besides, you certainly don’t belong in this world, hm?”
Jace winced at Aemond’s use of Daemon’s words, yet still hesitated.
“Life is full of tough choices,” Aemond continued with an almost solemn expression, but that small smirk remained, as though taunting Jace. Mocking him.
“I… I guess so I… I should at least try…”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Aemond added, pulling his hand away just as Jace was about to shake it. “We still have to discuss your payment to me, nephew.”
“I-I don’t have any money on me-“
“I rarely require money. It’s often something a little more valuable and substantial than that.”
“But I don’t know if I-“
“I don’t ask for much, just a token.” Aemond’s voice was slightly strained from his nephew’s hesitation, his patience was thinning.
Jace’s gaze trailed to that gleaming sapphire, a sickening thought intruding his mind. Almost as though he could read Jace’s mind, Aemond chuckled.
“No, nephew. I do not require your eye. That debt… is owed by someone else…” He murmured. “No, no, no, nephew. What I require of you… is your voice.” He said it so simply, as though it were like paying the smallest of fees. Jace’s hand instinctively went to his throat.
“My... my voice?“
“Yes. Meaning no more talking, singing, zip.” His lip curled into a smile, but it held no warmth. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. If she likes short, curly haired brunettes then she’ll think you’re a real catch. And besides, there are other ways to attract someone than talking, nephew…”
“W-what do you mean…?” Jace asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“Physically.”
“I… oh…” Jace mumbled, staring at the ground as Aemond’s implication dawned on him. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.
“Many human women don’t appreciate men who drone on and on anyway, nephew. They’ll think you boring. If anything, I’m doing you a favour. They’ll dote and swoon on you if you listen, but don’t talk. So…”
Jace was still simply staring at his uncle, his hand still resting on his neck.
“GIVE ME YOUR VOICE-“ Aemond suddenly exclaimed, surging forward but stopping himself before he could reach Jace. He let out a breath. “Hurry now nephew… make your choice. I’m a very busy man who hasn’t got all day to wait for you to make your decision… it won’t cost much. Just your little voice.” His words were still sharp, but were spoken in a more softer tone after his outburst.
“I… uh…”
“If you want to cross that bridge and find your lady love, you’re going to have to pay the toll… if not… you know where to leave.” He turned away from Jacaerys to pet Vhagar.
Jacaerys weighed his options in his mind. He could leave the very home he always had to try and find a place of belonging… to find you… or he could stay, and although he would be able to speak and be with his family, was that really where his heart truly lied?
“Alright!” Jace exclaimed, making Aemond turn back to face him. “Alright I… I’ll do it…”
Another tug at his tail made him glance behind him to see Vermax frantically trying to pull him away from Aemond, but he ignored it, flapping his tail and forcing the fish to let go of him. He swam from forward towards Aemond before Vermax or Syrax, could try to grab him again.
“Wonderful…” Aemond smirked, his teeth glinting in the dim light. With a snap of his fingers numerous bottles, jars and other various containers lifted themselves from their place on the shelves hung on the walls of the skeleton and floated down to the cauldron, which by this point was billowing blue smoke.
”Now, nephew,” Aemond said, conjuring a glowing, golden scroll in front of Jace. “You must sign the contract. Merely outlining the terms of our deal as a way so I keep my payments up to date. You know how cunning some merfolk can be… not that I would ever believe that of you but…” He pressed a fish bone quill into his nephew’s hand. “You can never be too careful.”
Jace tried to steady his trembling hand as he raised the quill to the scroll. Aemond retreated back, smirking down at Vhagar as Jace sighed his name. No sooner than he did so, the scroll rolled up by itself and vanished along with the quill.
Aemond closed his eyes, his hands cast over the cauldron, the blue smoke concealing him from Jace’s view as he murmured in high Valyrian under his breath. Jace felt himself retreating as the plumes of smoke began reaching out to him. It surrounded him, and two further tendrils in the shape of spindly blue hands burst upwards from the cauldron, illuminating Aemond in a sapphire light that only made his eye glow brighter. Jace wanted to flee in that moment, swim as fast as his tail could move him back home to Rhaenyra, to the safety of the palace walls, but Aemond had him trapped now.
“Sing, nephew.” Aemond ordered. “Sing!”
And so Jacaerys complied with the sea sorcerer’s command, singing the first song that came into his mind, the song he’d known off by heart from a young age.
The song he’d sung to you.
He resisted every urge not the falter in his song as those ghostly hands advanced towards him. One hand wrapped around his middle to stop him moving, and the other reached down into his throat. It felt at though he were being choked, and then as something was being ripped out from within him as the hand drew back, holding his voice.
Immediately, Jace reached up to his throat, he couldn’t feel anything. It felt like he were frozen in fear and couldn’t even make out a whisper. The smoke circling him at this point was spinning around him like a glowing whirlpool, whipping faster and closer around him as Aemond grabbed the glowing golden orb from those hands, entrapping it in the pendant hanging from his neck.
The smile he gave Jace sent a chill down his spine.
“It’s done.”
The whirlpool surrounding Jace had completely entrapped him within its clutches, holding him in place as a searing pain shot through his tail, like someone was cutting it in half. He writhed in pain as his tail split into two, his scales shedding to reveal human flesh beneath. It felt like ripping a scab off and exposing the raw skin beneath to the air. He ground his teeth together in a suppressed groan as another shudder of pain shot through him, this time his tail fins being changed into feet.
It didn’t help that all he could hear through the pain was Aemond laughing at his suffering in an almost maniacal way.
The burning pain subsided as Jace stared down at his newly formed legs, the whirlpool dissipating in an instant. Jace’s hand immediately flew to his neck as water filled his lungs.
He couldn’t breathe.
He found himself looking desperately to Aemond for help, but his uncle merely smiled.
Rather frantically, he kicked his new legs and flailed his arms to try and propel himself up to the surface.
He looked down to see Vermax holding one of his arms, Syrax on the other, helping him kick upwards. His eyes drooped slightly, his mind foggy and vision blurry as continued to kick, the surface lit in the early morning glow of sunrise acting like a beacon.
Jace let out a choked gasp as he finally broke through the ocean’s surface, feeling the sun’s warmth on his skin for the first time.
As he caught his breath, Syrax and Vermax keeping him afloat as they swam him inshore, he looked up at the sky, painted in gold and orange as the dawn rose with the morning.
Gripping ahold of a rock jagging outwards to the sky, Jace couldn’t help but smile as he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin, the sea breeze ruffling his damp chestnut curls. Leaning back against the rock in the shallows, he glanced upwards to see your castle in the distance.
You were so close.
All he needed was to learn how to walk… and to find some clothes.
He brushed his curls out of his eyes, raising an eyebrow at the glares Syrax and Vermax were both sending his way. Ignoring them, he raised one of his legs out of the water, gazing in pure wonder as he wiggled his toes, letting out a silent laugh.
Syrax and Vermax didn’t return his amusement.
A loud squawk sounded from the sky as Cannibal landed on Jace’s extended leg. The bird tilted his head, as though trying to figure out what had changed about the young prince. He raised a wing, gesturing towards Jace’s hair, getting an amused shake in response. Cannibal then mimed using what had been dubbed “the dinglehopper”- which was, in fact, just a fork- on his feathered, which received the same response of no.
Syrax hopped from the rock beside Jace and onto his leg alongside Cannibal, pointing down at his leg. Cannibal glanced once again at Jace’s leg, letting out a squawk of realisation, jumping into the air to hover above Jace’s head, flying around in circles and letting out screech after screech of disbelief. Jace shook with a silent laugh at the bird’s clueless antics, highly amused by his stupidity and Syrax’s annoyance.
Three days…
He needed a kiss from you in three days…
He could do that… hopefully.
No, he could do that. He will. He knows you, he knows you yearn for the same things as he does. He’s certain you’re the one for him.
A steely determination was set in those chocolate eyes of his as he braced a hand on the rock, slowly rising to his feet on wobbling legs. He drew his hand away from the rock behind him, only to immediately fall over into the water.
Sitting back up and letting out a spluttering cough, he was greeted with Syrax shaking her head at him, earning a roll of his eyes in response. Jumping back in outrage, she extended a claw out at him before pointing it out to the ocean. When he shook his head adamantly, she immediately leaped off the rock and into the sea, no doubt to go and immediately alert Rhaenyra of the situation.
Jace surged forward in alarm, picking the crab up and holding her in his hands, continuing to shake his head rather frantically as Syrax continued jabbing her claw out into the sea. He sent her a pleading look, his warm eyes only saying one thing to her.
Please. Please don’t tell her.
Dropping her claw, she shook her head again, scuttling up his arm to get back to the rock, where she promptly turned her back on him as though she were sulking.
Jacaerys had always told his mother that she spoiled Syrax too much. Smiling, he leaned down press a kiss to the top of her head, making her cross her claws over one another. She was still glaring at him, but it was softer.
A loud caw made Syrax jump back slightly as Cannibal suddenly landed beside her, clutching a torn sail in his beak.
Meanwhile, you had decided to take an early morning walk with Max. You hadn’t been sleeping well since your near drowning incident. For one, you hadn’t been able to get that beautiful melody and voice out of your head, and two, you’d been having dreams since then. You wouldn’t remember them when you awoke, except for a piercing blue jewel that haunted your thoughts. You didn’t know it’s significance, but you couldn’t quite shake it from your mind.
You played the small melody you remembered on your flute, your brows furrowed as you desperately searched every corner of your mind for a face that might match the voice.
Yet all you saw was that blue sapphire.
You let out a rather frustrated sigh, looking down at Max. “That voice. I can’t get it out of my head, Max,” You muttered. “I’ve looked everywhere. Sent word across the kingdom, and yet I’ve found… absolutely nothing.” You groaned, putting your flute in your pocket as you walked along the cove.
Max sniffed the air, letting out a small bark.
“What is it? Max- Max!” You cried out as your dog suddenly bolted down the beach. Letting out a small sigh, you ran after him.
Even though Max had disappeared from sight, you were able to track him down by the excited barking your can hear. He’d clearly found something- or someone.
