#ohh fuckkkk

[lordsovorn]

Sudden urge to write an esoteric magic manual.

In best medieval european traditions, but on a crunchy-looking website on the endless Web.

[lesbians4armand]

ohhh thinking very hard about what could have been if Armand and Claudia had met with no other circumstances dividing them, just seeing each other with no one else influencing their feelings about one another.

because ultimately in what we got between them, books or show, was disdain, hatred and disregard. Armand did not like Claudia, he never liked her, partially because she was made too young to exist in the first place and he would always want her dead for that because he saw her very existence as a cruelty and her death as mercy, which would still likely be the case if they met in a void of circumstances.

But the circumstances they did meet in are so tragic because they were so blinded by others- particularly by Louis- that they could not see the mirror that existed between them.

Armand also hated Claudia because she was a wall between him and Louis, and always would be. Louis cared more about Claudia than he ever would about Armand and he would never have Louis to himself if Claudia was there, another reason why he wanted to be rid of her. Claudia also deeply disliked Armand for this reason because she knew he wanted Louis to himself and wanted her gone (he was literally telepathically telling her to kill herself). That’s why she tried to save herself by getting Louis to turn Madeleine so that she could get away alive and leave Louis to Armand, though Armand never would have let her go alive for the reasons stated before, never mind her crime of killing Lestat, that was just an excuse to him, he knew Lestat wasn’t dead anyway.

But Oh! The way they’re both characters that could have understood one another like no one else could if it weren’t for all of this, if it weren’t for Louis and Lestat. Sure, Armand saw the existence of a child vampire as young as Claudia an abomination, but he also clearly saw so very much of himself in that, being a child vampire himself in the books, and even in the show where he is an adult when turned, still having gone through what he had as a child and the relationship he had with his own maker.

Armand very much saw this as an affront and almost an insult to him, because Lestat had already met Armand, seen how making a vampire young was a bad idea, and done it anyway. Of course Armand didn’t know that his own maker Marius had also told Lestat not to do such a thing because of how Armand turned out, directly calling him his greatest crime and a mistake, but he certainly would find this out later, making it even worse that he chose to make Claudia and it ended up back on Armand.

But just this dynamic, this similarity of being a child with no control or desire to be what they were and exist for so long in a body too small for them, made for selfish reasons disguised as love. I don’t think Armand could bear to see his own reality in a more extreme form staring back at him through Claudia’s eyes, he had to kill her.

But what could have been. what could have been if they met in a void, had one conversation about how similar they were. Armand saw all the similarities between himself and Claudia, but Claudia never knew. If they had been able to talk once about it without pre established relationships or beliefs clouding them. oh my.

[davidtennantpussytulpa]

also hi again succession as well for the ask game too hi love you

Favorite character: WELL. WE COULD NEVER KNOW. ITS A MYSTERY TRULY

Second favorite character: CONNOR…🤧🤧🤧

Least favorite character: gregs stupid redscare gf. yes girl give us nothing

The character I’m most like: I HAVE BEEN ADVISED BY MY LEGAL COUNSEL THAT I SHOULD NOT ANSWER THIS QUESTION

Favorite pairing: romangerri is sooo. TEEEHEEE 🤭🤭🤭 ITS SO HOTTT

Least favorite pairing: honestly (at least on our side of tumblr) i feel like shipping wasnt the biggest thing other than romangerri and tomgreg so i dont have a strong opinion here. everyone have fun and be silly!!!!!

Favorite moment: if i said roman jerking to gerris phone call would everyone hate me. okay then scratch that id like to say either roman throwing himself into the riot crowd or the entirety of the s3 takeover fail. YUMMYYYYY IT HURTS 😋😋😋

Rating out of 10: 9/10 SORRY EVERYONE DONT HATE ME!!! but i definitely think there were characters dropped that needed more time and some scenes that felt like i was sitting there for years when it drew back from the feel and pace of the episode

[quackitytheduck]

FLASHBACKS. OOH NO. OHHH NONONONONONO. GUAPO. MUY GUAPO. OHHH FUCK OH SHIT

[mekatrio]

Playable Zelda Next Month

[intertexts]

AHAHAHAHAHA WHAT???

[newjenns]

throws up

[torusbitch]

“PUSSY SO GOOD MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY, MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY….” NEVER LOSE ME .

content: suguru geto x fem!reader. unprotected sex, overstimulation n more nsfw mdni!

When it comes to you.. Suguru is whipped. And not just romantically. He’s a hundred percent pussy whipped.

But how couldn’t he be? How couldn’t he be with the way you just take him so good..? The way you squeeze his literal soul out of him? The way you ride him like there’s no tomorrow?

“Ah fuckkkk!!! Fuckkk-mm.. baby this pussy must’ve been made f’me- ohh shittt..”

Hands wrapped around his shoulders. Your hips moved deliberately. Grinding and rolling however you pleased. Your nails dug into his skin, so tightly that they’d definitely leave some marks. Suguru didn’t complain once. He was too busy.. too busy trying to cherish the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him mercilessly as your hips moved up and down.

“Ohmygod-oh.. sugu- too big..” your whined mindlessly. Lips parted and eyes rolling backwards as you ignored the growing ache in your legs. He filled you up so good. So fucking good. His dick was more thick than lengthy. Stretching you out so deliciously and making your thighs hurt.

Suguru felt his cock twitch continuously when your hips moved slowly in a circle. He swore this must be what heaven is. Head thrown back and hair splayed over his face and body, lips parted in a permanent ’o’ shape as he lewdly groaned and moaned.

