#so i tried it and got the sadist prince

[courtesanofdeath]

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[ily-sunghoon]

The Omen of Sterling | ENHYPEN

Pairing : vampire!enhypen x fem!oc

Genre : vampire, kingdom, reverse harem <3, fluff, angst, smut on some chapters

Summary : The name Sterling hits like thunder for the royal bloodlines. Sterling is the most dangerous vampire family throughout the ages. After they left Krashoviel due to their sweet human daughter, twenty-one years later the same daughter came back for help... or the omen that Cairneyes warned the others about.

WARNINGS : mdni, heavy content, deep world building (i went kinda crazy), blood, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic behavior, curses, religious theme mentioned sometimes, obsessive, (more to add later). DO NOT PROCEED if uncomfortable

Disclaimer : THIS IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE BEHAVIORS OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NOT RELATED TO ENHYPEN REAL MEMBERS AT ALL!

Note : hi, guys. i finally contribute to the enhablr community by publishing this old draft that i wrote years ago. it was inspired by one of my loooong dream that i had on christmas eve night back then in 2020. i decided to stick on the original names that i have for them. all the fem characters doesn't have any face claims, i leave them to your imaginations. some random male idols might appear in the future as relatives/enemy/friends. without further do, meet the characters and i hope you guys enjoy!

CHAPTERS — PROLOGUE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV

Introduction to our vampires:

Jestel Sinflame

/jé-ssel/ 299 years old — The rightful crown prince of Krashoviel. Choosing peace over war right now (living under the same roof as his brother-like best friends rather than in the sucking dry and toxic castle). A little bit classist like his family, Sinflame, except towards Ricardo, who he saw the potential of that kid himself. His parents died during the Red War and now he’s trying his hardest to contact his brother, Holstein, who also got lost in the war.

Sarco Phelanflame

/sár-ko/ 288 years old — Phelanflame has always been the first row at wars. They’re the leader of the soldiers. Very strong since birth with a little sadistic tendency. Their personality is cold, much colder than the other vampires around Krashoviel. If not cold, they’re always a little bit of an oddball. All the elders in his family were deceased during the last war. Now, Phelanflame only has three members, including Sarco and his two other cousins.

Ricardo Nikolai

/ree-kár-do/ 20 years old — Came from an orphanage, Ricardo is a third-class vampire in Krashoviel. He got lucky because Jestel and Sarco saw his potential while visiting his orphanage, they took him home and gave him all the facilities he needed. Ricardo likes to play fight with almost everybody, but his favorite activity to do is disturbing Jusarlie’s peace.

Jasper

/jæs-per/ approximately 23 years old — A new vamp who was found in the woods during their monthly patrolling. No one knows about his background, he lost his memory, so they named him Jasper.

Saine Cairneye

/sāin/ 201 years old — Grandson of the current Queen on the throne. His mother died during the war. The Cairneye bloodline is in charge of magick, witchcraft, astrology, omen, and so on. Their current job is reading people intentions and possible-futures with their crazy personality tests. They are blessed with good physical appearance, and all of them look like elves. They have a silly little hobby, which is accidentally having a vision that scares the royal family a.k.a Sinflame!

Jusarlie Grieffang

/jou-sār-lee/ 297 years old — Grieffang, the fang of Krashoviel. They are the greatest strategists and professors, Grieffang is one of the keys of Krashoviel’s endless winning of wars. They’re still relatives with Sinflame. Jusarlie is Jestel’s distant nephew, though their age gap is not far. Rival kingdoms tried to kidnap and use Grieffangs against Krashoviel during their wars, but it was no use, Grieffangs are loyal and far smarter than them. Plenty of them are still alive after the wars along with Sinflames.

Hiael Von Ruden

/heeæl/ 314 years old — His original nation is Slevado, Hiael was a crown prince. He turned his back after the Red War, and it creates a huge controversy. He is now working under Jestel’s command and is currently busy training Jasper. He’s reserved, calm, to the point where it becomes scary rather than comforting for his surroundings. No one knows what is on his mind, but for Jestel, as long as he has made a blood pact then he’s good.

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[yanderes-galore]

Could you do prompts by starbabytae 14, 19, and 21 for Aemond Targaryen?

Aemond has gone FERAL in Season 2... so I'm ready. S2 E4 has definitely given me ideas. End is a bit awkward as I was unsure how exactly to fit it with the prompts.

‼️POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR HOTD SEASON 2 - ALTERNATE TAKE ON THE EVENTS OF S2 E4‼️

Prompts Here

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen Prompts 14, 19, 21

“I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.”

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Swearing, Stalking, Mature themes, Typical ASOIAF themes, Potential Targcest (You replace Helaena), Manipulation, Sadism, Threats, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, Murder, Blood mention, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Aemond had gotten used to the fact he'd be overlooked. He wasn't king due to being born after his brother Aegon. He tried to settle with simply being a warrior for his king on top of Vhagar.

But he still hated it all the same.

Aegon, the whiny brat of a king and brother, always got what he wanted because he was older. As king he had all the say. Meanwhile Aemond was left envious and irritated at how incompetent his brother was as king.

Aemond studied like the good prince he is, he's even better in battle. He's a better tactician and doesn't sleep around like his whore of a brother. He doesn't understand. Why must Aegon be king simply because he's older.

What makes it worse? Aegon also got his first and only love.

You were betrothed and married to Aegon. Aemond had loved you since you both were kids, yet the younger prince was forced to watch as you married his brother. Not only that... but he had to witness the babes you bore for him.

The thought still makes Aemond seethe. He's tired of allowing Aegon, an entitled brat, get what he's always wanted. Aemond always thought he'd make the better king... he's always followed his duties...

He wishes you and him were betrothed instead of Aegon.

While you may not belong to him, Aemond still yearns for you. For years he's loved you. Even when you were married to Aegon he still fantasizes about how it would feel to have you as his.

Aemond always watched you from afar, swearing himself as your protector. On top of Vhagar he felt he was the one making decisions for this war. He's the one making plans while Aegon flirts with other women.

Aemond can tell you aren't happy with Aegon... Aemond could treat you so much better.

Aemond wasn't expecting the opportunity to act on his desires ever. At first he was just going to take Criston Cole to take down Rook's Rest along with Rhaenys and Meleys. Vhagar has been so eager for a fight.

Then he saw Aegon swoop in on Sunfyre... making him pause.

He should be ashamed... but the plan was too perfect.

It was too easy to swoop in on Vhagar when Sunfyre and Meleys were busy. Aemond just had to say one word and the whole situation would look like a freak accident. The thought of finally taking what he deserved makes him grin.

"Dracarys!"

The command is short, simple, but executed with a plume of fire from Vhagar as both smaller dragons are struck down.

Aemond took sadistic delight in taking out both riders. The fire from Vhagar was enough to make Aegon and Sunfyre crash down. However, it took some stealth tactics to bite the neck of Meleys to make the red queen fall with her rider.

By the end of the fighting, Aemond found himself standing in front of his burned brother on the ground. His brother barely moved, yet his breathing was faint. Aemond barely hesitated when he picked up his brother's dagger and hovered it over his burned brother's chest.

"I will be the one to make her happy, brother." Aemond whispers, not caring if Aegon even heard or not. "I will be king, I will win this war, and I'll do it much better than you did."

It's then Aemond does the finishing blow, tucking the dagger away before leaving. The sight of the blood trickling from his brother's chest indifferent to him. Criston Cole enters the foliage to see Aemond and the corpse of the king. The knight goes to say something, yet Aemond's remaining eye glares at him.

"It was a freak accident, that's all it was." Aemond hums, walking past the knight. "Say otherwise and I'll have you gutted by my sword."

The loss of Aegon was a much bigger loss to The Greens. In comparison, The Blacks only really lost one dragon and dragonrider. The Greens...? They lost their king.

Which leads to them placing Aemond in power in an attempt to regain control.

The death of your husband makes you... conflicted. You didn't really love him... yet you feared the vulnerability that came from having the king slain. You believed it was genuinely an accident caused by Aegon's rash decision to prove himself.

Completely unaware of the culprit hovering around you, coddling you and cheering you up like he didn't kill his brother.

With the death of Aegon, Aemond began courting you. You're a widow queen... and he's the new king. Naturally... you two end up being betrothed to keep up support for The Greens. The marriage is then scheduled to happen within the week.

Such an announcement brings rumors from both sides and supporters. The whole thing seems too convenient. Soon there were rumors of Aemond being a kinslayer, killing his brother just to take his wife.

Aemond could care less for such problematic rabble.

All he really cared about was making you his, let them gossip.

Aemond couldn't help the playful chuckle that poured out of his lips when he saw you pacing about your chambers. You looked so vulnerable without Aegon around anymore. Now you are his queen... one who should listen to him and love only him unconditionally.

Aegon never deserved you, at least Aemond promises to only pay attention to you.

"Here you are, love." Aemond greets, cupping your cheek. "Gods how I love you... I've always loved you...

Aemond leans closer to brush his lips over yours, you leaning into his touch obediently.

"I'm so happy to call you mine... It makes everything I've done worth it...." Aemond hums, kissing your lips. He craves your taste, your touch, always has since you young.

Now you're finally his to claim....

"I always hated the fact Aegon got to have you..." Aemond whispers, pressing your face closer to his own in between kisses. "I always wanted it to be me... always should have been me... but now you're mine...."

Your feelings for Aemond are... complicated. You loved him more than Aegon yet couldn't help but distrust him. It felt too... planned.

Yet you were scared to push.

"Aemond... it is scandalous to act this way with a recently widowed queen...." You whisper, yet Aemond only ignores the comment.