Upon seeing you turn the corner, Max ran back over to your excitedly, jumping up and licking your face, letting out another excited bark.
“Quiet, Max. Gods, what has gotten into you- down, boy.”
Whilst obeying your orders, your pet had still not lost his excited nature, now eagerly tugging at your trouser leg to drag you over to wherever he had found what was so interesting.
“Max, stop. Why are you so- oh.” You stopped, slightly startled as you looked up to see you were being watched. “Oh, I see… it’s alright, boy.” You patted his head, taking a step towards where Jace was hidden slightly behind a rock. “Hi there. Are you okay? I know he may seem kind of intimidating but he’s quite the opposite. I’m sorry if he scared you.”
All Jace did was stare at you in return, a small, almost shy smile on his face. You were dressed in a similar outfit to the one he first saw you in- a white linen shirt, black trousers and black boots. You hair was loose, and was ruffling slightly in the early morning sea breeze.
As you looked at him, your brows furrowed. There was something almost familiar about those deep brown eyes and that charming smile.
“You… seem kind of… familiar… have we… have we met before?” You asked almost hesitantly.
Jace’s face lit up, enthusiastically nodding in response as he grabbed your hand. You looked down, feeling the soft warmth of his skin. It felt… familiar. He looked familiar…
“I knew it. I knew you looked familiar. I- I’ve been looking for you,” you smiled at him, giving his hand a small squeeze as Max excitedly barked. “What’s your name?”
Jace opened his mouth, but when he tried to speak, it felt like his throat was on fire. His smile fell slightly, his free hand moving to his throat.
“W-what’s wrong? Can’t… can’t you speak?” You asked, earning a shake in response.
Frowning, you took your hand away from his, ignoring the snort Max let out. It had felt like you might have found your mystery saviour… but you were mistaken. All the same, it was unclear why this mysterious man had seemed so excited to see you. Maybe he just knew you were the princess?
“Well, I guess you weren’t who I thought-” You suddenly stopped, seemingly only just realising that Jace was wearing nothing, save for a torn sail wrapped around his waist, held in place by a rope that was tied rather precariously.
You flushed slightly, giving him a sweeping glance. Although he may not be who you had hoped, the young man was surely handsome. A strong jaw, long brown curls and warm chestnut eyes. He had a well defined torso and strong arms, although his legs seemed to be shaking slightly from where he was leaning against the rock.
“Are you hurt?” You asked, and Jace shook his head in response. He waved his arm around in an almost pantomiming way, clearly try to explain something to you and failing miserably.
“You need help?” You asked, only making his movements become more erratic as he desperately tried to communicate with you. It looked almost comedic.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t- woah!” You exclaimed as he went to step forward, only to have his legs buckle beneath him, causing him to fall on top of you and sending you both falling to the floor. You stood up and helped him do the same, wrapping one of your arms around his middle and placing one of his over your shoulders to support him. Jace felt his cheeks heat up at the close contact with you.
“Careful. You must be shaken from whatever you’ve been through, huh?” You asked, and Jace felt himself nod along. In a way, he had, but not in the way you believed. You probably thought him some shipwreck survivor lost far from home.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you. I’ll get you some fresh clothes and food and… and you can stay at the castle for as long as you need.” You offered.
Jace felt his heart warm at your kindness, using you for support as you led him up the beach and towards the castle, with Syrax unbeknownst to the both of you gripping her claws tightly onto the sheet.
As Vermax watched you lead Jace up to the castle, although sad he could follow his friend no further, shared a small smile with Cannibal, who squawked enthusiastically at Jace’s plan officially beginning to be put into action.
Hopefully three days would be enough time.
After taking Jace up to the castle, you left him with the maids while you made sure lunch was being ready. Grimsby certainly raised an eyebrow when you told him you would have company for lunch, but you brushed off his questions, telling him that Jace was the sole survivor of a shipwreck, and he was welcome to stay until he could go home before leaving to get ready yourself.
You sat there at your vanity, pondering the events of that morning while your nurse Johanna brushed out your hair.
“You know… if you’re looking for a man, I know some decent ones. Ones that talk and that don’t appear out of nowhere, dressed in rags and washed up from a shipwreck.”
“I’ve met your brothers, Johanna,” You replied coolly in response. “And I would personally prefer if they didn’t speak either.”
Johanna closed her mouth, pinning back your hair. “Yes malady. Of course. I misspoke. Now… which gown would you prefer?”
Jace tugged uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt as he waited for you to enter for lunch. So far he’d bathed and put on a shirt for the first time… the latter he wasn’t particularly enjoying. It felt constricting, somehow. His newly washed hair was brushed, his curls combed back slightly out of his face. He was dressed in a crisp white button up and a burgundy dinner jacket and matching trousers, a pair of black boots on his feet.
The only other person in the room, Grimsby, was stood by the window, looking out at the view of the sea. He occasionally glanced back at the guest, making sure he wasn’t stealing the silverware perhaps.
Jace looked up as the double doors to the dining room opened, his jaw dropping as he took the sight of you in.
You were dressed in a dress of the finest silks in a shade of rosy pink, the sweetheart neckline showing the barest hint of cleavage. The dress came in at the waist before flowing out into a fuller skirt, accentuating your figure. You wore a pair of diamond teardrop earrings and the slightest pink colouring to your lips.
Jace didn’t think you could look more stunning.
And yet there you were.
Jace hastily stood to his feet, as such was royal protocol in his realm whenever someone of royal lineage entered the room, but you simply smiled at him, telling him it wasn’t necessary and that he could sit down.
He wanted to tell you how beautiful you were, what a wonderful vision you looked in that gown, but he couldn’t.
All he could do was smile warmly at you, gesturing to you and nodding. You raised an eyebrow at him, slightly confused, looking down as though you thought you may have a stain on your gown or something, but Grimsby came to your rescue, taking his seat opposite Jace.
“I think he means to compliment you, Y/N.”
“Oh… are you?” You asked, and Jace immediately nodded. You gave him a warm smile, placing your hand over his. “Thank you. You look… very handsome.”
It was as those words left your mouth that you realised how nicely Jace scrubbed up. His hair was devoid of seaweed and sand, now freshly washed and hanging in soft curls down to just above his shoulder. His clothes fit him well, the red complimenting the warmness of his eyes.
You moved to sit down at your place at the head of the table, and Jace immediately stepped forward to push your chair in.
“My, my, perhaps I was mistaken,” Grimsby mused. “It is not often we have such a polite dinner guest.”
Jace was practically beaming as he took his seat. One of your maids, Carlotta, stepped forward to pour them all a goblet of wine, saying that lunch should be ready soon.
“You seem more content today, my dear,” Grimsby said.
“That’s because I haven’t been alone with my thoughts, Grim,” You replied.
“Mmm… more likely because you haven’t yet thought about galavanting off searching for strange undersea singing saviours.” He quipped in response, making your shoot him a small glare…
…And making Jace stare down at his empty plate to conceal the wide grin on his face.
It seemed as though you were thinking of him as much as he were thinking of you. As he looked down, he spotted one of his treasures that Rhaenyra had destroyed.
The dinglehopper.
He excitedly picked it up, inspecting the intricate carvings into the silver. It was more delicate than the one he had found in that shipwreck, but most likely still had the same purpose.
He held out the dinglehopper to you and you raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah it’s… a fork.” You said slowly. “Um… do you like it?”
Although his brows furrowed at you seemingly branding the object a fork, he nodded at your question, lifting the dinglehopper to his curls and dragging the fork through them, all the while looking at you with a wide smile. You simply stared back at him, wine goblet brought halfway to your lips. Grimsby looked downright flabbergasted.
Jace hastily put the fork down, staring down, cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.
Grimsby sent a rather perplexed look your way as you simply shrugged, taking a sip of your wine. He reached into his pocket and brought out his trusty pipe- a snarfblat- and a match, sending a weary glance to Jace as he watched it with interest.
He hesitated, glancing at the encouraging nod you gave him.
“Uh, do you like it?” He asked, receiving a very enthusiastic nod in response. He held the pipe out to Jace, who snatched it from his hold, inspecting it thoroughly.
“I’m glad you like it. It was passed down in my family for several genera-“
He was interrupted however, as Jace blew a large puff of smoke into his face, stopping him in his tracks. He sent a small glare your way as you bit back a small laugh by disguising it as a cough. That only seemed to make Jace happier, he was practically grinning from ear to ear at this point. He held the pipe back out to Grimsby, who placed it back in his pocket with a rather unenthusiastic thank you, dabbing his face with a white lace handkerchief.
“Why, Y/N, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile like this in, well, months.” Carlotta beamed at you.
“Yes… it’s amusing for some,” Grimsby muttered, continuing to dab at his ash ridden face.
Jace shot you a small smile, a pink dust powdering his cheeks as you returned the gesture.
“Carlotta, my dear, what’s for lunch?” Grimsby asked, wiping the majority of ash from his face.
“Oh, you’ll love it. Chef’s been fixing his speciality… stuffed crab!”
That made the smile vanish completely from Jace’s face, replaced by one of mild horror, which you immediately noticed.
“Do you not like stuffed crab? We can fix you up something else, I’m sure-“ You began, but Jace simply shook his head, giving you a rather tight lipped smile as he attempted to ignore the sick feeling welling up in his stomach.
”Don’t pester him, Y/N, the boy’s fine.” Grimsby chided, folding his blackened handkerchief and placing it back into his breast pocket.
The next several minutes were spent in a somewhat comfortable silence. Grimsby had lit his pipe and Jace was watching him smoke it with great interest, while you watched with a small smile on your face, sipping your wine. You didn’t know where Jace had come from, and he didn’t even know how to use a fork, but you found him strangely endearing.
The silence was short lived, as a serious of crashes were heard from the kitchen. You rose to your feet, but Carlotta stopped you.
“No need to stand, your majesty, I’ll just see what Louis is up to.”
“If you’re sure…” You murmured, sitting back down and watching as she hurried out of the dining hall, the crashes ceasing as Louis was no doubt being lectured by Carlotta, gods know what he was up to.