Your pussy squeezed him so hard he felt like he might pass out. “Fuck baby-mm.. hips sent straight from hell.” He cursed, voice cracking as he tried to hold back his pathetic whines. But he couldn’t.

You buried your face in his neck, face heating up with the squelchy sounds echoing in the room. You moaned loudly, feeling like your brain was going into overdrive—your body too.

Suguru couldn’t help it, couldn’t help how he digged his fingers in your skin. Couldn’t help how his hips thrusted up unexpectedly.. you felt so good- too good. He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

He felt himself losing all his sanity. The way you squeaked in surprise didn’t help at all. “Aah!!- sugur- fuck.. fuck- ohmygoddd-mmm”

And once he started, he didn’t stop.

You were almost sure that this is a dream. The way he rammed up into you with such an intense speed made you shudder. Your whole body twitching as your wetness spread down your thighs. The filthy sound of his hips smacking up into yours clouding your mind.

‘It was logical’ you thought.. logical how you tried to run away. He was going too fast- too harsh- as if on instinct your body closed up. Back arching as your legs closed, squeezing him tightly as you wailed. Arms flailing as you pushed him away.

Suguru laughed loudly, moans occasionally slipping from his lips as he slammed his hips upwards. Gripping you and keeping you in place. “No baby. Don’t do this, don’t try to run from me. Don’t try to.. mm fuckk.. take this pussy away from me. Don’t you dare.” He groaned, eyes darkening at the sight of you.

You weren’t sure how long had passed, weren’t sure when he suddenly had you laying down on your stomach. But what you were sure of.. is that the amount of times you came shouldn’t be possible.

The silky sheets underneath both your bodies was stained excessively. Puddles and sprays of come and liquid coating it.

You couldn’t even moan at this point. Lips dropped in a silent scream as you buried your face in the fluffy mattress. You could hear Suguru talking, blabbing some none sense about wasting his seed.

“Can’t lose a drip baby.. okay? Yeah? Gotta spend it all on- aagh.. on this fucking pussy, ‘kay? Gotta fill you up till your stomach’s swollen, hm..? Till you’re so damn full that- oh god.. that you can’t take anymore.” He whined mindlessly, not even sure of what he was saying.

It’s safe to say he’s pussy drunk. Hands smacking and gripping your ass roughly. Watching in satisfaction as your pussy greedily swallowed him up. You could feel your self crying, silently wheezing as you felt your breath get knocked out of you over and over with each single thrust..

“So tight f’me baby.” He groaned, his hips quivering as he felt him self nearing another high. He placed his hands on your lower back, forcing you to arch even more as his pace got sloppy.

He folded over you, chest sticking to your back. Most of his weight falling down on you as he groaned, hands wandering over your skin. And as he came, his whole body shuddered.

Hips slowly stuttering as his hot come filled you up almost instantly. His eyes fluttered shut as he fell on top of you, his thrusts slowing down as he cursed loudly.

Even after stopping, he never pulled out. Only hugged you closer to him. Placing kisses on the back of your neck.

“Fuck baby think you milked me dry.”

A/N: whewwwwww I need him baad !! Hope u enjoyed:p comments ‘n reblogs are very much appreciated (‘- . -)

[insaneprincess]

☆ megumi f.

busty reader, spanking, hard fingering, cream, cum eating, mean megumi, unprotected sex, praising, degrading ( slut ) choking, pussy slapping, oral (f & m receiving) cursing, mating press, titty fucking, crying,

you were on your knees, naked in front of your boyfriend. your breast stroking his length while you suck the swollen pink tip. precum helping his cock slide easier. “ stop fucking looking at me like that” he cursed seeing how you looked up at him with you big eyes. his tall figure infront of you with his sweat pants down to his ankle and his shirt on the floor near him. you quickly closed your thighs feeling your cunt flutter at his mean words.

your hands started moving your breast up and down focusing on helping your boyfriend cum so he can give your cunt the attention it needed. your tongue glazing on his slit giving kitten licks and kisses when his cock twitched. he moved his cock up and down with the help of the baby oil and his precum. his breathing sped up as you used both your soft breast and your mouth for his release.

looking down at your figure with sweat dripping from his forehead and his hair all damp he came but you continued removing your breast- gripping on his thigh as you deepthroated him. feeling his tip in the back of your throat, releasing his warm cum that you gulped down “goddamn it fuck-”. he pushed your head away causing his cum to squirt on your face. pulling you up wiping your face that was covered in his cum you laughed showing him your pearly whites.

“ you’re such a dirty slut” he smirked before demanding you to lay on the bed with your legs spread. knowing that your small hands can’t hold you huge thighs, he held them for you. he stared at your pussy. it was so wet for the make out and the titty fucking.

you pouted and whimper when you felt his eyes staring deeply hard at you. “ please ‘gumi it hurts-” he hummed before shoving his face between your thighs, shoving a finger in your tight hole. your face was so hot from the lack of coldness in the room and your tears collected tears as he shook his head while pushing his tongue inside you. you squirmed not being able to handle all that pleasure.