"Let the commonfolk think what they wish..." Aemond growls, pulling you flush against him. “I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

Aemond then chuckles, the idea of the common people and the royals knowing you're his a pleasing thought. To him, this is the ultimate revenge. Even now he despises his brother for taking advantage of the privilege he was given.

At least Aemond plans to use it right.

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.” Aemond teases, tracing his hands over the exposed skin of your nightgown. "Just as you should be...."

The way you shiver in his touch excites him. Be it from pleasure or fear, he doesn't care. Now that you're his... Why would he ever let go?

"Do you believe the rumors, Aemond?" You ask him in such a sweet voice, his one eye looking at you affectionately. He wonders if you can see the darkness in his violet gaze. "The ones where they call you a kinslayer?"

"Do you believe them?" Aemond asks, affectionately kissing your skin. "Do you really care what the common folk think?"

Aemond waits for you to answer, yet is met with silence. He chuckles at your conflicted gaze, kissing your lips softly. It really didn't change anything if you believed them or not... only two people knew the truth...

and Criston Cole was dangerously close to being hanged, anyways.

"Don't worry so much, love." Aemond whispers, pulling back a bit to view you fully. "You'll hurt yourself... just focus on me..." He kisses you one more time before sitting on the bed, hands on your shoulders. "Could you sit on your knees for me...?"

Obediently you listen to him, making Aemond shiver in anticipation. This was what he always wanted. You listening to him... coddling him... tending to only him.

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.” Aemond praises, petting your head as he lays your head in his lap. "No need to worry about anything, my queen... I'll take care of it all for you."

You merely listen to your new king as he strokes your hair. This is all he's ever dreamed of. Aemond can't hide the dark smirk on his face as he gives you the affection he's always wanted to give.

You shouldn't look too much into rumors, you shouldn't worry about a thing, who cares about the fate of Aegon?

You have Aemond now... he'll fix everything... for you, the kingdom, and the seven realms.

[arabellasleopardcoat]

 A Thousand Words (Daemon Targaryen x Reader) 

Summary: You want to marry him. He wants to fuck you. The two things are not as incompatible as they sound. 

Requested: Yes! Predator/Prey with Daemon.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal unprotected sex. Animalistic sex? Sadistic Daemon. Toxic relationship. Mentions of breeding kink. PWP with baby plot.

You leaned down, examining a few bergamot flowers more closely. Asking for permission in a low voice, you cut three of them. They would be enough to soothe the children’s bee stings. 

As you placed them in your basket, you heard a twig snap, followed by leaves crunching. You straightened up immediately, flowers forgotten by your feet. Your eyes glanced towards the tree line. There were no animals near you, apart from a few birds. Yet, the noise had been loud. As if the twig had snapped from something heavy stepping on it. 

You knew these forests like the palm of your hand. You had grown up here, after all. There were no animals heavy enough to make such a noise around this area. 

“Is someone there?” You asked, feeling a bit silly for doing so. Other than the chirping of birds and the soft murmur of a river near, you heard nothing. But if there was someone there with ill intent, they weren’t about to announce themselves. 

Keeping your movements very slow, you picked up your basket and kept picking flowers. Despite always enjoying long treks in these woods, you were unable to concentrate on the beauty surrounding you. Uneasiness pooled in your stomach, all the hairs on your body standing up to attention. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every few steps, you looked over your shoulder, but there was nothing there. 

This outing was meant to be meditative for you, and you were clearly not reaching that goal. The pressure of being the Lady of your household sometimes got to you. When you were a woman, it was as if you had to do twice as much to prove yourself worthy. Nature had always been a respite for you, yet today, peace seemed to evade you.  You felt too anxious, too nervous, to be able to tune in with yourself. The ambience had been ruined by the sound, triggering all your paranoia. 

You decided to head back towards the castle. Since you were still uneasy, you decided to take a few confusing laps, just in case you were being followed. You walked towards the darker part of the forest, where the trees were older and taller, their branches overlapping and obscuring the view of the sky. To anyone who was unfamiliar with the place, the twists and turns you were taking would throw them off. 

Unfortunately for you, whoever was after you was not unfamiliar with the place. Now that you were in the more isolated part of the forest, you could hear footsteps after you, even with your pulse beating loudly in your ears. With a muttered curse at your own idiocy, you hiked up your skirts and started to run. 

It went badly. You tripped over a root, going down hard. The skin of your palms lifted, slowly starting to bleed. And someone pounced on you from behind. Hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. 

“Have I startled you so much you forgot your way in your own lands?” You recognized the voice just as you were about to shriek. Daemon Targaryen and you didn’t have much in common. In fact, you were total opposites. While he preferred the noise of the city, you enjoyed the calm of the woods. He liked dornish red, while you much favored arbor gold. He liked bedding a new woman every night, you liked compromise. And, of course, how could you forget? Daemon liked chasing, and you liked running. 

“My Prince!” You tried to sound scandalized. This game of yours was one of your favorites to play, and you guessed this was why the Rogue Prince kept coming back to you. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase too much to not give in to it.  “You aren’t meant to be here.”

“I can’t stay away from you. You know that.” 

“You should.” You frown at him, playing your part. Despite it, you cannot help the teasing tone that your words take next.  “It’s not proper, for a Lady and a Prince to be alone together, so far from other people.”

Daemon doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls you more into his body, your back flush to his chest. He starts to press lavish kisses to your nape and shoulders. You nearly moan. Nearly. Because you have a part to play. 

“Don’t. No. We could get caught.” You mutter, urgently trying to get him off you. So far, getting him into your bed had proven a piece of cake. Getting him to come back to it, slightly harder. Getting him to offer you marriage, damn near impossible. 

In the eyes of others, you were nothing more than friends. Not even courting, despite his constants visits to your household. It certainly got tongues rolling among the realm, but there was nothing official yet. 

“Come on. Just let me have you.” Daemon bites down on your shoulder, softly. “You know you want to.” 

“Out in a forest?” You laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous.” 

“It’s not ridiculous if we both want it.” He pushes your dress slightly lower, tracing nonsensical patterns on your back.  “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, with how much you like the outdoors.” 

“No.” You are lying through your teeth, and he knows it. Knows you. But it’s such a sweet game, that the two of you play. For you, it’s the high of getting to scream and bite and be as wild as you wish to, away from the stiffness of your everyday life. For him, you guess it is part of being a conqueror and getting to rough you up a little. 

You are at a stalemate. You will never admit it to him, how much you enjoy this. Not only are you too proud, but you feel slightly embarrassed by it. There is a certain pride in being different, in not conforming to the role society has decided was yours to fill. Fate bends to your will, after all. You are someone who makes things happen, not someone that has things happen to her. Be it your own marriage plans, to commanding your household with an iron fist. Yet, you crave being made to feel helpless. 

Daemon is not about to budge, either. When he thinks he is right about something, he is right about it and there is no room for arguing. His grip on your waist gets more restrictive. You stay like that, kneeling on the floor as he sits patiently behind you. 

“What about a… Friendly wager?” Daemon kisses your earlobe as he speaks, softly. “If you win, you can leave. I won't bother you again.” 

“And if you win?” You know already that Daemon is going to win. Not only is he competitive, but you don’t want him to leave you alone. Like, ever. You would marry him in a heartbeat, were he to ask. So if it is necessary, you will lose on purpose. It’s not the first time the two of you played like this. You have gotten talented at it. The key is in not making it too obvious, less you anger him. The male ego is such a fragile thing, and Daemon needs to be handled with care. He is as proud as you are. 

“I get to take you. Here. As you are, in this forest.” He whispers, as he leaves behind soft, wet bites over your shoulders. Already, your blood is warming. You feel hot all over. Were it not madness, you would slip out of your cloak and dress and try to cool down. 

You ponder on it for a few seconds, distracted by the feel of his mouth and the way his skilled fingers pull down your bodice. It’s a bad idea. A terrible one, in fact. But it does sound tantalizing. To be run down by Daemon, held down and fucked as if the two of you were nothing more than animals in heat is… Well, it’s certainly something. You don’t know if it’s the moon, or the way he seems to have a talent for convincing you of bad ideas, but you cannot help the way your cunt pulses when you think of it. 

“Fine.” You say, in an annoyed tone. As if you are not as aroused as he is by the idea.  “What do I have to do?” 

Daemon’s breath hitches. You can hear it and feel it, pressed this close to him. He takes the tiniest intake of air, chest moving softly against your back, before stuttering a little. 

Surprised. You know even without looking at him. Out of all the games the two of you play, this one has to be the one that has taken it further. It’s risky, and he probably offered it on a whim, knowing the odds were not in his favor. But you said yes. And that changes everything. 

“Try to get out of the forest before I catch you.” His voice sounds dazed. It’s clear Daemon is still in disbelief. Yet, he is clearly eager to play because you can feel his hardness pressing into your lower back. 

“I assume I will get a head start.” You tilted your head back and gave him a cheeky smile. The sort of smile that drove him mad. Daemon gave you a rare, soft smile, before kissing you. It was warm and demanding, forcing you to open up to him. When you parted, you were the one feeling nearly drunk on sensation. He was back in control. 

“I’m feeling generous, so I will count to twenty before giving chase.” Daemon spoke, but the words didn’t really register in your mind. You blinked at him, slowly. Your brain had been turned into mush thanks to the amazing kiss. He smirked and spanked your arse.  “Starting now. One.” 

Jolted out of your trance, you stood abruptly. Your clock was running and you wanted so badly to complain you were not ready, but there was simply no time.  Beside you, Daemon kept counting. 

“Three… Four… Five…”  Bewildered at the injustice of it all, you scowled. But Daemon's face remained smug, and so you had no choice. You stood up, wiping your palms on your dress, and ran off as fast as you could. You got a bit tangled in your skirts and had to stop to hike them up properly. 