Carlotta soon came in carrying a tray with three dishes, each of which was covered by a silver dome covering.
“You know, Y/N, perhaps our guest here might enjoy seeing some of the sights of our kingdom. A tour, maybe?” Grimsby said, thanking Carlotta as she placed the dishes in front of them. “Y/N? Y/N?”
“Hmm? Oh, sorry Grimsby, what did you say?” You asked, tearing your gaze away from Jace and looking at the older man.
“I was just saying, that you can’t spend all of your time moping around. You should go out, socialise, get some colour to your cheeks. You know… have a life.”
As Grimsby spoke, he placed his pipe down to lift the dome, revealing two crabs. One, clearly dead, was a deep shade of red. The other however, seemed very much alive, and was a rather striking shade of gold.
Jace looked on in horror as Syrax opened one eye, bringing one of her claws up in a shushing motion to not draw attention to her.
“…You need to stop dawdling around and get your mind off…”
Jace made a beckoning motion to Syrax, lifting his plate cover enough so she could hurry onto his plate.
“I mean it’s not a bad idea,” You agreed, turning to look at Jace just as Syrax scuttled onto his plate, the dome promptly covering the crustacean. “If you’re interested, that is.”
Jace looked at you, not entirely sure what you were talking about. His mother would surely berate him for the lack of manners, but he was to focused on trying to save Syrax.
“So, would you like to join me on a tour of the kingdom tomorrow?” You prompted, making Jace vigorously nod in response, and arm leaning down on the plate covering, which had began to move.
“Wonderful,” Grimsby smiled. “It should do the world of good for the both of you. Now, let’s eat before this crab wanders off my plate.”
After lunch, which had consisted of Jace only eating his vegetables and Grimsby every single crab, you decided to give Jace a tour of your castle. He had listened with great interest as you explained the history of the castle, about how your family had inhabited it for generations after settling in the town.
You showed him the portrait hall, where every king and queen had been painted after their wedding. Jace couldn’t help but silently remark at the resemblance you had to both of your parents. You shared your mother’s kind eyes and full lips, but you had your father’s hair colour, and there was a similar trait you seemed to share with your father- the way you stood, and held yourself was identical. Like your father, you looked like a ruler.
A true heir to a kingdom.
You let out a small sigh as you reached the next spot on the wall where a blank canvas was hung up, encased in a golden frame encrusted in rubies and pearls.
“That’ll be me someday, I suppose,” You sighed. “Whenever I marry… no doubt when my parents return from their travels in a fortnight, they will have another proposal, or worse, a betrothal to announce. They won’t believe my story about my saviour.”
Jace’s eyes were welled up with sympathy for the way you almost seemed to wilt at the thought of marrying someone for a mere convenience. His throat burned as he yearned to say something, to scream at you that he was the one, that he could help you escape that horrible ordeal, but alas, all he could do was rest a hand on your shoulder, giving you a small, sorrowful smile.
You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you composed yourself. “Anyway, there’s no point telling you my sorrows. What good could it do?”
Jace frowned as you brushed off his hand, changing the subject away from your evident displeasure of royal duties to take him to your study.
It was a relatively smaller room compared to the others in your palace, but still more than spacious enough. There was a large window overlooking the sea, a wooden desk placed in front of it. Either side of the desk, two wooden shelves were hung up, with scrolls, a compass and a globe placed on them. Wooden book cases lined the wood panelled walls, stacked full of leather bound books on history, philosophy, ocean species and plants. An oil painting of a ship on the sea hung over the window. A lamp was resting on the desk, no doubt for when you were staying up late reading, or studying, or writing yet another speech for the kingdom.
Jace’s fingers traced over the gilded gold letters on the books, some faded with age while other gleamed in the afternoon sun.
“Yeah, quite the collection I suppose,” You observed, leaning back against the desk. “This study used to be my father’s when he was prince. Like him, I’ve spent years studying ancient histories and philosophers, practiced training with a sword and riding horses. I know practically everything about this kingdom, and the others that surround it.”
Jace failed to hide the grimace that twisted his features. He remembered his uncle expressing a similar sentiment when challenging Rhaenyra becoming queen and Jace being announced as her heir. It was an echo of his words that for some reason stirred an uneasiness with in him. Yet when you saw his expression, you laughed.
“I know, right? It’s dull. Centuries of knowledge drilled into my mind and it’s taught me nothing about how to rule. The sword training helped should any conflict arise with another kingdom, although that hasn’t happened for centuries. The philosophy is just theory and the history… let’s just say when you’ve heard those stories time after time it gets incredibly tedious.”
Jace’s expression cleared at your response, although that sense of unrest lingered slightly. You were so different to what he knew, and yet so similar to what he’d always yearned for. With you, he felt a sense of freedom. He wasn’t restricted by rules or a fear of judgement.
His hand stopped as he read the title of a book titled ‘Legends Of The Seas’, looking at you.
You walked towards him and reached up to grab the book, reading the cover and raising an eyebrow at him. Jace swallowed thickly as he caught a whiff of your scent. It was intoxicating.
He hesitantly reached for the book, nodding at you as though asking for permission. You handed it over to him, and he flicked through the pages until it landed on what he was after. He showed you the pages and you took a step closer to him, crossing your arms.
“Mermaids? Really?” You sighed. “You don’t think they’re real, do you?”
Jace pointed to himself, and then pointed at the illustration of a merman on the second page.
I’m a merman.
I’M. A. MERMAN.
He wanted to scream those words at you, but you just stared up at him.
“Oh, you’ve seen them, have you?” You challenged, implying something else from his frantic pointing. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get his point across, he nodded. “I’m afraid I don’t believe you. They’re myths for a reason, you know.” You snorted. “Next you’ll be telling me that…” You flicked forward several pages. “…cecaelia are real too.”
YES he wanted to scream. YES AND HE’S MY UNCLE AND HE’S GOING TO CLAIM MY SOUL IN TWO DAYS AND HE’S A COMPLETE PSYCHO!
But instead, he simply nodded again, albeit with a little less ardour.
“Hmm… if you say so.” You shrugged, but it was obvious you still didn’t believe him.
He held onto the book as you returned to leaning against the desk, glancing down to your right as the blank sheet of parchment.
“You know, I’d really to know your name. Could you write it down for me?” You asked him, gesturing to where the roll of parchment rested on your desk behind you. There was a blue ink bottle and a red feather quill resting beside it.
Jace gave you a nod, and you smiled at him, moving aside to he could sit down on the wooden chair in front of the desk, the wood creaking slightly and the red leather seat cracked with age.
He opened the ink bottle, dipping the feather quill into the pot. As he lifted the quill, a few drops of ink dripped onto the table, but you assured him there wasn’t any trouble. He sheepishly smiled in an apology, gliding the pen down on the parchment to write J, but no sooner than he did, the ink disappeared, leaving the parchment bare.
“That’s strange,” You murmured as he tried again, but to no avail. “Let me try.” You took the quill from him and tried writing your own name, and the ink came out perfectly.
”Hmm… try again, maybe?” You suggest, making sure enough ink was on the quill before giving it back to him. Again, nothing came out, and Jace pushed the parchment away frustratedly.
He knew what was happening.
Aemond was up to his tricks, trying to get him to fail.
He knew his uncle was rather cunning, and would make this task as difficult as he possibly could, simply to claim his soul as revenge for Rhaenyra no doubt, or maybe even just for his own amusement.
“Maybe the ink is drying up. I’ll have to make sure to get some more when we go to the village tomorrow. Why don’t you just trace the letters on the parchment with your finger?” You suggested, your brows furrowed.
Jace’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. Not being able to talk was proving difficult enough, let alone when Aemond was putting even more obstacles in his path. Rather than tracing the parchment with his own finger, he instead grabbed your hand in his, your index finger resting on the paper as he traced a J and an a.
“J-a-“ You began, making Jace nod and continue.
“Um, e? No, c- yes, okay… a- e- r- g- no? Y then? Then s? Jacaerys- Jacaerys!”
You smiled widely as Jace nodded enthyusiastically.
“Jacaerys,” You pondered, looking down at the parchment. “That’s a pretty name.” You murmured.
Jace immediately flushed scarlet, promptly letting go of your hand as he felt his grow clammy. You thought he had a pretty name? He wanted to open his mouth and tell you how beautiful he found yours as well, but all he could do was point to your name on the parchment and then at you.
“You… like my name too?” You asked, receiving a nod in response. “Well thank you, Jacaerys- no?” Your brows furrowed as he held his thumb and index finger a distance apart, slowly bringing them together.
“You like your name shortened? Okay…” You thought to yourself for a moment. “Jacey?” You asked, making him immediately shake his head. You let out a small chuckle. “No? Uh… Jace? Jace. Well, thank you, Jace. You’re very sweet.” You gave him a warm smile and his hand a small squeeze, and Jace’s cheeks darkened even more.
He felt as though he could die happily right there and then.
That night, Jace leaned against his balcony, watching you play with Max in the gardens. You were dressed in a red linen shirt and black trousers, your laugh like a sweet melody in Jace’s ears as Max jumped up excitedly at you, tackling you to the ground.
Jace rested his chin on his palm, a rather love struck expression and a gentle smile on his face as he watched you. He suddenly stood up straight as you noticed his presence, returning your smile with a rather timid wave as he retreated into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
He sat down at the dressed beside his bed, dragging a fork he’d stolen from dinner through his chocolate curls. He ignored Syrax as she glared at him from his bedside table, her claws crossed over one another, one leg tapping against the wood in the same way his mother would tap a finger while waiting for an explanation for whatever he’d done wrong.
Upon hearing a knock, Jace put his fork down and stood up and patted her head as he walked to the bedroom door, opening it to reveal you on the other side, leaning against the doorway with your hands resting in your pockets.
“I just… came to say goodnight,” You said with a small smile. Jace flushed slightly, a hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck as he nodded.
“So, goodnight. I hope you get a good night’s sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow,” You said, and he nodded, gesturing to you, as though he were trying to bid you the same wish.
You nodded. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it-“ You stopped, looking over his shoulder at where the fork was on his dresser. He quickly stepped to the side, blocking it from your line of vision.