“stop squirming” he demanded yanking your hips back to his face. “ y-you’re too deep!! uhm” you cried out when he landed a harshly slap on your clit causing you to shut your legs closed but he immediately opened them back. in a few minutes you were shaking from his fingers and how fast they went in your pussy making your toes curl. your mouth was wide open yet no sound came out. you were so lost in the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

your back arched and you let out a moan when megumi pressed down on your stomach causing your cum to gush out on his face and on the sheets. you tried to push his head away yet his grip on your thighs and the muffled words he let out sent vibrating to your core. when he finally broke free you saw how his face was all damp.

“ oh shit- babe i’m sorry” you hurriedly grabbed a towel to wipe off his face but his pinned you down shoving his tongue in your mouth. he pulled away watching how you chances his lips with a pout. “ spread them open for me princess” he kneeled infront as he tapped his tip on your folds before sliding his inches in.

with your legs thrown on his shoulder and your pussy spread on display for him megumi groan as how you immediately clenched around him. not wasting anymore seconds before slamming into you, heavy balls slapping on your ass that made you sensitive.

“ o-oh fuckkkk! right there right the-shitt” you teared up as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. his low eyes gape at how you painted his cock with your cum making it easier for him. your nails trailed on his abs which he shoved away knowing you wanted to push him away. “ fucking take it and stop running away. thought you-ohh- thought you wanted this”

once his tip slammed multiple times at your cervix you felt droplets of squirt gush over him wetting his dick more than enough to fasten his pace. he groan as you locked your legs around his waist. he screamed out as you clenched around his cock arching your back of the bed, basically locking him in. “ yn- yn wait” you ignore him letting your nails dragging across his back as you violently came. “ fuck im gonna cum- holy shit!” you sigh as you felt him squeeze your breast, kissing your face as his his twitches inside you signaling he was gonna cum.

once he felt relaxed listening to your labored breathing and his pants he leaned down caressing your swollen lips. picking you up from the bed.

[insidejiaqi]

Sex for grades (kind of)

was not particularly the smartest girl in school in university. so i had to do what it takes to graduate

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i studied computer science in university. looking back, probably not the best choice for a dumb bitch like me. chose it cuz my friends chose it too. and the bunch of nerds around me were just not it. creeps everywhere.

in my first sem, there was this particular project based mod and i could not understand anything the prof was saying. whats worse was my coding skills were close to non existent and my group mates were all experienced code monkeys.

i could tell my project mates were slowly getting fed up with me. they would assign me tasks that i would take so long to complete they end up just doing it for me. but i do try okayyyyy.

one night i was determined to contribute something. so i stayed late in school to work on one of the tasks assigned to me. i convinced one of my project mates to stay with me. he was the kind of an awkward looking nerd that wears specs. the only woman he ever talked to was probably his mom.

while i was trying to do my task, i would consistently rant out loud about how hard it is and why i keep getting errors. he heard me and came to sit beside me to explain the problems i had.

i leaned in to point at my laptop screen, acting like i was listening and got my boobs caressing his arm intentionally. i know he felt it as he suddenly looked a little uncomfortable. i could see his bulge starting to form. he carried on explaining the issues with my code but i wasnt even listening.

tbh, the plan was never for me to actually finish it. i just dont want to get complained for not contributing :)

"how about i do this and you do this for me?" i stretched out my arm to grab the big bulge in his pants.

he gave me the blank stare.

"come on, you do what youre good at, and i do what im good at. no one suffers"

"errrr"

i got on my knees under the table and started undoing his pants. it was just us there. i pulled out his dick and to my surprise, it was about 5 inches. for a nerd like him, his dick size was surprising.

"stop looking and keep typing"

he immediately looked up and continued working on my task.

I slowly pulled back his forskin to expose the dickhead and my warm saliva drip down on his sensitive virgin dick. he involuntarily moaned and squirmed as i started stroking, coating his dick with my saliva.

"fuck jiaqi, your hands feel amazing!"

"shhhh. less talking, more typing"

I leaned in to lick the head as i continued stoking. he kept moaning and the typing did not stop. without warning, his hands came under the table and forced my mouth into his dick.

"ohh fuck yesss jiaqii. i always imagined you as a naughty dumb slut. jerking off to your pictures when we were first grouped together. never thought it could be real. and now fucking your mouth feels 1000 times better. fuckkkk"

he held my head down for a good 10 seconds while he exposes dirtiest fantasies to me.

"now get up and let me fuck you over the table" he pulled me up by my hair and bent me over bent me over the table. he lifted my skirt and saw that i was not wearing any panties.

"wow seems like this was you end goal since the beginning huh. wanting that pussy filled quickly so you didnt wear panties?"

"nuuu..." he jabbed his dick into me before i could reply and started thrusting in and out.

"fuck you little dumb slut. its okay. i will do your homework for you if you continue being a good little cock sleeve. now call me daddy"

"yes daddyy... fuckkkkkk ughhh"

the thrusting continued as he added a few loud spanks on my ass as if it was not a public place. he was still an inexperienced nerd and just 2mins later he pulled out and shot his ropes on my ass and sat back down on the chair panting.

"heheh how does it feel to lose your virginity?"

"tiring... how was it for you?"

"heheh here is lesson 2. dont ask a girl that."

he was still trying to catch his breath while i started packing my bag.

"now get that task done for me alright? its due tomorrow", i whispered in his ear before leaving.

"yea sure dont worry about it."

I went home and when i arrived home, i got a text containing all the files required to complete the task.

from then on, he helped me do my work for the rest of the sem and i got an A. heheh

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Appreciate yall for reading my sexual recounts. Writing it gets me turned on as well. If you liked it, do give it a like and reblog!