“Seven… Eight… Nine…” It was pronounced with a hint of laughter. Almost halfway. You wanted to scream, but you knew Daemon. He never played fair. Instead, you chose to duck behind some trees, so hopefully he would lose your trail. 

You kept running, until you no longer heard his voice. The only noise you could hear now were your own agitated breaths and the soft sounds of the forest. If you were to make it out, you still had a long way to go. 

Since you didn’t really want to make it out, and you were getting more agitated the more you ran, you stopped.  Deciding to remain still until you heard his footsteps again, you sat down on the grass. But soon, you could hear the tell-tale sound branches make when being pulled apart, twigs and leaves crunching under a pair of boots.  

It was not as long as you thought it would be, and so, you startled a little. There was a bit of panic gripping you, as well as excitement. You were pretty sure he would tackle you into the ground when he saw you, and you were not anticipating that pain. That this was happening made you feel small in all the right ways. As if you were no more than something to be conquered, to be caught, by a much bigger predator. 

Crouching, you sprung out, your movements louder than you would have liked. You thought you had more time. This was not going how you expected it to go, not at all. You had barely calmed your breathing down when you were running again. 

“Come here!” You heard him scream, and you resisted the urge to look over your shoulder and watch just how close he was. You sprinted, pushing your body harder. But your body was already tired from your earlier run, when you thought someone was following you. You were slower than usual. 

“Come on. Give in.” Daemon’s voice sounded too close. He was not running after you, from what you could hear. Merely walking. Circling you, closer and closer, until he was ready to pounce on his prey. 

The thought made you embarrassingly wet. Your thighs clenched, trying to get some friction on your cunt, but with how you were moving, it was nearly impossible. 

“You boast a lot, my Prince. But I don’t see you doing anything.” You answer, cheekily. This time, you do turn around and look at him. His eyes are dark with hunger. It makes you feel small and powerless.

You remind yourself this is why Prince Daemon likes you so much. He loves how submissive you can be, how willing to play his game. You let your face show everything you are feeling, face contorted between arousal and fear, eyes darting restlessly searching for a way out. 

Daemon walks calmly towards you. Instead of running, you remain rooted in place. It seems fear has frozen you. You let your skirts fall back down around your ankles, dropping all pretense to keep running. 

He takes his time, circling you like a hound would do with a bunny. Waiting for the right time to sink his teeth and tear apart, until you are no more than exposed tendons and flesh. 

“Now, now. Don’t look so fearful.” Daemon brushes your hair behind your ears. The touch is tender, a contrast to the sadistic glee shining in his eyes. It's clear the chase has been as exciting for him as it was for you. “I am a gracious winner. I won’t hurt you. Too much.” And with a dark grin, he is pulling your cloak open, tearing at the bodice of your dress, pushing you down. It all happens in a flurry of movement, too fast to follow where his hands are, too brutal to realize when it is that you end up on your knees.  

Without needing to be told to, you go to your hands and knees. Daemon chuckles, pulling your skirts up and your undergarments out of the way. 

“This was what you needed, wasn’t it?” You can feel his hand making its way between your thighs, checking your wetness. Your face heats up in shame when you hear the loud squelching noise his finger makes when entering you. Never have you been so aroused from looks and words alone. And Daemon can definitely tell. 

You fix your eyes on the grass beneath you. You can hear how Daemon unbuckles his belt and shrugs off his pants. Then, you feel his weight on top of you, as he goes on his hands and knees too. His legs bracket yours as he forces you to lower your chest, pushing your face into the earth. 

More shame and arousal twist on your belly. This is not how a lady should be treated, taken on her hands and knees, teats out and hanging out of her dress on a forest floor. Daemon is about to fuck you as if you were a common whore, and you can't help the gush of wetness that floods your center when you think of it. 

“You did.” He gives an incredulous laugh, noticing how you are absolutely dripping. He rubs the tip of his member against your folds, coating himself on your slick. The feel of it against your hole, firm and scorching hotel, makes you squirm with the need to take him in. “You really did.” 

“Stop teasing.” You complain, trying to move your hips and chase him. It's useless. The position Daemon has you in lets you do little but be smothered by him. 

Suddenly, there is a pull in your hair, making you shriek. Your roots hurt, so you arch your neck, going with the movement his fisted hand is imposing. 

“And who do you think you are, little girl? To order a Prince?” It's nasty and menacing, whispered in your ear as he forces your body to bow. “It must be so hard, acting so tough all the time. So collected, so proper. When, in reality, you just need someone to take you as the wanton whore you are.” 

You can only gasp, seeing white stars reflected on your eyelids, the stinging pain of the pull heating your poor scalp and neck. 

“I hunted you down. I brought you to your knees. I own you.” Daemon pushes forward in a single, punishing thrust. You scream, desperately scratching the grass for purchase. He is not very deep, but he feels huge, splitting you open in all the right ways. Often, when Daemon and you go to bed together, your foreplay is much longer. He is not as young as he used to be, or so he says. Despite it, Daemon finds ways to prolong your encounters even when his body doesn't cooperate. You are not used to taking him without preparation and it shows. 

 “I am in charge.” His voice comes out strained, through gritted teeth. He pulls at your hair, just for the sake of it. You feel sweat start to gather at your temples and lower back, both from the strain and how heated your blood feels.  “Do you understand?” 

 “Yes.” You mutter, struggling to form a coherent thought thanks to the way he is fucking you. 

“Louder.” Daemon snaps his hips against yours. His grip on your hair gets even more punishing. “Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand.” It comes out in a sob, as you try to hold on to the grass, the earth, anything. Your fingers hurt from clawing at the dirt, your face slowly getting squished against the grass. Despite how much you struggle to stay somewhat upright, you are no match for his strength. 

“What was that, my Lady?” The smell of moss and sweat fills your nose, as Daemon presses you down in an even more brutal way. He kneads at one of your breasts, cruelly. “I didn’t catch it.” 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You scream, voice hoarse. Your words melt off into a litany of moans, punched out little noises that seem to come out from so deep in your chest that they are more like sobs.  

He lets go of your hair, encouraging you to lift your hips instead. 

“Raise your hips.” His hand rubs at your hipbones, demanding. You obey, too weak to fight him. This is the part you like the most when you play like this. The way your mind goes blank, and you can focus only on obeying him. “Good girl. What would your servants think if they saw you like this? Their lady, reduced to a breeding bitch.” 

The demeaning words bring you out of your haze. He can’t… Surely, he wouldn’t. You won’t allow him to ruin your reputation, not like this.  You try to get up and fight his grip, but Daemon lowers his hand and starts rubbing at your pearl until you are a trembling mess. The last thing in your mind is getting away from him. 

“You take me so well, little girl.” He coaxes more and more pleasure out of your body, forcing it to rise to impossible heights. You feel like you are about to fall off the edge, stomach tensing, knees buckling until you are face down in the dirt. His hands on your hips are the only thing keeping you upright, as you scream and scream, whole world blooming into pleasure.  “You were made for me.” 

No matter how much your cunt flutters and twitches in pleasure, Daemon keeps fucking you. He doesn’t seem to care that you are overstimulated, that it’s too much. He chases his peak unashamedly, losing all inhibitions. 

“I’ll fill you up with my seed. Put a bastard in your belly." The words are spoken in a frustrated tone, probably not even meant for your ears. "You won’t be able to keep running, then."

While you have insisted on previous encounters that Daemon pulls out, you find yourself curious about his words.  Is he really going to spill inside you? Being one to avoid compromise so badly, you would not have expected Daemon to even think of doing so. Has your teasing driven him so mad he is unable to contain himself? 

Never before have you felt so smug. You have him. Finally. The satisfaction is too much to bear, so you decide to reward him by clenching around his member.  

The reaction is immediate. Daemon curses and his hips lose all rhythm. He muffles his scream on your shoulder, panting wildly. 

You get to marry him not even a month later. After all, returning to your castle in a grass stained dress, with the Prince in similar conditions, is a picture that speaks for itself. 

[starry-bi-sky]

more about og tue timeline twins danny and dan/jamie

very touchy with each other. you might even say. ccclingy. its to be expected, they're two halves of a whole after all and all they've got of each other. worryingly co-dependent. do not separate. ever.

Danny was really weak and sick after the initial separation, and was for a while after. Jamie knew internally that if Danny died, he'd take the whole world with it. He was the one sole caretaker for him while he got better -- not for lack of trying on Vlad's part, but without his ghost powers he was nothing more than a feeble (albeit handsomely rich) man, and James looked ready to bite his head off if he got within ten feet of either of them.

Vlad is intimately aware that James (or Danny, if he tried) could snap his spine in half like a twig, and is uncomfortably aware of his own lack of ghost half now. It makes him feel self-conscious and exposed, so he never fully returns back to "cocky and self-assured billionaire Vlad Masters". Making deals with other brands feels a lot harder now that he can no longer possess them anymore.

Speaking of, he very quickly has to come up with a cover story as to why there's now a James Daniel Fenton to the public, when no records whatsoever of him existing existed prior. Lots of forging false government documents on his end. James and Danny do not help because it's his fault this happened in the first place.

(Regardless of whether or not Danny actually willingly chose to rip out his ghost half/humanity in canon is true, or if that was Vlad Masters speaking out of his ass, a large part of the blame still falls on Masters.)

(As his primary caretaker and guardian, it's his responsibility to ensure the health and safety of his charge, and since Danny was in clear emotional duress at the time, it can be argued that he was not in the mental state to make such a decision. And, allegedly, couldn't do it on his own which is why he asked Vlad for help.)

I chose "James" as Dan's name since it's a popular fanon middle name for Danny, and since he's half of Danny, it felt like it just made sense lol. Also because of the ensuing comedy of the two of them introducing themselves as "James Daniel Fenton" and "Daniel James Fenton". It's got the same energy as "danny with a y" and "danny with an i" and it's the exact kind of name bullshit you expect parents to give their twins.