“Okay, well goodnight.” You said, pushing yourself off the wall and turning away. “Oh, and by the way,” You said. “That brush okay your dresser beside the vase will detangle your curls much better than the fork.”
And with that you walked down the corridor, your figure illuminated by the dim lamplight. All Jace could do was watch after you in awe as your turned the corner, and disappeared from his sight. Part of him wanted to chase after you, but he knew he didn’t want to rush things and potentially scare you off.
Jace closed his door and sank down into the ruby red silk sheets. His new bed was even more comfortable than his own back in Atlantica. He smiled over at Syrax as she continued to glare at him. When she saw him meet her gaze, the turned her back on him, sulking like a spoilt child.
Jace rolled his eyes, pulling the covers over him and closing his eyes. In a way he was surprised at how quickly his fatigue had overcome him, but he’d only been human for a day, and his new legs ached and burned from use. Slumber soon took over him.
When she saw he was deep in sleep, Syrax blew out the lamp on the bedside table. Slowly, she edged closer to the pillow, dropping down onto it just by Jace’s head. She paused, and, seeing him stir but remain asleep, crept around his head to rest on the pillow behind him, falling asleep herself with a claw resting on his shoulder.
As Jace slept soundly in his bed, dreaming of you in bliss, the same could not be said for you.
Upon returning to your room, you had changed into a black silk nightgown and cleaned your teeth before settling down into bed. Usually you would read at least a chapter of whatever book you were reading before going to sleep, but you felt your eyelids droop before your head even touched the pillow. Blowing out the lamp, you soon fell fast asleep… and dreamt of a silver haired man.
You couldn’t see him from the waist down. If you looked down, all you saw was a shroud of inky shadow before something forced you to raise your head, a sort of invisible pull.
The man was strikingly handsome. His long silver hair was loose, cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall. One eye, a gentle lilac, the other… also hidden by the shadows.
He was bare chested, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. He had a toned, strong body, a defined bone structure and a pendant hung from his neck. It looked like a shard of blue molten metal. Something you had never seen before.
He was, in a word, beautiful.
He simply stared at you, hands clasped behind his back, that lilac eye darkening slightly as it raked along your figure. His lips were twisted into a small smirk.
“Who are you?” You demanded, failing to suppress the waver in your voice. There was something that both intimidated and intrigued you about this mystery man. The way his eye pierced through you made you feel exposed, transparent, as though he could see straight through you, but there was such an allure to him.
The way he looked.
The way he looked at you.
The way he moved, no, glided towards you.
And the way you didn’t back away, or fight back as he reached out to you, slender fingers tracing down your cheek.
“You’ll find out soon enough, ñuha dārilaros.” He murmured, his hand moving to rest at the base of your neck. You stiffened under his touch, yet still found yourself unable to move. It was like you were hypnotised, entranced by him. [my princess]
“Soon... you will be mine…”
Meanwhile, Queen Rhaenyra sat on her throne, troubled. She had sent out her best soldiers and the other members of the royal family in search of her eldest son, who hadn’t been seen since she’d destroyed his collection. She’d spent the last several hours pacing back and forth around the throne room, waiting for any news.
“Any sign of them?” She asked as Daemon and Lucerys approached her.
”No. We’ve searched everywhere. There’s been no sight of Jacaerys, or Vermax. Or Syrax. Not a trace. Lord Corlys still has his fleet out searching the open waters, and Lord Cregan is patrolling the polar oceans.”
“Well keep looking. Leave no stone or shell unturned, no corner of the ocean unexplored. No one will rest until Jace is home and safe.” She leaned back on her throne, resting her hand against her forehead. “What have I done?” She whispered.
“You did what you thought was right, Rhaenyra,” Daemon replied. “Jacaerys will return. He’s probably hiding with Lord Cregan, sulking at you discovering his secret.”
“He can act impulsively, Daemon. If he’s done something reckless-“
“We will find him before it gets out of hand.” He interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Luke swallowed harshly, his hands clenched by his sides. “Maybe… maybe you shouldn’t have destroyed his collection.” He spluttered out, making both Daemon and Rhaenyra turn to him, guilt swimming in the latter’s teary eyes, and mild annoyance in the former’s.
“Lucerys-
“O-or maybe you shouldn’t do everything Daemon tells you. Maybe you should do what you feel is right. B-because I know you wouldn’t have thought of destroying it if he wasn’t there.”
“Luke!”
“You should learn to respect those above you, taoba.” Daemon replied, shooting a rather intimidating glare to the young prince. Despite being mildly nervous, Luke held his ground.
“It’s true! Everyone can see, they’re just too afraid of Daemon to speak up!”
“And with good reason-“
“Enough!” Rhaenyra held up a hand, silencing the two mermen. She let out a small sigh. “Daemon, leave. Continue searching for Jacaerys.”
“Of course, my Queen.” Daemon bowed before her before swimming out of the throne room, but not before shooting Luke a nasty glare.
“Luke-“
“I need to tell you something, mother.” Luke blurted out. He knew Jace didn’t want Rhaenyra to know what he’d decided to do, but as the hours passed and no one had found any sight of him, he had grown increasingly weary of Aemond granting him his wish.
“Luke, I’m trying to look for your brother so unless it’s important-“
“What if he’s not in the ocean.”
“W-what? What are you talking about-“
“What if…” Luke ran a hand through his dark curls. “What if he’s… up there…” He suggested, pointing to the surface.
“Luke,” Rhaenyra sighed, taking his hand in hers. “I understand that Jace has this bizarre fascination with the surface world but- why do you look so concerned, dearest?”
Concern had suddenly brewed the the Queen’s eyes at the way Lucerys was trembling slightly, his brows furrowed as though he were holding back tears.
“Luke, do you know something?” She asked.
He nodded, staring at the ground. “I-I promised that I wouldn’t tell…”
“Is your brother in danger, Luke?” She prompted, a gentler tone to her voice. Again, the prince nodded.
Rhaenyra looked up at the water’s surface, the moon casting a silvery glow.
“Did he try to become a human?” She asked, a pang of dread striking her heart.
“I… I think so he… he told me to leave him before I could find out. But why else would he go with… with that thing…?”
Rhaenyra hadn’t seen her second borne son look this shaken since he was a child, on the night of Aemond’s banishment.
“What thing?”
“V…” Luke swallowed harshly. “Vha…” he squeezed his eyes shut. The memories from that night were often blurry in his mind, but seeing the beast yesterday had brought then all flooding back.
“Vhagar?” Rhaenyra asked, and Luke nodded.
“Luke,” Rhaenyra cupped the boy’s face, meeting his gaze with hers. “You need to tell me everything. Now.”
Jace rose with the dawn the following morning, throwing the covers off of him with the excitement of seeing and spending the day with you bubbling in his chest. He would get the chance to see the kingdom today, and to see the day to day lives of the people.
His sudden awakening had startled Syrax, who jumped slightly as she was startled awake. She shot him a glare as he opened the doors to his wardrobe to choose a what to wear.
He’d never had to wear clothes before after all, and so held up a variety of outfits for Syrax to choose, each being greeted by a rather dismissive shake of her head. In the end, he chose one that she hadn’t chosen but he had liked- a rust coloured shirt and black trousers, as well as the boots he’d worn yesterday. His legs still wobbled slightly as he walked downstairs for breakfast, occasionally struggling to gain balance.
You weren’t awake yet, so he took his seat at the dining table from yesterday and patiently waited, simply enjoying seeing the newly risen sun casting a golden glow across the sea, which was a little more restless today than yesterday, the tide further in than it should have been and the waves crashing into the rocks dotted along the coastline rather aggressively.
Jace’s brows furrowed. What if it was his mother- no, no. He shook his head to himself, mentally reminding himself of how harsh her glare was the last time they spoke. The way she looked at him with such disappointment, she should be glad he was finally gone.
Jace instead focused on the sky, the few wisps of cloud that had formed illuminated in the golden glow, enhancing the streaks of coral and pink that painted the sky. It was a beautiful sight to see, one that he hadn’t been able to appreciate under the waves.
He rose to his feet as the double doors opened, slightly deflating at the sight of Grimsby, Carlotta and several maids entering, the former taking his seat and drawing out his pipe and the others setting various covered dishes in front of him. Jace, however, kept his gaze on the door. Carlotta sent him a knowing smile.
“Don’t you worry, she’ll be down in a minute or two.” She murmured to him, making him flush slightly in embarrassment.
Was it really that obvious he was looking for you?
He opened his mouth to protest his innocence, but shut it again when no sound came out. He simply shook his head at her, making her chuckle slightly.
“You can’t fool me. You were gazing at her all throughout dinner last night. I saw.” She smiled. “And if it helps, I saw her look at you too.” She added, shooting him a small wink as she and the maids left the dining hall, Jace gaping after her.
Was that true? Were you looking? Or did Carlotta say that to make him feel better? If you did, could he fulfil his end of the deal and get a kiss?
He didn’t have too much time to dwell on that, as a minute later the doors to the dining hall opened, and you walked inside.
You had elected to wear purple that day. A lilac blouse with a darker corset detailing that came in at the waist and an amethyst skirt that reached just below your knees. A pair of black pumps were on your feet. Your hair was tied back with a black ribbon to keep it out of your face. Jace noticed you looked beautiful as ever, but you had applied some powder to your cheeks in an attempt to conceal the slight darkness under your eyes, to hide your tiredness.
You looked tired, yet when your gaze locked onto Jace, you gave him your most dazzling smile, which he tried to return.
“Good morning,” You greeted, taking your seat at the head of the table. Jace nodded in response.
“Did you sleep well?” You asked, pouring yourself some coffee into a dainty china cup and Grimsby a cup of tea. Jace nodded again rather vigorously, gesturing to you to ask you the same.
“Oh, I slept fine.” You muttered rather dismissively, taking a sip of your coffee, your mind drifting to that mysterious silver haired man from your dream. You had been dreaming of him the past few nights, but last night was the first time that you had seen him relatively clearly and heard him speak. Before then, he had been completely shrouded in shadow, save for the small hint of silver hair, or flash of lilac from his eye.