Follow me on twitter at @jiaqi2602 for short snippets and uncensored content.

Till next time!

[nova2kss]

Bestie/Dominican!connie X blackfem!reader with glasses

Glasses kink, connie nutted all over ya glasses, switch reader and connie..?!, a bit of spit kink if you squint, oral, m receiving , pet names(mami, baby) , sum spanish, not proof read, support black writers 🫶🏼

Connie had his fingers in your mouth in the back seat of his car.

Your bestie just had to rush you out of jeans party when he seen that outfit you were wearing

He was watching you the whole night, he saw the way your hips swayed while you danced upon your friends just wishing it was him.

And who were you to not grant your besties wish?

Especially when you felt him staring at you the whole night. You Sat on top of him while waiting for him to dick you down as he finger fucked your throat, he was getting turned watching and hearing you gag around his fingers.

you felt his bulge throbbing as he thrusted his fingers into your mouth.

your glasses were slightly tilted off of your face when connie slid his fingers out of your mouth and down to your neck squeezing it bringing you in for for a sloppy kiss.

his eyes were half-lidded as he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

"abre la boca" you complied easily opening your mouth for him, his saliva dropped onto you’re tongue making you instantly swallow it as you palmed his boner.

“God I’m gonna fuck you up princesa”

You giggled as you unbuckled his pants ready to try and take him.

Connie was easily a good 7-8 inches so taking him was always a challenge.

One that you were up for nun the less.

You started by placing open mouthed kisses all around his tip, his breath hitched at your teasing.

His pre cum was leaking out as you started kissing down his shaft. You brung your head up licking up his pre cum cause him to whimper out.

“Did you like that pa?” You looked up at him through foggy lenses. “…fuckkk yesss ma”

“Yea?”

He let out a low moan as you spit on his tip before jerking it down his shaft.

Connie was growing agitated at the constant teasing and he simply just couldn’t take it anymore.

He put his hands on the sides of before roughly fucking up into your throat; making you gag.

He continued to fuck your mouth, you met his thrust half way watching his face contort to pure pleasure.

His spews of praise was enough get you wet

“Ss-AHhh…dios mío baby”

“lo e-estás haciendo muy b-bien”

“So g-goooood baby fuck!”

His constant praises, faces , and sounds had you ready to cum for him already.

He thrust came to a halt

“Fuck fuck fuck..” his voice came out Whiney with a small laugh

He lifted your head up watching the trail of spit leave from his base, your glasses were damn near off of your face and the heavy breaths you let out…it was all making Connie much more feral.

“Can you still take it Con? Is it to much for you? You asked in a sultry voice.

He laughed a little, slightly out of breath

“Mmp-h I can take it ma”

He dug his hands into the seat beside him as you lowered your mouth to his shaft again.

“Puedo hazme venir por ti”

You gripped the base of his shaft while licking up to the tip before circling around it with you’re tongue

“Ohh fuck mami”

His hands gripping the seat, his eyes looking down at you, and his face is fucked out.

You started to kiss and suckle his reddened tip watching him shiver

watching him come undone was a sight for sore eyes.

His hips were thrusting uncontrollably as he desperately wanted to cum all over you.

“I’m gonna c-cum… fuckkk mami I’m gonna cummm” it was more of a warning, he was twitching from the constant pleasure coming from his sensitive crotch

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Can you please come for me?”

Your voice was all he needed to hear.

His eyes now resided in the back of his head with his mouth wide open

His leg was constantly jerking form the stimulation and his hands couldn’t find a final destination as you stroked him waiting for his nut.

“Oh my god ma…fuck imcummingimcummingimcunming……FUCKKKK”

He shouted as he let out thick white ropes across your face, mouth, and glasses.

“Oh my god…s-shitttt”

He looked at you while you were licking your lips laughing

“Did it feel good baby?”

You couldn’t even see his fucked out face from your glasses being covered in his essence.

You took them off licking his cum right off them while maintaining eye contact with him

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to his deep breaths, agape mouth, and his dick that re-hardened had said enough.

He laughed looking around clearly thinking about something

“Get up here you slut”

a/n It’s mid ik shut up😒 I had something better written but TUMBLR DELETED IT so I gave tf up anyways my man🫶🏼🙃

🏷: @ykimobessed @timelesssbeautyy @dollypipp @viisgrave

[99k4manii]

(NOT PROOF READ)

Ony x black!f!reader

Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out

Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh

You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!

Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.

after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.

“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting

Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again

It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony

“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”

After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.

Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

imagine putting fingers in v1 crevices and some of them touch and feel the flesh inside nad scrath adn tear at it a little bit and then some gets caught up in the machinery and gets turned into paste and absorbed into it. imagine v1 trying to hold your hand but the sharp ede. the sharp edges pinch your sking and cut you a little bit,. and then it absobrs it and need moer and it slowly starts cutting into you more and more with its chainsaw ans using knuckleblaster as a precision tool. and it starts spreadng gore across its bofy and clickgin and whirring mechanically an breaking some of your ribs. and then it opens up its insides and places soe of your insides theer. mb even your heart haha. oh waow it's kind oo hot in here isnt it....... imagine it using not whiplash but its own wires to strangle you. burning your eyes with its own optic and divinity. imagine praying to the scrourge of hell while it rips into you as an offering. woulg that be sexy or what <3

whahhthr rrhe fuckkkk ohh my god. i hate you i need this so bad

[just-some-random-blogger]

Accidental Targ

Scene I: you guys into roleplay or what? | Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Modern!Reader

Summary: There was a party at the old castle ruins which raised the talk of an old urban legend. As the lore goes, upon the strike of midnight, for one whole minute, the arch, which used to be the entrance to the castle gates, would be a portal back to the height of the Targaryen dynasty. Of course, that complete and utter rubbish.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel au, descriptions of reader's hair, incestuous gremlin!daemon, crackfic, typos. etc.