I don't have their exact personalities down, but something I am actively writing into this au's bible is that I think Danny should be the quiet and (ig technically) meaner one. There's a lot to go into about interpretations for ghosts, halfas, and the incident itself, but TL:DW; Danny is technically soulless, or at the very least missing half of his soul (altho Jamie is too just in a different direction).

Pair that with the trauma of losing his family in front of him + having his ghost half ripped out + all the trauma he would've sustained as a hero, and he's not doing too hot mentally! i think if the twins met good timeline!Danny, Danny would've mistaken Danny for Dan and Jamie for the original half.

He comes off to others as pretty apathetic and indifferent to a borderline terrifyingly calm degree. He doesn't go out of his way to insult people, but he also doesn't care enough to consider the other party's feelings so he doesn't filter himself, which makes him come off as rude. The only times he looks truly comfortable is when he's near Jamie or talking to him.

His standoffish, ice prince demeanor makes Jamie look like a saint in comparison. When really he's not all that much better? He's more outwardly emotional than Danny, whether that be positive or negative, but at the end of the day he doesn't trust or care about anyone else any more than Danny does, and he's got a bit of a sadistic streak. Danny reigns him in when he starts becoming too destructive.

(Which I think makes sense. Danny asked Vlad to rip out his ghost half specifically so he could stop feeling his human emotions. Dan, despite his monotone voice, does exhibit emotions. He's smug when he asks Valerie if he likes his ghostly wail, sardonic when he reunites with Sam and Tucker, annoyed, shocked at Danny's ghostly wail, etc. He enjoys wreaking destruction and chaos.)

(If Danny had survived his encounter with Dan and if Vlad was successful, then I imagine he'd be rather apathetic to his other half as a whole. That'd be interesting.)

Overall though they're both hurt, bitter, and distrustful of the world around them, with abandonment issues a mile wide. They can get better and they can heal, but it takes time and patience and proper support.

On the DPxDC side of things, they do genuinely hold some kind of respect or regard for Bruce. They also don't become vigilantes for a while. Neither of them are jumping at the bit to enter heroism again, not when it was heroism that killed their family in the first place.

In fact when they find out Bruce = Batman they think he's foolish for it. They think its a fool's errand, and they've been so spurned by their time as Phantom that for a few weeks, Jamie even refused to call Bruce anything but Sisyphus. Danny called him Tantalus, and the two of them had a faux-argument about which one was more accurate.

Bruce does, though, worm his way into both of their hearts, and that's like, the main reason they become vigilantes to join him. So that they could keep him safe and not because of any desire to return to the heroic life. Relearning to care and finding satisfaction in helping others was an unintentional side effect.

(Bruce is so very smug)

Essentially:

The Twins: this is our squishy and fragile adoptive father. If anything happened to him, we're becoming mass extinction events.

Bruce: Nnno.

[bevy-obeyme]

*

-cutely walks over to you-

I heard your cries and please for a male/non binary mc ideas. So although I am not a man, or a they/them, what about a transgender mc?

Sure!! I can do that! :3

I’ll make both FTM and MTF!!

Brothers with a Female to Male MC

And for those out there who struggle with body image, I want you to know you’re all so beautiful/handsome. Gender is a social construct and that means YOU have the right to change it however you want!

Trans people, you all have my respect and keep being you because ultimately, this is your life, don’t change it just because someone’s cranky about what you have between your legs!! 🫶

Lucifer

- He respected you whole heartedly - you were his handsome human. Any demon who dare say otherwise may get punished. Horribly.

- For such a sadistic and prideful man, he made sure to be soft for you during this topic. This was important after all. He always conveyed that he loved you no matter what, gender was not even a doubt in his mind.

- As an always professionally dressed person, he’d offer guidance on how to bring out the sharp edge of your eyes or what clothes to layer with what to give off an impression of masculinity.

- Whenever you stood in front of your mirror - feeling so out of place and feminine he would be right there behind you, words gently reassuring that you were his handsome little lamb, his pretty boy and that he wouldn’t have you any other way.

Mammon

- Whilst he wouldn’t go out of his way to become soft- ( he already is anyway ), he always made sure to refer to you with the correct pronouns and nicknames.

- Things like ‘’my man’’, ‘’my bro’’ or even ‘’hot stuff’’.

- For a forgetful and scummy demon, he would never dare misgender you. He knew just how much you struggled transitioning anyway.

- He always made sure to flex you around too - puffing his chest out and bragging about how he had a hot man to himself.

- Whenever some lower class demon even tried to misgender you however, he went ballistic - spewing all kinds of insults and petty comments.

- He truly didn’t mind your gender. He was still your first demon and that’s all that mattered. If you wanted to be a man, then go ahead. At least he wouldn’t have to be ‘the man’ during horror movies.

Leviathan

- Out of all the brothers, he’s the most attentive to this sort of thing. He understands your body dysmorphia end envy - he got it a lot when he cosplayed or watched people feel so comfortable in their gender.

- He’ll always ask you which pronouns you’d prefer, what nicknames you’re fine with, how you want to be complimented and etc. He doesn’t want to mess up with you.

- He took solace in the fact you too struggled with your body image, yet the fact that you were trying made him want to try too. He would support you no matter what. You were his normie.

Satan

- He too is rather attentive. He understands of being born in a circumstance you did not ask for.

- He made sure to compliment you all the time, hell, he’d even read up on this kind of thing to help you.

- He offered to go shopping with you - looking for binders and things to help you look more masculine. Maybe even buy a few self help books to make you feel at ease.

- Satan truly didn’t care for who you were. Externally, you might’ve changed. But you would always be his in his heart and that’s all that mattered.

Asmodeus

- He is super supportive. He will overwhelm you with compliments.

- Asmo himself isn’t the most masculine man. None of his brothers are tip top rough, burly men. Hell, he’s trained to walk in high heels!

- So, he’d always go out shopping with you, he had the best judgement to fashion. He respected you wanting to dress in masculine clothing yet he would always reassure you that clothes didn’t determine anything and he’d still see you as his Prince Charming.

- Secretly, he appreciated the new you. Adored it even. The switch of you possibly being the dominant one made it tantalising.

Beelzebub

- Beelzebub cared very little about how you presented yourself. Man, woman, nonbinary? At the end of the day, you were still his soft human.

- But, he’d make sure to convey his appreciation for your transition. He could admire your bravery to finally come out and confess who you really wanted to be.

- Beelzebub was a lot bigger than you, and noticing how you wanted to cover your curves as much as possible, he’d leave his closet door open anytime. Just to see that smile on your face.

Belphegor

- He too didn’t care much. It didn’t take away how nice you were to cuddle with. You did what you wanted to do.

- He always made sure to show his acknowledgment however, reminding you that you were handsome for a human and how happy it made him to see you smile much more than you did before your transition.

[storydays]

Hello Rosie! P1

(3rd POV)

Angel held (Y/N) close after their love making session, listening to the demon purr softly in his sleep. He'd told the spider what happened in Heaven, and who'd he'd seen. (Y/N) shared his fear of holding Angel back from being redeemed because they were engaged, and tried to break it off. 

The Italian stopped that shit in it's tracks. He dragged the prince to the full body mirror in their bathroom and hugged (Y/N) close. "Look in the mirror, bambino. We fit perfectly. You are my other half, and I am never leaving you if I can help it." "You are my other half, and I can't wait to call you my husband."  They stayed in each other's embrace, knowing that they were truly stuck together. 

*Downstairs*

"So like, where are your wings?" Niffty asked Vaggie, where everyone but Charlie were lounging around staring at Vaggie with a varying of emotions. 

"Niffty, I don't have--" "Didja ever think maybe she's sensitive about her lack of wings.." Angel spoke up before smirking, "Just like her lack of tits?" He pointed at his own chest fluff, mimicking tits.

"Yeah, where are your tits?" Niffty asked innocently, looking into Vaggie's shirt, making (Y/N) snort softly from where he was standing behind the spider.

"Any other questions?"  Vaggie sighed, pushing the cyclops away from her. "I got one," Husk spoke up, "How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven, we get in deeper and deeper shit?" 

"It's not her fault. Angels are just--" 

"Liars?" Angel supplied. 

"Manipulative greedy bastards?" (Y/N) spoke up, before looking down at his Hellphone, waiting for a certain owl prince to text him back. 

"Difficult. But Charlie's trying her best." 

"Yeah, well, her best is turning out real well so far." Husk rolled his eyes, walking away. "And where is Miss Fearless Leader anyway? Isn't about time for another 'doomed to fail' plan?" Angel asked, yelping when (Y/N) flicked him in his forehead. "Watch it." He warned playfully. 

"She's upstairs. Coming up with something I'm sure, in our room. Alone."

"Hmm..." Alastor hummed before disappearing. 

*Upstairs with Charlie*

Charlie was curled under the blanket, sobbing as Razzle and Dazzle watched her with worry. 

"Oh, Charlie, you look an absolute mess." Alastor cooed, smirking as Charlie shot him a dirty look. 

"Ugh, go away, Alastor."

"Now, now, is that anyway to act after picking a fight with all of Heaven and dooming everyone you love?" The deer mocked. "I have enough on my mind without hearing your sadistic idea of a joke, asshole." Charlie turned away from him when suddenly the Radio Demon appeared next to her with a wide grin. 

"Who's joking?" He asked curiously.

"Aaagh!" she yelped. 

"You have a captive audience downstairs waiting to hear what kind of inspiring performance you have planned next." 

Alastor laid on his belly, kicking his legs like a highschool girl. 