You had pondered that he could be your mystery man, but then your mind wandered to Jace. You felt safe with him, and he made you feel warm inside, like a sense of home. With the silver haired man, you’d felt intimidated, yet intrigued. Bewitched, even. But there was a dangerous allure to him that sent a chill down your spine.
You forced the image of the man from your thoughts, deciding on instead spending the day showing Jace your kingdom, and seeing your people. They were your responsibility while your parents were away, and they would be your responsibility when the crown was passed to you.
After finishing breakfast, you led Jace outside where a black and gold carriage pulled by a beautiful bay horse was waiting. Jace had never seen a horse up close before, and rather nervously let you grab his hand and rest it on the horse’s nose, just as he’d rather admirably watched you do so a moment ago. He was soon put at ease as the horse nuzzled against his touch, a slight pink dusting to his cheeks at you standing right beside him, your hand still resting over his.
After you convinced Jace to stop feeding the horse handfuls of grass he’d torn up from your lawn, he opened the carriage door for you, his hand still interlocked with yours as he helped you into the carriage before following suite. You both waved to Carlotta and Grimsby, the former of whom sent Jace a nod and cheeky grin, before you grabbed the reins and started you on the nearby journey into the town.
As the horse led you down the lane into town, Jace excitedly pointed at every little thing he saw, whether that be a butterfly fluttering past, a rather interesting tree or a nearby field overgrown with wildflowers. You gave him that same, warm smile each time, finding his innocent joy rather beguiling. You did, however, panic slightly when you glanced over in his direction to be greeted with the sight of Jace leaning over the side of the carriage, watching the horses hooves trot down and kick up dust into his face from the road, causing him to cough and you to grab the back of his shirt and drag him back into the carriage properly.
As you led the carriage into town, you crossed a bridge built over a canal. Syrax, who had been hidden at the back of the carriage, peered over the side to see Vermax following them. His gaze flicked between you and Jace, but Syrax simply shook her head. Cannibal, flying overhead, softly squawked in disappointment.
You slowed the carriage to a stop, many of the townspeople stopping to greet and bow and wave to their princess and her companion. Jace watched softly as you greeted each and every one of them, shaking their hand and listening to whatever query or compliment they gave to you. How you graciously accepted the daisy a little girl shyly gave to you and how you helped load an elderly man’s shopping into his carriage. You would be a kind and gracious queen, Jace knew it.
Once the gathering had dispersed and the townspeople had gone back to their day to day lives, you tucked the daisy behind Jace’s ear and took him by the hand, surprising him by not even acknowledging how clammy they were, and led him past the rows of sweet little cottages and into the town centre.
It was bustling with crowds of people going about their business, whether that was going to the market, or spending a day out with their children.
When you reached the square, you immediately felt yourself being pulled over to where a man was gathering up chickens, and then over to where a crowd of children were watching a puppet show (although you rather hastily had to steer Jace away when he reached forward and pulled one of the puppets the puppeteers’ hand). No sooner than you did, he was dragging you over to where a band was playing in the centre of the square, where several couples both young, old and everything in between were dancing.
It was like he were experiencing everything for the very first time.
“Do you like dancing?” You asked, watching the way those warm brown eyes watched every spin, every step. He shyly shrugged in response, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
“You’ve never danced before?”
He shook his head, his shoulders heaving in a silent sigh as he watched the dancers longingly.
You bit your lip, taking his other hand so both of yours were in his, before leading him over. Initially he tried to resist, frantically shaking his head at you. He didn’t want to mess things up by dropping you, or accidentally stepping on your toes (he still wasn’t completely used to his new legs after all), but you persisted, moving one of his hands so it was placed on your back, your now free hand resting on his rather tense bicep, the other still clasped in his.
“Just follow my lead, okay Jace?” You smiled reassuringly at him, and Jace felt a warmth spread through him at how easily his name spilled from your tongue.
You stepped to the side slowly, and Jace kept his gaze fixed on your footsteps, how you would step back and to the side before bringing your feet together, twirling in a circle as you did so. He tried his best to copy those steps, eventually feeling comfortable enough to let his gaze to meet yours.
“See? You’re a natural.” You smiled, your hand moving from his bicep to rest against the back of his shoulder and neck, your fingertips brushing against his hair. “I can’t believe you’ve never danced before. It’s like you’ve been hidden from everyone your whole life.”
Because that’s exactly how it is, Jace thought as he span you around, his hand now resting on your waist to pull you closer. It was a bold move, but you let him do so, not shying away from his touch. Perhaps it was Jace’s imagination, but he could have sworn he’d felt you lean into it.
In another daring move, he broke his hand from yours to join his other on your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, your fingers tangling in his chestnut curls as they wrapped around the back of his neck to hold onto him. Jace had always dreamed of how dancing with someone would feel, but he loved it even more when he was there, on land, dancing with you.
Jace would have happily spent the entire day dancing with you, but after an hour or so, he felt his legs start to ache, and he accidentally stumbled and stood on your foot, which he was profoundly apologetic about, but you assured him it wasn’t painful. And so you led him back towards the marketplace. He felt rather guilty about you spending your money on him, but you had insisted, and so he let you buy him a new pair of red leather boots. In return, he chose you a bouquet of flowers- red roses, he’d been told. You’d also bought some things for the palace, including yourself a new ink pot and a loaf of bread for the kitchens. You had been rather intrigued by a visiting jewellery merchant, Jace noticed, also admiring the jewels. He pointed at a rather beautiful pair of ruby earrings before gesturing to your own ears, which had a small pair of pearl earrings dangling from them today.
They would look stunning on you
“They are beautiful,” You agreed. “But I always found myself more partial to a sapphire.” You then added, pointing at a silver necklace set with the blue jewel. Jace grimaced in response, the sight of his uncle’s mutilated eye flashing to the forefront of his mind, only adding to the uneasiness in his stomach over the passing time.
Why did it have to be sapphires?
“What is it?” You asked as you noticed Jace’s expression. “Would it not suit me?”
Jace mentally cursed. If he could talk, it would be so easy to tell you that it would, of course it would look absolutely beautiful on you, but he personally thought the rubies would compliment your eyes more… and they were his favourite colour… and they wouldn’t remind him of his psychopath of an uncle.
So instead he nodded in agreement, before pointing at the earrings and nodding again.
“You… think the rubies would suit me more?” You asked, and he nodded again. “Okay, maybe you’re right… I was having a scarlet gown commissioned before the ball when my parents returned.”
A ball? Oh, how Jace would love to experience a ball.
He only hoped he could stay with you to see it one day.
His beaming smile as you purchased the earrings didn’t last as you also bought the sapphire necklace before leading him back to the carriage.
“You looked tired so I thought we could take a ride through the countryside.” You offered. “If you’re done here, that is. Although we can always come back here next week when the market returns.”
Jace nodded, opening the carriage door for you, trying to forget he only had one more day after this to get that kiss.
The horse drew away from the town in a gentle trot, the late afternoon breeze fluttering through Jace’s hair. He watched intently as you steered the horse down the lane, the road decked with trees either side, forests and meadows sprawling for miles, and yet the slight saltiness from the sea still lingered in the air.
“Do you want to try?” You asked, gesturing to the reins in your hands. He hesitated for a moment before nodding, letting you place the reins in his outstretched hands and position them correctly.
“There you go. You’re doing great.” You smiled at him, a hand resting on his shoulder in encouragement. His tense muscles relaxed slightly under your warm touch and praising words, and rather enthusiastically, he snapped at the reins as he’d seen you do so when you left the castle that morning.
“Wait, hang on- Jace!” You let out a small shriek as the horse reared in the air before bolting into a canter, surging down the lane. It suddenly surged to the left down a small pathway leading into the trees.
“Jace, you might want to ease up a bit- no, slow down! Slow down!” You exclaimed, bracing a hand on the carriage as the horse galloped in the direction of a large ditch. Jace, on the other hand, was showing no sign of doing so, a wide grin on his face as he instead encouraged the horse to speed up.
“Jace, what are you- oh shit!” You braised yourself as the horse leaped over the wide ditch, preparing yourself for the crash.
But it didn’t come.
Jace had slowed the horse down to a steady trot, and had a managed to find the main lane again, turning to look at you with a rather cheeky, yet charming, smile. You flushed slightly.
“Oh. Um… well done. Do you… want me to take the reins back?” You asked, but Jace shook his head, turning back to the road. He seemed to have gotten the hang of it, so you leaned back comfortably with a small shrug, your arms supporting the back of your head as you rode through the trees, the sun beginning to set in the sky.
After taking him for a little tour around the countryside you had steered him to a charming little restaurant for dinner. It was near a small lagoon, and was lit with lanterns set with different coloured glass, some were alight with an amethyst purple that matched your dress, others a deep wine red, or an ocean blue.
Jace watched you with admiration as you greeted the staff one by one, declining the offer of using a private dining room to instead favour a small table outside by the water beneath the lanterns, the hum of the crickets and gentle lapping of the lagoon waves against the shore creating a comfortable setting as the sun dipped below the trees, the sky streaked with gold, violet and pink.
You were approached throughout the dinner by multiple townspeople, who greeted you apologetically for the interruption to greet you, or gifted you with wildflowers. Jace simply watched with a soft smile on his face, flushing slightly whenever anybody turned their attention to him, shrinking back in his seat slightly as you recycled the same story you had told those in the castle.
The meal was far better than anything Jace had eaten in Atlantica, and as a surprise, you led him over to where a small wooden rowing boat for two was nestled in the reeds. Resting one foot on the boat to steady it, you helped Jace take his seat before following him, your hand holding his to maintain your balance.
You took ahold of the oars, not quite ready to hand the control to Jace in fear of your dinner being brought back up.
You rode a little way out into the lagoon, concealed by the reeds and the tall willow tree drooping over the bank, but making sure the water was shallow enough that Jace at least could stand up (you weren’t sure he could swim and didn’t want to concern him with being in deep water after the shipwreck ordeal).
Jace exhaled, spotting Vermax watching them from the water, Syrax resting on the reeds and Cannibal on a tree branch nearby. All three were watching the pair intently, and Jace shook his head once at them.