A/N: The lore of this is actually based off an urban legend from the high school i went to, which is like 400+ years old, thus the ruins and portal back in time HAHAHAH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @fan-goddess @daemons-kelitsos

The truth is, maybe I was a little too drunk to remember exactly what happened between the grinding in front of the DJ booth and game of dare or die, but I do know for a fact that I was incredibly lost. I recognized none of the landmarks that I stored in my head, and by the looks of it, I had wandered so far from the party I was now at the renaissance fair in town. Fucking Libby.

I pull out my phone from my tiny, glittery clutch bag and sling its gold chain around my shoulder. I go through my contacts and begin to ring Libby, heaving as I walked through the square.

The sound of the bustling people filled my ears. The night market was very much alive; it both gave me comfort and great anxiousness.

A bunch of people holler at me, calling me princess and my lady. I ignore them and continue in silence.

There was suddenly a wet squelching sound that snapped me out of my focus. I freeze in my spot, "fuck." I let out a groan and pull up the flare of my pants, "ohh fuckkkk."

These hot pink gogo boots were brand new! And now they were hot mess gogos, caked in fucking mud.

I tug up my shimmery and equally pink bell bottoms, doing my best to evade the rest of the mud in the area. I tread carefully, not wanting to further ruin my clothes or slip and fall on my ass.

I blow my hair out of my face. They really just had to add mud for the authenticity, huh? I comb through my silver hair after I get through the brown sludge.

Where the fuck is Libby?

I feel another wave of anxiousness creep up on me as I grow acutely aware of the people staring. I stand by the side of the street and stare at my phone. I release a breath and feel an ominous atmosphere thicken around me. I look around, catching a bunch of eyes staring back at me, and shift uncomfortably. I furrow my brows and clutch my purse and phone tightly, deciding I did not feel safe in this area. I begin to walk again.

I curse my phone when I see the no signal notification and cautiously put it back in my rhinestone bag. I adjust my leather jacket and wrap my arms around myself.

"Fucking hell, Libby," I mutter to myself as I muster courage to make it though the crowd so I can eventually get out of it.

I brush my locks back and wipe the sweat building at my nape.

I reach a less congested place and stand by a pillar next to a building. I observe the people in their old timey clothes and costumes, not a single other person dressed in modern clothing. I figure it was cause it was pretty late and they must be closing up their booths any time now.

I tug the collar of my silver halter top and turn to the side. Immediately, I spot a butch man, clad in armor and a cloak. I stare at him for a moment and think, wow, that's a really good costume. I find myself deciding he was pretty good looking too. I instantly look away when he catches me starting.

I clear my throat, wrapping my arms around myself. My jacket tightens around my arms. I clutch my bag in my chest again.

Wait, if he's dressed like that, does that mean he's, like, a guard or something? Maybe I can ask for his help to look for Libby.

I clear my throat and steal a look again, and to my horror, the man is making his way towards me.

In my panic, I shift and face the opposite direction. My flight response kicks in, but before I could bolt, he comes to my side and speaks.

"Speak your name and business, stranger."

I pull my head back and look to the man. He stares at me as brush my bangs away from my face. Why's he coming off so strong, "what?"

The man looks at me through his stupid helmet and furrows his brows, "speak your name and business," says he, rather threateningly.

Hold on. Is he for real? If this was supposed to be part of his weird-ass dialogue for his roleplay thing-- or, heaven forbid, a pickup line, dear gods, it was not about to work on me.

My initial response was to be extremely hostile, but after taking a deep breath I decide against it. I hit him with an uno reverse as raise a brow, "what's your name and business, soldier?"

His dark brow quirks at that. He says nothing for a moment.

His over-the-top golden cloak flows back, as does my platinum hair when a gush of wind blows. I make a face when I catch a whiff of something rank. I rub my nose and push my curls back behind my ear. I re-pin one of my golden clips to keep my tresses in place.

The solider shifts in his spot. "I am not a solider--" ok, not a soldier, "I am an officer of the city watch," he shakes his head, "Ser Harwin Strong," he raises his nose, "and my business is your business."

I pull my head back. My jaw slacks.

I clear my throat.

Why he kinda-

I sniffle, very much not at all expecting that response. Well, I guess maybe his pickup line kinda works... And well, I mean, he kinda cute so-

I tell him my name and then tell him I lost my friend after a round of dare or die and now I'm looking for her.

"Dare or die," he repeats rather seriously.

I shrug and shake my head, "it's just a stupid game."

He hums, "and your friend, she is as... strangely dressed as you?"

I raise a brow again, tightening my crossed arms, "says the man in armor and a gold cape."

Harwin makes a face.

I chuckle softly. Not expecting that, were ya?

I huff. Ok, my bad. I know these renaissance people really get into it, and, yeah, I mean, he was right. I was in a glittery silver halter top, hot pink bellbottoms and gogo boots with a leather jacket and a bedazzled clutch. I was an LSD trip. He had his schtick and I had mine.