"Ugh, I can't.  How can I face them after failing them all so hard? They came here to be saved and all I gave them was more pain. I'm just as bad as the crulest Overlord in Hell. At least they don't go around giving false hope. " Charlie hugged herself. 

"Well, I never expected to see such a miserable display of self  loathing from you." 

"Oh fuck you, Alastor. All you do is stand there, smiling while you watch us struggle and fail. I don't know how you can enjoy all this suffering so much." Charlie rolled her eyes. 

Alastor chuckled darkly, appearing behind the princess. "Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool, my dear." The deer took Charlie's face and spread her cheeks to make her smile, before turning away. 

"It inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures that no matter what comes your way, you're the one in control."

"But I'm not. I'm the farthest thing from in control. The second person I trust most has been lying to me for years. Heaven refuses to listen. Even if they did, I can't prove it works. Adam had an invincible exorcist Army pointed right at my door step and there's nothing I can do about any of it! (Y/N) killed angels himself years ago, but he doesn't even know how he did it. So if the Shadow Prince of Hell himself can't help, how can I, the Princess of Hell, do anything?" Charlie asked, slamming her fist into her window. 

Alastor grinned sharply. 

"~I know something you don't knowwwww~" He sang, catching her attention. "Huh?" "Those big scary angels aren't as indestrutible as you might thing. You said it yourself, your dear big brother killed Angels himself. "

"What are you talking about?" Charlie questioned. 

"Just that you and your little band of misfits might stand more of a chance than you think." Alastor toyed with a plant in the room before walking away. 

"How? I'll do anything." Charlie begged desperately. 

"AnYtHiNg? Then let's make a deal." 

"You...you want my soul?" 

"Your soul?" Alastor asked sisterly, before brightening up. "Heavens no! All I need from you is one itty bitty favor. What's a favor between friends?" 

"I won't hurt anyone for you." Charlie said firmly.

"Who's asking! One favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one. In return, I tell you what I know. Do we have a deal?" 

Razzle and Dazzle growled warningly before Charlie put her hand out, showing her horns and changing her eye color briefly. "Deal."

They shook hands, a green light glowing brightly enough where the hotel members could see it downstairs. 

"No, no!" Vaggie cried running upstairs, (Y/N) flying up the stairs, the wind from his wings opening the door.

"Right on cue!" Alastor called, as Vaggie arrived. "What did you do? Let her go!" The ex angel cried, charging at the deer. "Vaggie, stop!" Charlie cried. 

"What? No Charlie, please tell me you didn't--"

"No. She still owns her soul; I put a spell on Charlie when she was younger that prevented her from selling her soul." (Y/N) said, lowering himself to the ground, calculating gaze searching the two demons. 

"I made a deal with Alastor. He gave me info that can save the hotel, but we're going to need help. The angels can be defeated and Carmilla is the key." Charlie explained as she walked over to get her jacket. 

"What? Carmilla Carmine? She killed an exorcist in the last extermination. She knows how they can be harmed." 

"I---I didn't even know that was possible." Vaggie whispered in awe.

"If you did, would you have told me?" Charlie said coldly. 

"Charlie, I-"

"I need you to go to her, convince her to teach us. If she can, we might have a chance." 

"With just the seven of us?" Vaggie asked. 

"No, we're--ugh we're going to need numbers too."

"And I know just who can help. As long as Charlie can be her normal, charming self."

"What's that you said about smiles?" Charlie smiled as Alastor pat her head. "Good girl."

"Charlie, can we talk about this--" Vaggie asked quietly.

"We can talk later. Right now, we have a job to do. You with us?" She asked, eyes cold as she looked at Vaggie. 

"Yes." (Y/N) and Vaggie looked at each other with worry before following Charlie and Alastor downstairs. 

"So, uh, Alastor and Charlie just left like they were runnin' away from their responsibilities. Should we be alarmed?" Angel asked. 

"No, tesoro." (Y/N) chuckled, easing his love's worries. 

"We have a plan. But it includes defending ourselves against the angels." 

"Uh! Are you fucking high?" Husk asked. 

"They can be killed." Vaggie started as the Egg Bois ran by. 

"Yeah. That knife lady Camaro Carfight, killed one." Frank called, as Vaggie kneeled to his level. 

"Wait, you knew about this?" "Oh, yeah, I told Boss about it months ago."

"He what?"

"What? They say insane shit all the time. How was I supposed to know this one was true?" Pentious demanded. 

"Bank accounts are a scam created by the shadow government." Frank said cheerfully. 

"See!" Hissed the snake demon.

"What's important now is that we're gonna have a fight on our hands." (Y/N) spoke up, taking his role as Prince up seriously.

Vaggie nodded as she walked towards the door. "I'm going to learn how we can fight back. But when I come home, I'll understand if none of you are here." She left with that final thought. 

"Look, this hotel's about to become the most dangerous place in Hell, and we--I can't guarantee your safety anymore. I still believe in Charlie's dream, I know it can work. But none of you signed up for this," (Y/N) spoke up, "I am still your Prince, and I won't willingly let any of you get hurt, so if you want to leave, please get somewhere safe." 

Silence filled the air before Angel smacked (Y/N) on the back, mindful of his wings. "Babe, we ain't leavin' you. We've been here since the beginning, we'll be here 'til the end." Husk, Niffty and Pentious nodded their heads, smiling determinedly at their prince. 

" 'Sides, we have a wedding to plan, and we can't do that without our family." Angel cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, making the blond press a kiss to his hand. "Thank you, amore. Now, let's get to training." The prince smirked darkly, summoning his shadows' and multiple weapons. "We've got a lot of work to do."

*End.*

A/N: sorry for the short chapter lol. I'm gonna cut it into three parts, and I hopefully should have the next two up at some point today.*

[phenphoenix]

The first time I was exposed to your swap AU I thought you made alastor like the prince of he'll I guess?? But since alastor isn't what is he?

So, in my version of a swap AU, Al was still the radio demon at one point. But then something happened, causing him to start start to change. Eventually leading to a complete like 180. He's still got remnants of once being an egotistical sadistic overlord of hell, but overall has tried to be a better person and help others do the same. As for what caused this change of heart? Not 100% sure yet. But right now, I will say it has something to do with his mama and even meeting lucifer before his disappearance.

In the first post I made, I mentioned how the ultimate test he will have to go through would be giving up all his power. Since we still don't know what the full nature of Alastors power is in cannon, I'm kinda just bullshitting and going off headcannons. But basically, in order for him to have gotten as far as he (has as far as "being better" goes), he still had to hold on to some souls. He's a hypocrite full of pride. I also want to have his own deal play a role in all of this, but since that's also a huge question mark rn, I'll have to think on it more.

I've also dabbled in the thought that he will never get redeemed. As the sins he's committed have caused his soul to be too far gone. And that this revelation could be what leads him to freeing all the souls he still has underneath him. But in a way, he is still "redeemed." Yeah, he will never get to hevan, but he will be able to fulfill his dream of helping sinners. Also, this act of selflessness is what really convinces Charlotte that maybe sinners aren't as one-sided as she previously thought.

[lavenderlive]

hi! Can I get Hajun, Kanata, Reo and Nayuta with a sweet and cute reader? If that’s too much then just Hajun is okay! Also, you can ignore this if you want, thank you!

☾ | Sweet and Cute Reader (Hajun, Reo, cozmez)

(hellooo I didn't want to leave this comment till the end just in case you got confused but I interpreted your prompt a little differently because the request is a bit vague , I interpreted as “reader who is sweer/affectionate and dresses up in cute fashion” I hope you don’t mind!)

Hajun Yeon

You were a complete contrast to Hajun’s sadistic yet prince-like nature, he couldn’t help but tease you when you happily accepted one of his requests. However, he doesn’t let anyone else take advantage of your kindhearted nature, easily driving them away with his glare. 

Hajun finds it cute that you want to match outfits with him whenever you two go out on dates together, he could easily pull off any outfit you picked out for him even though they might not be his personal style. You loved seeing Hajun dressed up in clothes that make you feel happy and wanted to share that part with him!

You often showered Hajun with words of affection so casually because you genuinely love him a lot, he usually takes your compliments well replying with a simple “thank you” keeping his cool personality. You can’t help but chuckle softly at him when he does try to hide his flustered face with his typical closed eyed smile. 

Reo Maruyama

No one is cuter than himself but he will make an exception just for you, you’re the (second) cutest in his eyes. He thinks you're cute but not as cute as him lol. He adores the way you dress and compliments your outfits and how you look regularly whenever you two see each other, asking you where you got a certain piece of clothing. 

Reo is mischievous, when he gets into trouble or into a fight with Satsuki he immediately rushes into your arms and hopes that you take his side of the argument which you often do. In cases where you don’t take his side, you tell him off in a polite way and afterwards give him a headpat and let him get away with whatever mischief he caused.

You’re willing to go to most places with Reo, his favorite place to hang out with you is the arcade. Plenty of games to play together and surrounded by crane games filled with cute animal plushies, it's like both of your interests in one place! Reo is good at these types of stuff and has won multiple prizes from them, you two have matching stuffed animals that you sew clothes for and make sure it is in good condition.

Kanata Yatonokami

When you two stood next to each other, you were like the sun and he was like a rain cloud due to the way you two were dressed. You tried to convince Kanata to match with you but he did not like wearing all the frills and ribbons you typically wore, standing in front of the mirror with a frown on his face and a cute bow tied on his hair. 

Kanata is not used to being treated so sweetly and kindly by another person other than like Nayuta but that was in a familial way. So it took some time for him to get used to being treated like this by you because he assumes that you were looking down at him. 

He won’t openly admit it but he also appreciates the little things you do for him such as preparing him water or snacks when he has awoken from his nap. Hiding his appreciation with his usual cold attitude by telling you that he could’ve just done it himself or he doesn’t need it and shoos you away. He doesn’t like being disturbed when focused on composing a song which you respect and give him privacy when needed. 