No kiss yet.
But everything was going so well, surely he could receive that true love’s kiss by the end of tonight. He had felt something when you were dancing. The way your eyes locked with his, the way you didn’t resist him holding you closer, and seemed to lean into his touch, or the way your hand seemed to grow slightly clammy as well when held in his.
Surely he couldn’t have imagined that?
You shot him a small smile as you placed the oars down, flexing your stiffened fingers slightly. You glanced around, not sure what the say. Do you ask him if he was okay? If he liked the spot you’d chosen? You weren’t sure, but Jace seemed very preoccupied by the willow tree at the edge of the lagoon. Or was he just lost in thought?
Before you could ask what had caught his attention, a dreadful sound pierced your ears. It was like someone dragging their nails down a blackboard. It was a shrill screeching sound, like some poor bird was in pain.
“Gods, it sounds like some poor creature needs to be put out of its misery.” You murmured.
Jace grimaced in response, his gaze locked on where Cannibal was squawking in the tree above, raising a wing as a gesture of you’re welcome, seemingly believing he was helping create a romantic atmosphere and that he was doing Jace a favour.
He let out a small sigh of relief as he saw Syrax climb up to the branch, a claw snapping around Cannibal’s beak. Her beady eyes glared him down, her other claw making swiping across her in a zip it motion before she jumped back down into the reeds.
“Seems like somebody was listening.” You mused, using one of the oars to steer you both into the centre of the lagoon. Jace gave a slight smile in response, simply glad that you’re back was facing his unhelpful feathered companion.
He was even more glad that Syrax, perched on a drooping reed leaf, dropped down into the water, and moments later as a small group of turtles appeared. Syrax tapped the shells of the turtles, creating a percussion sound that a small flock of ducks continued for her. She then jumped o back onto a reed, pointing at a group crickets that began to him a little louder.
She was creating music for them.
You seemed to have noticed, glancing around.
“It sounds so peaceful,” You mused. “Nature really is an incredible thing.”
Jace could only nod in agreement, his gaze now focused entirely on you, and how ethereal you looked in the silver glow of the moon and the golden hum of the fireflies circling the lagoon.
All Jace could think about was how much he wanted to succeed in his task, and how he wanted to be with you. As he admired you, it was at the forefront of his mind. How the clock was ticking. He was running out of time, but he had no idea how he would go about it. His mother had always taught him to ask permission first when courting a lady, but, of course, he was unable to. He felt too awkward, so shy around you, to approach the subject. But then again, if he didn’t kiss you, he would lose you forever.
Now was the perfect opportunity, he doubted he’d get a better one. The atmosphere was perfect, the setting was stunning, and you looked beautiful of course but… he didn’t quite know how to go about it. He didn’t even know what was going through your mind as you kept your gaze focused on him. He didn’t even know you were going through a similar mental dilemma.
You didn’t know why, usually you would never rush into such things, he hadn’t even spoken a single damn word to you, but there was something about Jace. You knew there was something familiar about him. Hell, you had even thought he could have been who you had been searching for, but since he couldn’t talk, that was impossible. But there was still something about him that drew you in. A silent charm to him.
You didn’t know why you were particularly focusing on the warmth of his eyes as they gazed at you, or the way his hair framed his face, or the shape of his lips…
You didn’t know why your mind went back to the day you’d spent together, the dancing, the rather intimate dinner.
And then you realised through all of that, every time you spent time together, his eyes were always intently focused on you, just as they were now, as though you were the only thing there. Perhaps you were only imagining that…
Or was he thinking the same thing as you?
You were to caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the boat start to drift further into the lagoon. You didn’t notice the glare Jace sent down to where Vermax and those turtles were pushing the boat, or the way two pelicans swooped down to part the leaves of a willow tree to let the boat pass through. Or how the fireflies were circling the both of you now. You didn’t notice Syrax climbing onto Jace’s shoulder, goading him on to kiss you before returning to the water.
You weren’t snapped from your thoughts until Jace rested his hand over yours. You turned your hand and allowed him to hold it properly. He looked nervous, from the way his eyes darted from your hand to your lips and then up to yours eyes and back again, to the way he seemed to be biting his lip or the fact his hand was growing more clammy.
Was he feeling the same thing as you?
Almost like a magnetic pull, you leaned forward slightly, not quite realising you had done so until Jace did the same, and you realised how close you were, mere inches apart. Your eyes locked, and you could feel yourself drowning in them, noticing for the first time that there was a darker rim around his iris, and that in the glow of the fireflies that had began to hum louder, they had a honeyed colour to them, becoming lighter towards the centre.
Jace had a swarm of butterflies within him, feeling the apprehension bubbling up inside. Were you actually going to kiss him? You leaned in first after all… could he actually succeed and finally get his wish? Instinctively, he eyelids fluttered shut. He felt you draw back slightly, perhaps surprised at the possibly bold move, but your hand never left his.
And then he felt you lean forward again, the boat creaking slightly as you shifted closer to him. You closed your eyes as well as you leaned closer still, your lips mere inches apart from brushing against his. You could quite believe you were doing this, but something just felt right.
Jace’s heart was hammering within his chest, he couldn’t believe he was about to kiss you. He was so close…
Until the boat flipped over and sent the both of you tumbling into the lagoon.
The animals had scattered, both not wanting for you to see them, and also in fear of where Vhagar had slithered underneath the boat to flip it over before disappearing within the reeds, her teeth bared in a sickening grin and that blue eye glowing brighter than the moon, watching as you grabbed Jace’s hand, the both of you rising to your feet. He looked you over, those chestnut eyes brimmed with worry.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You sighed, catching your breath. Fortunately the water was shallow enough that you could stand above the water level, you steadying the boat to let Jace clamber back on board. He then extended his hand to you to help you as well, you taking the oars and rowing the both of you back to shore.
Jace sat there silently, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he stared down at the water. He knew that wasn’t an accident, and his jaw clenched slightly in annoyance at his uncle’s interference.
Aemond had been watching Jace ever since he’d reached the surface, his amusement at Jace’s schoolboy like crush changing to irritation as it seemed like it was rubbing off on you.
He had been tracking Jace for months, knowing he was the perfect pawn to use against Rhaenyra. To take her throne and rule the seas in revenge of his banishment. The first thing he would do is take Lucerys’ eye.
For his mother.
He had heard of her passing shortly after his banishment, and the anguish he had felt had twisted his mind and blackened his heart. He had descended into madness in his exile, and although he had added his grandfather’s soul to his collection, he knew that was only the beginning.
And then he watched as Jace had become infatuated with you, and initially, he saw you as the perfect stepping stone to Rhaenyra’s downfall.
But then he found himself intrigued by you.
He had always carried some disdain for humans, viewing them as an inferior species. But your free spirit, and your good heart, such a contrast to him, had drawn him in. It didn’t help that you were such a stunning creature, more gorgeous than any mermaid he’d seen. And although that could be seen as weakness, he saw it as an opportunity.
After claiming Rhaenyra’s soul in return for Jace’s “freedom”, he would take control of the the oceans and dispose of those who ever opposed him, and then he would go to you, and claim you as his. He could imagine how soft your skin would feel against his, how you would feel trapped beneath him as he made you his, those sweet noises that would spill from your lips as you’d moan his name.
And then, he’d marry you, and become ruler on land and sea, his power unopposed, finally getting that vengeance on behalf of himself and his mother.
There was a small spanner in the works as you grew closer to Jace, but he had been sowing the seeds in his plan for some time, visions of him plaguing your dreams and observing you through Vhagar.
He gently rested a hand on Vhagar’s head as she swam into the cavern, giving a small hum of approval.
“Nice work, Vhagar,” He praised. “That was a little close. A little too close.” He glared at the cauldron, glaring at the image of you and Jace arriving back at castle, the both of you still damp from the lagoon debacle. Jace got out of the carriage, taking your hand and helping you step out, leading you into the castle where the maids would no doubt hurry to prepare you a nice warm bath.
“That little brat is doing better than I thought,” He mused. “At this rate, he’ll be kissing her by tomorrow’s sunset. No matter…” his lips twisted into a grin. “I suppose I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands…”
He reached up towards a cupboard, grabbing several bottles and throwing them to the basin, causing a cloud of blue smoke to explode from it. He waved his hand, and the image above the basin changed to where you were preparing yourself for bed, dressed in a pink silk nightgown that reached midway down your thighs. However, instead of going to bed for an early night as Aemond assumed you would, you left your room and walked down the hallway, knocking on Jace’s door.
“Hi… I just… wanted to say goodnight.” You muttered, you gaze focused on the floor. Jace frowned slightly. Did you regret the moment the two of you had shared? Did this mean he’d lost his chance?
He nodded, reaching for your hand, only for you to pull it away. You finally raised your gaze to look at him, but the smile you sent him didn’t reach your eyes.
“Sleep well,” You whispered, before leaning up and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. It was feather light, a simple brush of your lips, but it set Jace’s skin on fire, his cheeks flushing bright red as stared at you as you turned and hurried back down the hallway without looking back.
His hand raised to brush against his cheek where you’d kissed him, a small smile creeping onto him face.
Perhaps there was still a chance for him after all.
Aemond on the other hand, was glaring at the image, his knuckles white from where he was gripping the side of the basin so tightly.
“She will be mine,” He spat. “And his soul will be mine. And Rhaenyra?” He chuckled, the shard of dragonglass glowing a vivid blue. “I’ll have her trapped. She’ll be wriggling like a worm on a hook.”
You felt your mind swimming with conflicting thoughts, on whether you should pursue these feelings for Jace, or whether you should continue your search for your saviour.
You felt exhausted, both from the long day and the lack of sleep for last night, and so decided to get some rest, and hopefully sort out the conflict between your heart and your head tomorrow.
Just like last night, sleep overtook you as soon as your head touched the pillow.
And just like last night, you dreamed of the silver haired man.
It was almost as though he was waiting for you, standing right where you left him, that intense stare of his from the one visible eye making you instinctively shrink back. He was intimidatingly beautiful.