"Yeah, no, eh," I look around, "she's in black skinny jeans and a fuchsia, like, off-shoulder situation. It's pretty hard to miss her, which is why I have no idea why I can't find her anywhere."

"Off shoulder?"

I turn to him as he mutters this.

I give him a look then motion, "yeah... like, it's cropped here," I move my hand by my shoulders, "and it has ruffles and-- OH! Also she has blue hair!" I raise a finger, "it's really, really hard to miss her."

Harwin looks at me like I just told him my friend was secretly Hannah Montana.

I am about to respond when suddenly we snap to the side as someone calls out, "Lord Strong." A man in a grey cloak nods at Harwin and turns to me, "you're looking for someone, yes?"

I blink at the man with a hood, trying to get a better look of his shadowy face. Immediate no.

I slowly nod though after he stares too long. I don't like the fact I can't make out his face.

Hood man tilts his head and walks off.

I stand still in my spot as he makes his way down an alley.

What the fuck was that? Tsch. Am I a dog? Did he honestly think I'd suddenly follow him just cause he tilted his head to the side?

I turn to Harwin and with a sour look. He looks back at me and tilts his head to the side. Not him too!

I huff in disbelief, "you want me to follow him?"

Harwin makes a face, "it would be wise if you do."

"Why?! What, is he-- does he work here?"

"In the marketplace," he looks around and shakes his head, "no."

I think for a second. I huff, "is he one of those people that do the lost and found things. Can he help-"

"OI!" a voice cuts me off. We turn to the side again and hood man is back. He quips, "do you want to find your friend or not?!"

Well why didn't he just say so?

I nod and shrug simultaneously, finding myself following after him this time around. The things I do for love. I mean, it's a renaissance fair! They... they're just a bunch of weird nerd guys that have never felt the touch of a woman.

I gulp. Okay, maybe not the soundest explanation as to why I think I won't get kidnapped.

For someone who wants to be followed, he sure moved like he wanted to lose me. I jog up behind him and grab his arm, "slow down! I've been on my feet for hours."

He slows then stops. He looks at the arm I was clutching.

I release a sigh, "do you have a name, manager?"

He turns from his arm to me with a scowl, "what?"

He pulls away just as I release him. I clarify, "do you work at, like, HR?"

He stares at me for a moment. I stare back, vaguely seeing his face from the shadow of his hood. He somehow looks familiar, like... like a less hot version of Matt Smith. He turns front and walks off again, "and what would HR be?"

I huff and follow after him. The whole in-character thing was really getting on my nerves. I rack my brain for what HR's equivalent would be in this day and age. I shake my head, "I don't know... public servitude? Public Relations? Okay, no, that's PR-"

Hood man eyes me, "PR..."

I slow my pace as I think. He rolls his eyes and grabs me by the wrist, dragging me as he takes us off to wherever it was we were headed.

"Good government?" I said questioningly.

He snorts, "good governance, you say?"

I look up at him and find a small smirk on his lips, "well, actually, I said-"

He mutters, "I am certainly not one of those."

"... okay... ... Mr. Edgelord."

He shoots me a look but does not respond.

He takes me to a dark backstreet and for some reason, I didn't think it strange up until we entered. The place, I kid you not, was a brothel. From the moment we stepped in, there were people making out and getting way further than second base in front of my very pure, unwilling eyes.

This was it, wasn't it? Would it be in bad taste to say at least I died in a cute outfit? No, wait, you're right. It would be in great taste. Purr.

Immediately, my hand goes to my eyes and I choke out a squeak, "oh dear fuck, is this legal?!"

Hood man turns to me and stops for a moment. He drags me again, "are pleasures illegal where you're from?"

I peak through my fingers, finding that we were headed for a flight of stairs. "For fucks sake, this is the dangerous type of pleasures, sir," I struggle as I try to keep my eyes closed and opened all at once.

"How dull," he looks over to me once as we go up the stairs, "danger is a form of respite."

I make a face, "yeah well-" I gasp when I nearly miss a step. Hood man yanks me up so that I don't fall. I sheepishly look up at him and was about to thank him, up until I see a bunch of dudes going at it on the second floor. I cringe, continuing my train of thought, "--tell that to STDs."

"STD..." he mutters under his breath.

Hood man takes us to a room that is empty, save for a woman with long dark hair. She looks at us as we enter, then turns to our joined hands. Upon catching this, I pull my hand away.

Hood man turns to me then to her, "show her the girl."

The dark haired woman side steps and immediately I gasp, "Libby!"

I run up to the low bed she was laid upon. I brush her damp bangs back and she immediately groans.

"Your friend was drunk and nearly attacked by some men," the woman explained, "they backed off when I told them she was one of mine."

"Homaygosh," I look over my shoulder and pant, "I- thank you for helping her."

Her expression softens a fraction. She mentally notes the reaction.

I look back to Libby and adjust her pink top. "She's a ditzy drunk," I sigh, brushing her damn awful blue hair, "which was why I followed after her. I didn't expect her to come this far."

"Far you say. Where are you from?" the man asks.

"We came from the party in the old castle ruins."

"Party?" she says just as he says, "ruins?"

I turn to them and stand, "yeah, the old castle up the cliff," I point to nowhere. I look between them and huff when they look at me wordlessly.

The woman turns to hood man. They speak to each other telepathically it seems.

I release a breath, "okay. I get it. You guys are into roleplay. It was a-- celebration dance... event."

They turn back to me.

"Thank you again for helping her," I turn to Libby, back to the woman, "what were your names?"