Kanata Yatonokami

Unlike Kanata, he got used to your kind hearted nature quickly and loves being spoiled with your attention which you gave when he asked.

You also let him nap on your lap like he was a cat, not daring to move a single inch because you didn’t want to wake him up. Which left you stuck in that position for a couple of hours until he woke up, greeting him with a forehead kiss.

Your favorite activity together is to stroll around the streets and look at the clothes displayed on the window. Nayuta is in charge of cozmez’s outfits for performances and usually finds outfits alone if Kanata was busy that day so it was nice to have someone else around. Somedays you two would come empty handed, just gathering ideas from the cases. Other days he makes you carry all his bags of clothes (including your own stuff)

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[l3viat8an]

This came to me at night. Imagine RAD doing a play based on Snow White and the 7 dwarves. Poly Mc is Snow White, the brothers are the dwarves and Mephistopheles is the prince

I had some fun with this~!

So, let’s say somehow you get all the way to opening night!

You even got through the dress rehearsals without too much complaining!-

Also the brothers are sharing a dressing room while you and Mephisto each have your own!

And are doing a last minute wardrobe check / fixing makeup.

“I don’t see why MC has ta kiss the prince! One of the dwarves would be just fine!” Mammon pouts pulling on the last piece of his costume.

“Only if we were doing this play for fun and not an audience!! Think about it, they want authenticity!” “Levi….you do realize we’re not dwarves, right? I think authenticity is already out the window.”

“T-that’s not the point!” Levi turns away from Satan and pokes at his costume acting busy-

“I think watching MC kiss the prince on stage is hot~ although I’d definitely make a better prince~”

Asmo sighs looking at his reflection and fixing his hair, “Isn’t it a bit late to start complaining?” Belphie lazily lifts his head from his own vanity and looks around at his brothers “We said we’d play our parts. Besides it’s just Mephisto.”

“I kinda see what Mammon means, I can’t say I like the idea of watching MC kiss another demon…..” “See! At least Beel gets it! I really thought Levi’d be on my said but he’s too busy bein’ a nerd!” “Hey!” “Don’t start that again! We have our roles, if after the play I find out any of you tried to sabotage Mephistopheles last minute there will be hell to pay. Got it?” “Fucking sadist.” ”What was that?” “Nothing.” Well that mostly shut them up-

Before more arguing can happen Simeon knocks on the door “Five minutes to curtain, hurry up!”

“Show time~” Asmo sings as he heads out first!

The brothers all head to the stage, stopping when they see you and Mephisto getting in some last minute rehearsal (kissing-)

“What the hell?!?” “Oh, MC~! How naughty~” “Huh…” “W-w-what?!?” “Care to explain yourselves?”

“It was all MC’s idea!” Mephisto pulls away from you fixing his costume and attempting to act normal, “What?” You say with a small smirk, “Just a bit of last minute practice~”

“I hope you realize you’ll have to pay for that later darling.” “We can hardly let our human get away with that.” “We’ll have plenty of time to think of a proper punishment during the show.” “Oh, this will be fun~!” “Fun ain’t the word I’d use!” “Calm down Mammon. It was just a kiss.” “J-just a kiss?!? A completely unnecessary kiss!!” “Oh boy-“

Simeon pops up in between the brothers and starts  ushering you all towards the stage before they can do anything to Mephisto- “One minute to current. Move!” 

But just what have you gotten yourself into later~?

[kanerallels]

bestie!! Can you tell me about your book, Land of Tales? I may have just stalked the tag for a solid forty minutes and I’m dying to know more (I LOVE me some good fairytale retellings)

BESTIE I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK I'm so so honored?? Thank you so much!! (also same we love fairy tale retellings they're amazing)

OKAY SO! I'm gonna give you a brief overview of the book in case you didn't see what it's about, then I'll do some fun facts because I deserve it as a treat and I'm hyperfixating on my own book series right now (and also Valiant. Minor detail. LET'S MOVE ON)

The main plot: My girl Rebecca Wood lives on Earth, but never knew her parents. She discovers at the beginning of the book that she, and the family she never knew, is from the fairy tale world, and so she goes there with the help of this socially awkward cinnamon roll, Liam. We love Liam, and we feel bad about the amount of Horrors I put him through, including but not limited to social interactions and torture

The rest of the book is basically Rebecca and Liam's travels through Avena (fairy tale world) meeting fairy tale characters and evading the evil Empress Goldilocks (who has magic plants and fairy tale princesses for assassins). And there are more books. Or there will be. Four overall in the main series, two prequels, umm... *pauses to count* okay yeah there are a lot of stories post canon. And I've already written a handful of short stories for fun and profit!

And now it's fun facts about some of the characters time:

Cinderella is, as mentioned, an assassin! She has fabulous fashion taste, glass shoes that can morph into any shoe type she wants, and is incredibly sadistic. Her husband Gavin is what would happen if Jean-Ralphio Saperstein, Schimdt from New Girl, and Oscar from The Rookie were fused into one incredibly vain, lazy person who wore a lot of capes

Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk is a pirate (occasionally of the sky). He's married to a future seer who basically tricked him into taking her hostage the first time they met, and has two kids. They are utter gremlins and we love them

Alec and Risha, who I've been talking about lately, are from Camelot. Risha's dad is Sir Gareth, aka Gawain's cool brother. In my series, the people of Camelot have Australian accents because why not?

OH MY GOSH I JUST THOUGHT OF A CHARACTER I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT ON HERE okay his name is Bob. It's short for uhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna be straight with y'all I don't remember his full name. It's really long. But he's the Magic Mirror from Snow White! He's a cursed prince who likes shipping his best friend with her love interest, and boba tea (if it exists in this universe. I shall ponder this) and he's just a little chaos gremlin and I would die for him

Somehow, every single ship in this series is enemies to lovers (except Alec and Risha, slow burn friends to idiots in love my beloved) and it's really funny to me. They're all different flavors of enemies to lovers, too. We've got "coworkers who annoy the crap out of each other to lovers", "I tried to kill your friends that one time and am involved in the organization that killed your brother but now we're working together and technically I'm engaged but it's a engagement of convenience and we're connecting to lovers", and one of my personal favorites, "you forced me to take you hostage that one time and now I'm stuck with you which is really annoying to lovers". There are, believe it or not, others

One more fun fact for the road: I have a book planned that's set after the series, and it's a combination of no less than three fairy tales at once. Possibly more, for all I know

Oh, and actually last of all! The first book in the series, which I shall not reveal the title of just yet because DRAMA, is finished! All polished up and shiny, and I'm currently looking into publishing options and cover artists! (also my girl a.spice is doing illustrations I can't wait for you guys to see them they're incredible)

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Something I recently realized is there actually is a convincing explanation for Eol’s action at Gondolin without going for “well he’s just an evil sadistic rapist”

What we know is:

A good amount of Sindar elves in Nevrast came to love Turgon as their leader and proceeded to follow him to Gondolin

Here is the issue:

It’s very unlikely those Sindar elves who left for Gondolin would be allowed to tell their kin who left behind where they went.

From the rest of Sindar elves’ pov, their kin who lived in this Noldor prince’s realm just disappeared (Said Noldor prince’s brother was a famous kinslayer)

Thingol and his court must be notified of this mass disappearance of population.

They must tried to ask Fingolfin about it and Fingolfin would be like “well I don’t know where my son and daughter are either”

How much is the chance for Thingol-who-grounded-his-daughter-in-a-treehouse to believe that as an answer.

Likely over the years there were multiple speculations about what happened to the disappeared population.

When Eol married Aredhel, he must have asked her about the matter. (And Thingol would order him to. There was no chance for Thingol to not know his vassal & kinsman & best smith went crazy and married a Noldor princess.)

Aredhel would tell him those Sindar elves went willingly and were happy and well in Gondolin.

(I really think Eol believed it was okay to marry Aredhel because he believed she was different; she left her kinslaying family to travel alone after all.)

Then Aredhel and Maeglin left for Gondolin, and Eol went out to look for them; and out of everyone he could possibly meet he met Curufin

Who basically called him an ethnic slur

(You cannot convince me “dark elf” is a perfectly neutral word for Noldor to invent to call those who never seen the tree light. It’s so very hard to imagine Sindar elves who loved the star light and suffered from Morgoth to appreciate being associated with “dark”.)

When Eol really reached Gondolin, it was heavily suggested by the text that he would be dealt with in some way if he did not announce he was the husband of Aredhel. Which rather confirms Curufin’s words about facing death.

When he got taken into the city, he must find that the Sindar elves who disappeared really were living in Gondolin. (There was a line in the book about him silently observing the city.)

And immediately after he was offered the choice between staying and death.

Now this is really a perfect situation for misunderstanding:

How much is the chance for Eol to assume that Turgon forced all the Sindar elves in Nevrast to move to his city? Or WORSE, abducted and enslaved them to build this distinctive Noldor city?

Like, Eol was not allow to left even when he was vassal & kinsman of Thingol and husband of a Noldor princess. He was basically threatened with death to stay in the city.

How much is the chance for him to assume that all the other Sindar elves faced the same choice or worse, never a choice?

I do believe Turgon was a good king. He was the only one out there who won over loyalty of both Noldor and Sindar. Gondolin in Silmarillion (not the one in “Fall of Gondolin” where people called Meglin half orc) was a good city with a mixed ethnic population and some Sindar elves as lords.

He also condemned Feanorians and likely had complex feelings about his brother jumping into fight and starting murder for redhead bestie.