Even when he turned to fully face you, there was still something concealing the other side of his face from. A sort of barrier in your mind.
It only intrigued you more.
You took a step back as he advanced towards you. He almost seemed to glide, as though he were floating in the air. You took another step back, only to be greeted with an invisible wall, trapping you completely.
The man’s lip twisted into a smug smirk, a glint in that amethyst eye of his that only meant trouble, no doubt.
The man was soon enough right in front of you, looking down at you, his eye darkening as a his fingertips left feather light touches across your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone before tracing down to your chest, a hint of cleavage showing. His hand then moved down to your breast, concealed beneath the thin silk of your nightgown. He let out a small hum of content at the gasp that left your lips as he gave it a small pinch, the peak hardening beneath his touch.
You felt yourself shiver beneath his touch, feeling as though you should push the man away and reject his advances, but you found yourself being unable to. You knew it was a dream, that you would wake up at any moment, but it still felt real.
“W-who… w-what are you…? You stuttered out, but the man raised his other hand and pressed his index finger to your lips.
“Hush now, ñuha dārilaros,” He murmured, his head leaning down to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His hand that was on your breast was now creeping along your thigh, beneath the skirt of your rather flimsy nightdress.
Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers grazed lightly over your core, his lips pressing against the base of your throat before tracing up your neck. He pressed another kiss to your jaw this time, before they ultimately reached your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.
“Soon, ñuha dārilaros,” He whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand pulled away from between your legs. “We will see each other very soon.”
You jolted awake with a start, your chest heaving and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. You threw the covers off you, glancing at the small clock hanging above the mantelpiece.
You had only been asleep for half an hour.
And you doubted you would be welcome to any more, not wanting to be greeted with the sight of the silver haired man again. Why he haunted your dreams, you didn’t have a clue. But you were certain it was hardly a coincidence.
Deciding that the nightly sea air may do you some good, you changed from that nightgown into a white cotton shirt and navy trousers, pulling your boots onto your feet.
You lit the lamp beside your bed and carried it out of your room, creeping downstairs and out the back door in the kitchens. You blew out the lamp and left it on the kitchen table, walking down through the small courtyard and sitting on the terrace, your legs crossed beneath you.
You let out a deep sigh, glancing back at the castle. Jace’s curtains were drawn, the lamps blown out. Most would have either taken the opportunity of a longer night’s sleep, and would either be in bed already or preparing to do so.
Except for one other, that is.
Your gaze looked out towards the sea. The waves were a lot more aggressive today, and the tide came in far quicker than usual.
You jumped slightly as you felt a hand rest gently on your shoulder.
”Y/N,” Grimsby sighed. “You seem unlike your usual self.”
“I’m just… lost in thought,” You muttered in response, your gazed fixed on how the moon cast a glow on the ocean’s surface, the light being cast taking on a more indicolite colour.
“Y/N, if I may say, far better than a dream man, is one made of flesh and blood. One that is warm, gentlemanly and friendly. One that is right in front of your eyes…”
Your gaze moved to Jace’s bedroom window for a fleeting moment before then focusing on Grimsby. You glanced back out at the sea, your shoulders heaving in a silent sigh. You reached into your pocket a drew out your flute, raising it to your lips and playing that same small tune that had been replaying in your mind ever since your rescue.
Knowing that he wasn’t going to get a response, Grimsby let out another sigh and left your side, walking back up to the castle.
You continued playing the sweet melody, but soon enough found it growing out of tune, your breaths becoming uneven. You let out a groan of frustration, rising to your feet on the wall and throwing your arm back, launching the flute into the sea out of sheer frustration at your internal conflict.
You let out a defeated sigh, collapsing back down and burying your head on your hands. You had certainly grown fond of Jace, but there had been such a short amount of time. You didn’t want to rush into things. And then there was that mystery man, the one who had saved you. You were certain he was out there somewhere. And your mind still drifted to the man you’d seen in your dreams, the one who you hadn’t heard speak above a murmur. Could he be the man who saved you? Why else would he inhabit your thoughts?
You shook your head, not wanting to plague your thoughts further, deciding instead to return to the castle to go to the library or your study and read until the sun rose. Rising to your feet, you turned to walk back, but something stopped you.
It started out as a whisper in the breeze, but soon grew louder. It was a very familiar voice singing a very familiar tune.
It was the tune that was sung to you the day you were rescued from drowning.
Like in the trance of a siren song, you returned to your place on the terrace, leaning forward to try and find where the song was coming from, a growing mist surrounding the shore making you squint slightly.
And then you saw a silhouette, tall and slender, emerging from the fog, the voice growing louder and louder until you finally got a clear sight of the source of the song.
It was a man clad in black leather trousers and a black leather overcoat with a white shirt underneath, the top few undone buttons exposing the top half of his chest. A pendant hung from his neck, glowing a faint blue in the moonlight, and he had an eyepatch covering his left eye. His silver hair was tied half up, fluttering in the night breeze.
It was the man from your dreams.
All you did was stare as the man walked down the beach, your eyes wide and your heart hammering in your chest.
He came to a stop directly in front of you, and even from a distance you could see how his lilac eye glittered in the moonlight, how the moon’s glow made his hair look even more silver.
”Good evening, princess,” He greeted. His voice was smooth and held a sort of allure to it. Like a siren’s song.
“Good… good evening,” You replied, your mouth void of saliva and your thoughts swimming. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that you’d been seeing this man in your dreams, and the thought of him being your mystery saviour had crossed your mind, but you never imagined he’d be standing here right in front you.
“A lovely evening, is it not?”
“I- the sea is a little choppy tonight.”
“Hm, is suppose you are right,” The man replied. “The waves could destroy the greatest of ships indeed.” He mused, his visible eye glittering. “Speaking of, I hope you have since recovered from that ordeal.”
”Yes… I’m fine…” You murmured, clearing your throat. “What is your name?”
“Aemond Targaryen,” He paused. “Prince Aemond Targaryen. And what is your name?”
He couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his lip. He knew your name already. Of course he knew your name.
“Y/N. Princess Y/N L/N.” You replied, mimicking his tone as you stepped down from the terrace and took a step towards the beach.
“Hm,” Aemond let it a small hum of amusement. “You have a lovely kingdom, my princess.”
“Thank you. What kingdom do you reside over.” You asked, taking another step towards Aemond, him doing the same.
“It is one that is far away. Out there, beyond these waters.” Was his response, extending his hand to help you down the steep slope leading down to the beach. His touch was cold, his larger hand holding yours in a tight grip. He did not possess the same warmth as Jace, despite being just as handsome.
“Well perhaps one day I will see it.” You said, making his smirk widen.
“Perhaps.”
You pulled your hand from his, resting it in your pocket. “Well what brings you to these parts?”
Aemond let out a deep exhale. “To escape from everything, I suppose. I have struggled with the concept of me taking the throne. The current ruler of my kingdom… she has grown rather weak. A new ruler is needed and my elder brother is not fit for it, and so that responsibility has befallen me. ‘Twas I who studied history, philosophy, the skills with a sword, all in preparation for that moment, and yet now the moment has come…” He turned away form you, his lilac gaze focusing on the ocean behind him. If you stood in front of him, you would see the smile on the hidden side of his face.
"I understand," You replied, your voice barely a murmur, smothered by the whipping sea winds. "I feel that way too." You hesitated for a moment. "Why did you rescue me that night? How... how did you find me? We were quite a distance from the shore."
"I have always been a rather strong swimmer," He brushed off your enquiries. "I was merely in the area and I saw the ship in flames so I decided to see if there were any survivors. I reached where the ship was by climbing over the rocks lining the shore and then saw you slip beneath the waves unconscious. I couldn't let you die, that much I was certain of, and so I swam out and dragged you to shore."
"Why didn't you take me to Grimsby and the remainder of the crew on the lifeboats?"
"They were gone by the time I had found you."
You nodded. Did you entirely believe the story? You weren't sure. There was something about this stranger that caused a sense of unease within you. He didn't make you feel comfortable like Jace did, instead he was rather unnerving.
All the same, there was something pulling you towards Aemond, like a sailor entranced by a siren. He was a very handsome man, from a royal upbringing. He seemed intelligent and well spoken. A perfect prince, one would say. But that didn't stop the glint in that lilac eye of his. A darkness, or danger, something that set you on edge.
"Well... thank you for saving me. The song you sang to me... it was quite beautiful. Although, I am not familiar with the dialect I heard."
"An ancient language from my homeland. One that is practically extinct. Only those in the royal family use it. A sort of tradition, I suppose."
"Well it sounded very beautiful," You replied, your gaze travelling to the patch of black leather covering his eye.
"You are curious?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I... I did not mean to stare or offend you-"
"You haven't. I wear it around others, as to not frighten them."
"What happened?" You hesitated as he shot you a small smirk.
"Inquisitive, aren't you?" He murmured, letting out a sigh. "When I was a child, I was attacked by someone in my family. It left me disfigured, unable to see out of my eye. And so I wear this to spare others of my wound."
"If they are truly frightened of it, then they are not worthy of looking upon it. It just shows how shallow and self centred people are, when they could instead be looking upon what really matters."
"And what would that be?" He raised an eyebrow, his head tilted to the side. He found your kindness, and the goodness within your heart both amusing and endearing. You saw such hope in the world where he only saw darkness, a darkness that dwelled and festered in his heart.
You may even see good in him.
A shame that was lost the moment his eye was stolen from him.
"You seem intelligent, an attribute that seems to be rarer and rarer to find these days," You replied. "You are well read, you have manners, you seem polite, observant. All admirable qualities to possess."
"I thank you for your kind words, princess," He nodded at you, bowing his head slightly and his hands resting behind his back.
"No. I should be thanking you. I have been trying to search for whoever saved me that day... so I could thank them. I am glad that I can finally do so. I would have died had you not have been there. So I do thank you, I am forever in gratitude to you. If there is anything I could do for you in return... I would be happy to do it..."
You regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth from the way Aemond's lip curved into a smile, one that sent a shudder down your spine. His eye darkened as you spoke, stepping closer to you. Instinctively, you took a step back, only to feel hard rock preventing you from moving further. Your heart was thumping in your chest, your legs feeling as though they could give out from beneath you as he was soon standing so close you could smell him, the scent of the sea lingering on his skin.
And he had you trapped.
Just like in the dream you'd experienced mere hours ago.
"There is something you could do," He murmured, slender fingers tracing up your arm. "A simple favour, if you will."
"And... and what is that?" You whispered. Was he going to touch you as he had done so in your dream? Take advantage of you?
"A kiss," He replied. "Just a simple kiss from you will suffice perfectly." As he spoke he ran his thumb over your lower lip, his other hand resting on your waist. Although cold and firm, his grip was not painful, but you were sure it could be if you rejected his wish.
"I... very well. If that is what you desire." You agreed, your words only making his eye darken. "But in return, I want to see you without your eyepatch."
Aemond tutted. "I didn't realise we were making such demands... but who am I to deny you, ñuha dārilaros. As you wish."
You nodded, meeting his gaze as he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, consuming your every breath, swallowing your every whimper that slipped through your lips as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, his hands clamped down on your waist, pulling your hips flush against his. Your hands moved to his biceps, gripping the leather, feeling how his muscle tensed beneath your touch.
Aemond pulled away but kept you pressed against him. One hand left your waist to reach up and pull the eyepatch off of him.
Your lips parted slightly as you gazed up at the sapphire glinting in the moonlight. Without realising it, your hand reached up to touch the scar running through his skin above and below his eye, but you faltered, moving to pull it away as you realised what you were doing. Aemond's hand grabbed your own, moving it back to his face, your fingertip tracing over the scar. There was a slight twitch under his eye at the contact, clearly not used to this sort of affectionate attention to his scar.
"I do not see anything frightening." You said, a gentle smile gracing your features.
"You are truly something else, ñuha dārilaros." He murmured, his hold on your waist tightening.
"No. I merely possess kindness that others do not have the privilege of having." You replied, trying to pull away, only for him to keep his hold on you.
"It is late, I should be getting back to the castle to get some rest." You attempted to excuse yourself from your new aquaintance.
"Just a moment," He replied. "I've technically granted you two things. I saved your life, and I showed you my eye. You granted me the courtesy of your kiss, but..." His lip twisted upwards. "You owe me one more thing."
You tried to ignore the pang of dread that struck your heart. "That depends... what did you have in mind?"
Aemond's smirk widened, leaning forward so his lips brushed against your ear, sending a small shudder through you as those two words left his lips.
"Marry me."
Jace awoke the next morning in the brightest of spirits, grabbing his shirt and throwing it over his head as he hurried out of his room and downstairs to greet you for breakfast, momentarily returning to his room to "brush" out a few of the knots in his curls.
Before he had the chance to leave for a second time, Cannibal suddenly came soaring through the open window, letting out a loud squawk as he crash landed on the rather hastily made bed. Scrambling to his feet, he made a series of shrill squawks, frantically waving his wings around and gesturing to a feather on his left wing.
Jace's brows furrowed in visible confusion as the bird continued his erratic gestures, a wing extending to where Jace's left hand hung by his side. He followed Cannibal's gesture to his ring finger, his expression clearing as he understood.
Engagement.
You were announcing an engagement...
...To him?
Had he succeeded?
Jace bolted out of his bedroom door, his heart swelling. He couldn't believe he was going to achieve what he'd always dreamed of- a life in the sun... with you.
The woman that he had found himself falling for ever since he had laid eyes on you.
He heard Grimsby's voice echo down the corridor as he approached the staircase.
"Well, Y/N, it seems I was, er... rather mistaken..."
Jace ducked behind a pillar close to the staircase, not wanting to intrude on the conversation. He peered round and caught sight of you, just about visible from where he was standing. He didn't want to move closer in case he was spotted by you or Grimsby.
"...This mystery man of yours does exist... and he seems very... respectable. Your name, sir?"
That made Jace's blood run cold, but want sent his heart sinking like a wrecked ship was the flash of silver hair as Aemond stepped forward, his voice loud and clear as he told Grimsby his name.
Prince Aemond Targaryen.
"A pleasure. And congratulations to you both." Grimsby politely replied, shaking Aemond's hand. "Now, I'm sure that you will want an announcement to both of your kingdoms in the next few days. And a party of course-"
"We wish to be married as soon as possible," You interrupted Grimsby, your harsh tone making both he and Jace flinch slightly. He had never heard you speak that way to anyone before.
"Oh, yes... of course, Y/N, but, er, but these things do take time, you know..."
"This afternoon," You replied, your voice still retaining that unusual coldness. Jace leaned forward slightly to see better, his jaw clenching slightly as he saw you, clad in a simple dress of sapphire blue, your hair naturally down. In your eyes, there was a slight vacancy, as though you weren't quite in the room. "The wedding ship departs at sunset."
Sunset?
No...
Jace couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. He had you within a fingertips' reach, so close to triumphing over Aemond, but now here his depraved uncle was, wrenching you from him with ease.
"A-as you wish, Y/N..." Grimsby sighed.
Jace couldn't take it anymore, tears welling up in his eyes as he ran back to his room, the door's slam echoing down the corridor. He slid down the door to the floor, bringing his knees up to his chest, letting the tears spill from his eyes.
If only he had stayed a little longer. He may have seen the vice like grip Aemond had on your waist, the way his other hand reached up to touch his dragon glass pendant, which glowed a deep blue beneath his touch, or the way that then made a blue glow cast in your eyes as you rested your head against his chest, the hand that was resting on his pendant moving to hold your hand in his.
But instead he cried, sobs racking through his body.
For himself
For his family.
And for you.
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never make a deal with the devil.
the demoness shoves you down, wasting no time in mounting herself on your cock with a confident smirk on her face. she lowers herself, her insides are tight but that doesn’t stop her from consuming you in seconds. you lean your head back as she bounces on top of you, digging her sharp claws into your sensitive titties. her smirk turning into an evil smile as you wince and moan underneath her. a sharp pain shoots through the bottom of your stomach. you arent sure what it is, but it sends you over the edge regardless. your hips thrust hard into the demon as your climax abrupltly arrives-
…but you don’t cum. you look down to see some sort of sigil branded on your body. the demon laughs, watching you as you realize you can’t cum. she rides you harder, her entire body bouncing on your useless cock, forcing you to the edge once again, you’re so close, just a little more- “please- please-“ you beg. but you don’t cum. the demoness, however, screams in ecstasy as she orgasms to your denial. but the torture doesn’t stop, she rides you for minutes, then hours, giving herself orgasm after orgasm, while you squirm under her, getting more and more pent up. you need to cum.
you can’t take it anymore. you grab her horns and flip her on her back. you’re panting like a dog in heat as you frantically pounding her, hoping that you’ll get to cum if you fuck her silly. she yanks your hair back and leans up to growl in your ear “bad fucking whore.” her tail whips you, “now be a good slut and keep making me cum.” her words are sharp, and her tail is ruthless, turning your ass red as you obey fuck her as hard as you can. she wraps her legs around you, pulling you against her as she cums on your cock, and taking the opportunity to flip you onto your back. you prepare for another round of intense edging, but she has other plans. her body seems to grow in size, making herself a bit bigger than you, and then putting you in a mating press. a demon dick unsheathes itself and wastes no time in getting inside you. she pounds your ass ruthlessly, bringing you to leg-shaking organs after orgasm, or what would be orgasms if you were able to cum. she keeps your knees firmly beside your head, enjoying watching your pre-cum drip onto your face, while she pounds your useless cunt.
you’re fucked completely senseless, unable to even finish once. more hours pass, your brain is broken, all you can do is beg, beg mommy to let you cum, but she won’t. she’s gonna keep you as a pent up pet forever. she’s gonna ride you and fuck you every single night, not letting you cum once. she’s gonna find the fastest way to edge you and abuse that until you’re a useless broken whore that can’t even remember the last time you finished. you’re nothing but a pent up cocksucking slut that’ll never cum again.
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@augusnippets Path of Hurt
Day 25: intimate whumper/sadistic whumper/reluctant whumper
CW: nsfwhump, implied noncon, sexual slavery, intimate whumper, restraints, gags, spanking, disassociation, whumper pov
Word Count: 348
Ivan (he/him)
The Champion (he/him)
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The first time Ivan visits the Champion after the auction, the slave is already tied to the bed posts.
Arms up, knees spread. Just like how Ivan positioned him when they initially met. But now the tiefling's horns were filed down. Capped with dull tips. A preemptive measure.
Can't have a repeat of last time.
“Don't touch me!” the Champion whines and whimpers, as if he's in any place to give orders to those superior.
Ivan drinks in the slave's fear. His helplessness. His beckoning body wrapped in burgundy velvet bands, embroidered lace, and jewels dangling like dripping blood. Delicious. The same adornment Scarlet put him in for auction night, just as Ivan requested for today.
He stuffs his tie into the Champion’s mouth. “None of that now, Little Devil. You're going to be good for me.”
-
The second time Ivan visits the Champion, the tiefling kneels before an elegant loveseat with leather upholstery. Wrists and ankles held down with chains.
“Please…please don't do this,” the slave begs, trembling and flinching away when Ivan takes a seat and unbuttons his pants. His dark gray skin is covered by nothing except chains and scars.
“You should know better by now, Little Devil,” Ivan scolds. “Now open your mouth.”
The Champion does not obey, but it's no trouble. A ring gag holds it open for him. His horns make for convenient handles.
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The fifth time Ivan visits the Champion, he adds more to the slave's growing collection of bite marks on his sensitive tail.
The air fills with a musical of pained moans.
-
The tenth time Ivan visits the Champion, the slave finishes without permission.
As punishment, Ivan paints his backside an angry dark shade of red. To his surprise, the tiefling doesn't scream, he barely even grunts.
The only evidence it's working are the faint gasps and glossy streaks of tears.
-
The twentieth time Ivan visits the Champion, he has to slap the slave multiple times to get his attention.
Vacant red eyes just continue to stare into nothing. Empty.
The tiefling is silent and Ivan doesn't like it.
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