I offer a smile to hood man as I introduce myself.

He does not offer me the same courtesy.

Hmp.

The woman places her hands in front of her, "I am Mysaria," she says and I smile at her. She smiles back then turns to him. We both look at him for a hot second.

Hood man does not respond.

"Okay then..." I shift awkwardly in my spot, "well, thank you, Mysaria and... sir...."

"What house do you belong to?" he utters.

"What," I pull my head back, "house?"

He does not clarify but looks at me expectantly.

I make a face and think for a moment. What does he mean? I am hit by a sudden realization. But surely he doesn't mean this? "Uhm... ... ... Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor?" his face contorts in thought.

I nod slowly, "that is what you mean, right?"

Mysaria crosses her arms, "where does house Gryffindor hail?"

What?

My eyes pinch in confusion. I raise a finger, "like... which part of Hogwarts do they stay?" What the- "I don't know! This is entirely too nerdy for me to understand. Also, I was never really a potterhead."

"Potter head?" hood guy asks.

I roll my eyes and sigh, "okay," I wave my hands, "since we've already broken the forth wall and you've broken characters-"

"Characters-" he mutters.

"-can I borrow a phone? Mine says no service," I lean towards Libby and begin to shake her awake, "or if any of you are heading back to the city, can we just hitch a ride?"

Libby groans as I shake her.

I hiss, "girl, get your ass up."

The man scoffs then chuckles. He walks over to me, "girl, I think you are sorely mistaken."

I straighten up and involuntarily squeak when I find him right next to me. He is so close that I finally see the color of his eyes, even though the room was quite dim.

"OCA4," I blabber.

He knits his blonde brows, "what?"

I step back, cursing myself for remembering that stupid fact from grade 6 biology, "you- you have violet eyes," I gulp, "it's a recessive trait."

The man blankly stares at me for a second.

Great. I've really done it now.

He narrows his eyes then looks me once over. "Issi ao doru-borto?" he mutters. Are you stupid?

"Hey!" I raise a brow, "I am not."

His expression slips. He is evidently shocked, "you know High Valyrian?"

Mysaria's eyes widen.

I place a hand on my hip, "I'll have you know, I took High Valyrian as an elective, but everyone knows what doru-borto is."

I turn back to shake Libby again, but instead, I am snagged by the arm. Hood man yanks me towards him and mutters, "gūrogon nyke naejot se pryjata."

I twitch as alarms go off in my head. Instead of shaking him off though, my mind buffers at the barely recognizable words. I try to make sense of it and slowly translate, "take me... ?"

He tilts his head and completes it, "take me to the ruins."

I pull my head and arm back. He does not release me. I clench my jaw at this. I huff, "you can't miss it. Just go up th-"

"I want you to take me there."

I begin to get increasingly agitated, defensive, and tired, "look, sir," I place my hand on his iron grip and push him off me, "I really appreciate your help, but we should get goi-"

"You will not go anywhere with your companion unless you take me to the ruins which you speak."

I freeze at his words. I stare at him, taking in his stoic expression. His look was as serious as explosive diarrhea. I feel my entire body flush with dread. I look to Mysaria for help, but it was instantly clear by her expression that if there were sides, she was on his.

I shudder and pull the hand I had atop his, finding no point in trying to free myself from his clutch, "so what?"

His brows furrow. A challenge?

"I take you there," I word carefully, "and then I come back, and you let us go?"

He takes in my expression. He scans my hair as it slips from my shoulder. He looks at the golden pins by the top of my head then releases me. I rub my arm as he brings his hands in front of him. He shifts on his leg.

I clench my jaw, "well?"

"So be it," he retorts.

"So be it?" I scoff, "swear it."

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. His lips curve slightly, "what?"

"I need to hear you say you will not harm her," I add, turning to Mysaria as I say this, "please."

Mysaria's face softens though she knits her brows. Hood man laughs and it makes me glare at him. Mysaria looks to the man as he says, "I swear."

"On your life," I quip mindlessly with an air of fake confidence though my heart was pounding. I was well aware that if he intended to do us ill, no amount of words would save us. Still, it was good to hear it.

In all honesty, I am surprised when he retorts with, "on my life and my honor."

I find myself shaking my head, "okay then."

"OK..." he repeats slowly.

I do as he says, since I don't really have much of a choice.

I lead the man, or rather he leads me out of the grimy establishment (my poor eyes), and then I lead him up to the ruins.

The walk is silent, as I am no longer keen on fostering any type of relationship with him.

He stays a few paces behind me but I can very much feel his lingering presence.

As I do my best to retrace my steps, I slower each passing 'landmark', or lack thereof. We pass a church that was way smaller in my memory, and the large oak tree I was looking for was nonexistent.

Eventually, I come to terms with the fact I was lost and just try my best not to show it as I navigate the landscape through instinct.

When I was about to fess up, I glanced upon a building I knew for sure had scaffolding when I passed it earlier today. See, aint no way they finished the renovations that quickly.

I pick up the pace, following the directions I remember taking and my breath hitches. My jaw drops and my eyes widen at the sight of the full blown fortress before me. What the fuck.

I let out a breath to calm myself but I can no longer mask my panic.

"Who are you really?" hood man mutters.

I snap to my side and clutch my chest as the man steps closer. He pulls me toward him by ripping at my dangling purse. I helplessly topple forward.

"Are you a dreamer?" he reaches out to my face and brushes my silver hair back, "emagon ao rēbās rȳ jēda?" Have you walked through time?