Out of all the Noldor princes he was likely the one who thoroughly abandoned the idea of building fair & glory kingdom. If there was any thought about that the idea was squished when Elenwe disappeared in icy water. Most of his time in Beleriand he was trying to protect and preserve, until he got overwhelmed by the sheer hopelessness of the situation.

If he and Thingol ever met post reembodiment they might even come to respect each other.

But during his meeting with Eol Turgon was doing absolutely nothing that was not escalating the situation

Which was sadly reasonable.

Turgon was being a Noldor king in front of a vassal of Thingol (who refuse to recognize his right to rule).

When accused of kinslaying and stealing land his reply was “but we Noldor protected you from Morgoth with our swords.” Yeah but the same swords killed Teleri and you all stole ships over dead bodies to come establish your kingdoms. The worse response out there. It’s like saying “yeah we killed your relatives and build kingdoms over your land but you’ll be dead anyway without our protection so suck it up.”

(I believe his real thought was “I regret ever coming and I hate my brother for being stupid and I would love to just stay in Tirion with my nice family.” But that’s not something he could say in this situation.)

Once those words were out there was no way for Eol to trust his words anymore. Out of political reason Turgon basically took the stand with the kinslayers he actually hated.

Actually it was reasonable for Eol to assume the worst. He might even assume even if he chose to stay, it would not only be a betrayal to Thingol and his heritage, but he would also be enthralled or even murdered anyway.

Then of course he would try to murder Maeglin. In his pov his son just decided to side with his maternal kinslayer family and serve the king who abducted and enslaved Sindar elves. How could he tolerate his son turning into murderer and slaver?

Of course he would stay silent about the poison and let Aredhel die. People did not stay in Gondolin willingly. She lied and covered for her evil brother.

Of course he would call Maeglin out for “forsaken your father and kin.” Because that was what he believed.

Of course he would curse Maeglin, because how could a half-Sindar be treated as a Noldor prince when the city abducted Sinder elves and forbid them to leave? It was not a curse; what he meant was Turgon would turn against Maeglin and executed him in the same way due to his Sindar blood.

Which was all very wrong. But I don’t think anyone could convince Eol that Turgon was not an evil colonist after the “stay or die” was out of the bag.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 10

content warnings: mentions of murder, non-human whumpee with non-human injuries, dehumanization

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It wasn’t until hours later that someone tall walked in, his perfect posture and unreadable expression reeking of confidence. I immediately ducked my head down, but he didn’t glance at me, his platform boots coming to a stop in front of the queen.

“Kieran,” she acknowledged, not looking up at him.

“Lucia. Pleasure to see you again. Your status as a former ruler means that I am required to show a certain level of respect for you, but please know that will not protect you from the consequences of breaking the law. It will only protect me from spitting on your grave.”

I tried desperately to remember what Prince Ryan had told me about Keiran last night. Someone had their information wrong, because he’d just called the queen a former ruler when her family had had the crown for sixteen generations. We’d come here to overthrow Keiran—that meant he was a king, right? Of what country? We hadn’t driven far enough to have left Sathenn last night, had we? All of Sathenn was the territory of the royal family, forever, but Kieran was a king somewhere, right?

“Lucia, your charges against the kingdom are as follows,” the man—Kieran—continued. “The murder of seven people last night, the-” He abruptly cut himself off, and I glanced up to see his eyes fixed on me.

Fuck.

I leaned further forward, straining my wings in an effort to stay balanced, hoping desperately that he’d continue whatever he was doing before. It seemed to have the opposite effect. “You have wings.”

I swallowed nervously. “Yes, sir.” His boots had spikes on them. I couldn’t tell if they were just decoration or if they were strong enough to be used to hurt. Decorative spikes could still hurt, but it’d ruin them to be used like that. That might not stop him, though. With boots like that, he wouldn't even have to crouch down to draw my blood, it'd be so easy. If he kicked me, it would- well, it probably wouldn’t be good, exactly.

Kieran glanced between me and the queen. “Lucia, where the hell did you get an angel? I can’t- You know what? I don’t want to know.” He crouched in front of me. “Hey. Angel. What’s your name?”

“Onyx. …Sir.” I didn’t lift my head up, hoping it would disguise the way my voice shook.

Obviously, it didn’t work, because his voice was gentle the next time he talked. “Okay, Onyx, my name is Kieran. Can you tell me what happened to your wing?”

“... Pardon?”

“Your wing. The broken one.”

The broken one. Right. Right. “That wasn't from last night. It’s been broken as long as I can remember, sir. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It was broken as a preventative measure, so that I couldn’t fly.”

“So that you couldn’t- Jesus. Okay. That’s sadistic. You’re going to need medical care for that, and for- what happened to your arm?”

My arm was from last night, but it was difficult to remember what had actually happened. It was a sword, I thought, probably, because Prince Cardan had… fuck, what had happened? He’d resisted the handcuffs, right?

“Sometime today, Onyx.”

“My apologies, sir. It got scraped last night.”

“Right. Medical care. Is anyone else in here injured?”

“Ryan fucked up his arm,” Prince Cardan blurted out, and Prince Ryan turned to glare at him.

“You fucked up my arm. Are you snitching on me to Kieran to get back at me for not letting you kill him? Is that what this is, you little piece of-”

“No one is snitching on anyone,” Kieran said firmly. “For better or worse, no one is treating anyone without explicit consent. Ryan, would you like medical assistance?”

Prince Ryan spat at Kieran’s boots.

“Fine by me,” Kieran muttered. “Onyx, medical care?”

I glanced at Prince Ryan, on my left, and he sighed. “They won't be able to do anything about your wing, but you can go if your arm hurts.” He was annoyed, maybe with his brother and maybe with me, but he wouldn’t have said I could if he hadn’t meant it. I wouldn’t get in trouble for going.

“Untie the angel and help him to the infirmary, please,” Kieran told a guard. I wouldn’t get in trouble from the royal family for going, but I supposed that he had made no promises.

“Onyx,” Prince Ryan said quietly, and I glanced back at him. “Do what they tell you, yeah? Be nice and compliant for them. Don’t get hurt.” Don’t get punished, he meant. Do what they tell you and stay out of trouble.

I could do that. I knew how to do that.

Prince Cardan laughed. “It's an angel, Ry, not some priceless artifact. Does it matter?”

Prince Ryan didn't give an answer, and the guard didn't wait for one anyway, ushering me out the door.

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veiled fate

Sun set, sun fell, Idris and Edom proposed a truce. The ever-lascivious King Asmodeus had folded, more than willing to open a new trade road between the kingdoms for the eldest Lightwood’s hand in marriage.

So now, Alec simply awaited his fate, watching impassively as servants and tailors fluttered around him like ants and bees, making sure he turned up to be the perfect bride.

A willing sacrifice.

His siblings tried to reject the proposal at first- anyone in their sane mind would, Asmodeus wasn’t known as a kind lover. All six of his wives had died painfully, some during childbirth, or the dangerous politic of the harem, or the king’s sadistic play. He took and took and took, until spring blooms cried to desserts, and he left to conquer another land.

Alec had no illusion he wasn’t the next victim. Better him than Izzy, that was.

“You can’t do this.” Came Jace’s whisper. “Please, there’s still time, run away, don’t let this marriage ruin your life.”

Alec was glad he was hiding behind the wedding veil, separating him from the desperate, sad expressions his brother must have on his face. “There’s no other choice.” Their kingdom needed this allegiance, and King Asmodeus wanted a new plaything. “It’s my duty, and I suggest you respect my choice, Jace.”

There was no other protest after that, just sounds of Jace pushing over everyone when he stormed out. He wouldn’t be far for long, he was in charge of leading Alec’s carriage to Edom.

The journey was tedious, exhausting even. Alec felt layers upon layers of silk and brocade weighing him down. The two kingdoms had spared no expense for this wedding to happen, especially with the wedding veil. While Edom gave away their precious lace, Idris tailors spent days and nights stitching pearls and crystals to every mile of the fabric.

An excessive cage, trapping Alec to his doom.

In the carriage. In Edom. In the ceremonial hall. Alec bowed and made the vow before the gods with his new husband, his heart growing colder by the second.

When servants had sat him down in the private chamber, Alec was numb from it all. Here he was, waiting for his brute of a husband to swoop in and take him, hands clenching in his lap.

The door creaked.

Alec's husband had come.

Tick. Tick. The water clock rolled. Alec heard footsteps coming closer.

Then there were hands lifting Alec’s veil while he remained quiet, his gaze fixed on the ground, one hand reaching into his sleeve, twisting the gold bangle. It was a gift from Izzy, and it cheered with the final chance to prove its usefulness.

Alec uncapped a secret hidden underneath the bracelet and felt a hefty weight on his hand, sharp and dangerous. He struck when the king got closer, lunging forward with his dagger, fighting with every last breath. Unfortunately, the king did the same, and in the end, victory didn’t smile upon Alec.

His back hit the bed below hard, anger and dejection seeping through his veins.

“Kill me if you want.” He spat out. “But as long as I live, I would never submit to you.”

“Oh darling, why’d I kill my bride?” The king smiled, his green golden eyes flickered in the dim light of candles, and Alec was annoyed the portrait sent to him hadn’t done this man justice. He was younger, and more approachable, though still carried similar striking features in the painting.

Alec breathed heavily, confusion rolled off in his throat. Asmodeus seemed more willing to play with his victim than he thought.

“Tsh– Look at me forgetting my manner.” Magnus leaned down, one hand pinning Alec’s hands above his head while the other used the prince’s dagger to slice off buttons on his fancy attire. Alec whimpered, feeling the coldness danced against his skin. Soon enough, the once lavish robe turned to ribbons, hanging desperately on Alec’s body. “There’s been a change in management, I’m Magnus Bane, and your new husband.”

Taking advantage of Alec’s stunned silence, Magnus took a step further, throwing Alec's legs over his shoulder. Alec moaned out loud, the first of a long night.