I pull away from him and swat his hand off, "don't touch me!"

He recoils as I glare at him and catch my breath. He pushes his hood down, revealing his face and long, alabaster hair tucked behind his cloak, "and why wouldn't I? Blood of my blood."

What? I pull my head back and wrap my arms around me as I step away. This man is insane.

"Ēza iā nādrēsy hen ñuha lentor issare āzma isse Gryffindor?" Has a bastard of my house been born in Gryffindor.

My body flinches when bells begin to toll.

He takes my panic to his advantage. He grabs me by my arms and forces me close. My boots skid as I come to an abrupt halt. My hands dart to his chest, "I-I don't know what you're saying."

He presses closer to me, uncaring of how my palms repel against him. The bells ringing put me further on edge.

"Where were you born, little dove?" he mumbles softly but I find malice in it.

I feel my eyes begin to water as my breath strains. I don't know why he asks me this, and I don't know why I answer, "K-King's Landing."

He lets out a deep chuckle and nods, "how many years after the Conquest?"

"What?" I shake my head, "why do I have to-"

"Kesrio syt aōha dārilaros epagon." Because your prince asks.

"Dārilaros?" I mutter lowly.

The bells stop ringing. Suddenly, I remember that stupid urban legend about the castle arch. Wait. I look at the man's face and risk looking over to my shoulder. As I turn my head, I see the locked gate with the same motif of the arch I went through as I chased after Libby when she was dared to go through the stupid thing.

I chuckle manically. No. NO. That's fucking insane. Realistically speaking, portals that open at midnight are not real! It's stupid! Nonsensical!

And also, yeah, if people say the ruins has an arch that'll take you back two thousand years, maybe don't go through it. I mean I didn't! I- I was following Libby! I-

He hums and nods, "kessa, dōna run, iksan aōha dārilaros," he brushes my hair back. Yes, sweet thing, I am your prince.

My eyes widen. Is he being for real? Be so fucking for real right now.

I open my mouth but I do not respond. Suddenly, it's like I'm back in high school, giggling with my seatmate over the pictures of the Rogue Prince. What the fuck.

He takes in my expression and smirks.

"D-Daemon?"

He howls in laughter, "very good-"

"What the fuck?!"

"-you know me even where you're from," he smirks.

"You're a really good cosplayer!" I wrangle out of his grip, "and this- this is a really elaborate set!"

Daemon the cosplayer lets me break away and I wipe my face as I snap some sense to myself, "I must be dreaming-"

"Mmm, a flattering thought," he laughs

"-I'm fucking roofied!"

"But, I assure you, I am very real."

I shudder as I pant and pace around. This can't be real. I look up to the wall. But this fucking castle is so fucking real. I grunt and walk over to it. I hiss and pull my hand back when I touch the stone; it was as if it burned me.

No. No. No! This is a renaissance fair! A- a medieval cosplay event! A fucking- a fucking-

"Gīda ilagon," he mutters, grabbing arm.

I turn to him as I brush my hair back in frustration. I whimper, "what?"

"Calm down," he strokes my arm, looking at the clip that slipped off my head, "I will not harm you."

I raise my brows at his words.

"After all," he grabs my clip and readjusts it in my hair, "what kind of forbearer would I be if I harmed my sweet little girl?"

I hang like a pirated CD, "I beg your pardon?"

He chuckles, stroking my cheek.

I feel an immense heat crawl up my face in realization, "y-you think--" I'm a Targaryen?!

Aint no fucking way.

I laugh nervously, "right."

That's why he's been helping me?!

"I must say, I am happy to know the princess lives in excess," he brings his hands to the collar of jacket and pushes it away. He takes in the glitter of my halter top and smiles when finds the skin of my shoulders, "very good."

I shriek and shove him off.

He chuckles as he recoils, raising his hands in surrender.

I wrap my arms around myself as he takes in the rest of my outfit. Oh my gosh, man doesn't know about plastic.

When his eyes dart back to my face, I realize he must think my golden clips were actual gold. I mean, thank you?

"I took you to the place," I quickly sputter, "I'm going back and leaving with Libby now."

He gives a lopsided grin, "I see no ruins before me, princess."

I shiver. I'm in danger.

Suddenly, I think about how Daemon was said to be misunderstood, that most of the things he did, historically, were out of love. He wasn't actually a bad person-

"You said you weren't going to hurt me," I mutter.

"No," he chuckles, "what I want to do to you doesn't have to hurt."

My eyes widen. I raise my hands, "Prince Daemon, please-"

"All in good time," he smirks and undoes the ties of his cloak by his collar.

My heart races, "no- please-"

"Shhh," he shakes his head and throws his cloak over my shoulders, "on my life and my honor," he ties the string around my neck, "no one shall touch a hair on your head," he smirks, "none but I."

[alpinezro]

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[strangesthirdeye]

Y/n: well, well, well.. Isn't this the famous Doctor Strange *cross arms, stands in front of him*

Stephen: *rolls his eyes* go away, Y/n

Y/n: mhmm... Ohh feisty.. *walks closer to him* only two can play this game. *grabs his tunic collar*

The Game:

Y/n: I win!

Stephen: dammit, again!

Y/n: not satisfied?

Stephen: shut up

Y/n: Alright, if you've lost, don't ask for another round, ok?

Stephen: just get over it!

Y/n: rock paper scissors *scissors*

Stephen:* paper* fuckkkk!