“My king–I, ah.”

“You’re so good for me, my darling consort. Say my name, say it.”

“M–Magnus, Magnus.”

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[slutforaemond]

Punishment

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader | SMUT |

SUMMARY: You get caught by your lord husband while doing something you weren't supposed to.

WARNING ⚠️ : degrading, sadistic, slight misogyny, verbal and physical shaming,minors dni .

It's honestly pretty rough this time and Aemond is kind of a huge jerk. I really don't know whether you'll like it or not. I think I exposed my whore self with this.🤧

A/n : I wrote this in a hurry and didn't get time to recheck so please let me know if there are mistakes.

"My lady!"

You jerk up from your position on hearing the concerned voice of your chamber maid.

"You might injure yourself if you sit that way"

You were sitting on the arm support of your husband's chair in his study. You thanked the gods that the maid didn't see the way you humped on it while letting out the dirtiest moans.

You glance back at her face to check if she really was oblivious to your perverse actions.

The maid didn't seem to suspect a thing and you sighed in relief.

A blush crept up your face on realising just what you had been doing.

You dismissed the maid as you returned to the chamber you shared with your husband.

You climbed up the massive bed and plopped down dejectedly.

You stared at the empty side of the bed where Prince Aemond slept and pouted.

Your husband had been away to the Stormlands for the matters of the realm. It had been three days now and he hadn't yet returned.

But what had got you so frustrated was the order your husband made to you before departing. He had sternly commanded that you were not to touch your cunt or relieve yourself in any way until he were to return.

You had behaved like a good obedient wife so far but the throb in your cunt was driving you mad. You had been going through Aemond's books in his study, and you didn't even realise how you ended up seeking pressure from his armchair.

Your cunt had been perpetually wet and dripping since morning. You couldn't focus on anything throughout the day.

You got innumerable weird looks for you unusual heavy breathing and glazed eyes. If only they knew the thoughts storming through your mind as you tried to subtly press your thighs together, willing yourself to focus on the conversation.

Queen Alicent had deduced that you were feeling under the weather as she found you all flushed.

She even made you drink medicinal herbs for better health; not like it helped with anything.

"What if I just brushed my fingers there?" you thought to yourself.

Aemond wouldn't be back till two more days; there is no way he would find out, would he?

You chewed your lower lip as you debated with yourself. You glance outside the huge window, just in case you saw massive wings of Vhagar flapping through the night sky .

You thought for a moment more before you decided you couldn't take it anymore.

Your hand darted beneath your skirts and found the swollen wet mound.

"Mhmm" you let out a loud moan as your cunt finds a much needed relief. You rub your clit with the pads of your fingers as you close your eyes in bliss.

You wished it was your husband's fingers making

You writhe with pleasure but you had to be satisfied with yours for now.

You were too busy riding out your high to hear the door to the chamber creak open.

" Does that feel good dear wife?" A gruff voice made you jump and sit straight up.

You eyes went wide as you saw Aemond leaning against the door frame looking at you with a furious glint in his eyes.

"N-no my prince , I w-was just -" you mumbled but one sharp look from him made you shut up immediately.

Aemond swiftly strode towards you and yanked out hand from your undergarments and held it to his face, examining the glistening slick dripping off your fingers.

"Hmm."

He sniffed your fingers deeply before licking it clean. His teeth grazed your skin harshly, making you flinch.

His steely eyes shifted to find your trembling pupils.

He held your face with one hand and said, " What did I instruct you to do before leaving (y/n)?"

The cold glint in his gaze made you tremble. You flicked your eyes down in shame of being caught.

The hand holding your face roughly jerked it back to it's position; looking up at him.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Even though his demeanor looked calm and his voice made you instinctively want to cower.

"You t-told me n-not to touch m-myself." You stutter out .

"Hmm and what pray were you doing?"

"Touching myself." Your voice came out in an embarrassed whisper.

You prided yourself in being the perfect wife. You loved how Aemond appreciated your domesticity.

Yet not only did you not obey him but also got caught in the act.

Your skin was burning with embarrassment as all you could think of was how your husband would now see you as a wanton slut.

Aemond was pissed but also surprisingly satisfied.

Married life with you had been a source of utmost bliss. Even though it had been merely months you two because spouses, it felt as if you're bodies were made for each other.

Aemond loved the way you submitted so easily to him, let him own every inch of you. He loved the way you worked so dutifully to servea and obey him. Aemond revelled in the feeling of your femininity. He made sure to be the ultimate provider for your needs and comfort.

His nights with you were divine; you bodies blending into each other to make your own colour of passion

But something had been bothering Aemond for a while.

You were too perfect. Even though he loved seeing you being so intune with your wifely duties, he was worried you were being too hard on yourself.

But that was not all. Aemond wanted to see you slip. He wanted to see your flustered experience of being caught in a mistake. He wanted a reason to let out his inner beast onto you that he had been holding back to protect your delicate body.

So when he finally saw the scene of you lying defencelessly trying to work your way to a satisfactory climax he knew you could never achieve with your own delicate fingers; he felt satisfied that he got the outcome he wanted.

He could already feel his member strain against his leather pants as leaned against the door frame listening to her soft purrs of pleasure.

It's going to be a wild night ; he thought to himself .

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Aemond made you stand in front of him while he sat down on the couch in a manspread.

He made you stand like that for quite a while as he stared blazingly at you.

Somehow the silence made him even more intimidating and you started to fiddle with your gown as your gaze shifted from side to side.

The anticipation of what's to come made you tremble in fear.

Suddenly a deep hum resounded the silent chamber and your husband's hand came up to tug at the neckline of you dress which made you crash onto him with a loud gasp.

He held onto your waist to steady you for a second but then pushed you down to your knees between his wide open legs.

His hand found his way back to your neckline but this time he ripped it down in a single motion.

Your hands intinctively came up to cover yourself but with one look of his , they went back to your your sides immediately.

Aemond crouched a bit to come close to your flushed face. He was so close that you could see his pupil dilate.

You were so lost in his gaze , you couldn't anticipate him pinching your nipple hard with the pad of his thumb and forefinger.

You yelped and tried to shirk back but he yanked you forward, this time both of your nipple within his grasp.

You bit your lip in pain as your eyes watered, and looked up at him in a silent plea, which was obviously ignored.

But oh how it pleased him! Aemond loved the expression gracing your face as he pinched your nipple sore.

He loved the round watery eyes looking up at him so helplessly. He raised a hand and smirked when you flinched at the motion. A swift slap came across your left tit making it bounce deliciously.

You couldn't help but let out a small scream.

"Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Hmm."

And then came another resounding slap followed by several others, but you dutifully stayed silent.

You breasts has angry red hand imprints on them. His hands were so massive it's marks covered your entire tit.

You didn't even realise when tears had started dripping down your face. Blinking away the wetness you looked up at Aemond.

The prince was thrilled more than he imagined he would. Your tear streaked face, red nose and trembling lips made his cock twitch like never before.

You on the other hand were extremely confused. You were being treated so roughly by your usually sweet and caring husband, but the wetness pooling below you stated anything but displeasure.

You were so turned on by the way your lord husband was treating you, it scared you.

"My perfect little wife. I couldn't ever fathom a lady such as you would turn out to be such a slut." Aemond smirked devilishly.

"You poor thing, you needed your husband's cock so much you couldn't even wait a few days. Tsk tsk."

Your eyes flicked back down in shame.

" You should've been patient, don't you agree?"

You nodded your head in reply.

"Words." He said warningly.

"Y-yes my lord. Forgive me." Your trembling voice came out in an almost whisper.

"I had planned on not giving you a release tonight."

Your eyes widened at him. There was no way you would survive not having a release tonight as well. You were sure you would collapse from the tension between your legs.

"But I decided to be merciful." He said while gently wiping your tears away.

You sighed in relief. You were glad your punishment was over. The anticipation of your husband's soft touches on you were enough to make you forget the pain .

You stirred to get up from your position but surprisingly Aemond pushed you back down.

" Who said you could get up dear wife? Don't tell me you thought it was over?" He said with a dark chuckle.

You were confused. Didn't he just say he would let you reach your release?

As if to reply to your inner thoughts Aemond said, " I did say I would help you but I didn't say how."

He took off his boots and prodded your throbbing wet pussy with his foot.

" Look at how wet your cunt is. Are you sure you are a noble lady? Because that cunt feels like it belongs to a pleasure house."

His harsh words brought back your tears as you try to push his leg away half heartedly.

You realised you weren't crying at his words, but the tears were your frustration at yourself pouring out. You were disgusted with yourself being aroused by such savagery.

Were you always this lewd?

Aemond stopped prodding you and leaned back on the couch with his arms behind his head. He nodded towards his outstretched leg and said, " Go ahead, rub on it. I thought you needed help?"

Your mouth hung open and you kept staring at him in disbelief.

" Never mind if you want it." He shrugged and prepared to get up.

Panicking you hurriedly latched onto his leg and straddled it.

"No! I- I'll do it."

You couldn't bare to look at him but you could feel his smile as you started to hump your wet self on his leg.

Your whole body was burning in shame but you kept rubbing yourself on Aemond while holding onto his knee for support.

Aemond whipped our his cock and started pumping furiously as he himself was unable to hold back anymore.

The sight of your your eyes closed in shame and please as your boobs bounced in a rythmic motion as you humped yourself away on his leg.

He held you in place by both your wrists with his free hand as you finally reached your release and were shaking so violently you were about to collapse. Your eyes rolled back to your head and you splewed profanities you had no idea you knew, as you squirted a fountain.

Seeing you reach your release , Aemond increased his pace and grunted in pleasure as he found his own high.

His cum splashed over your spent face, roping endlessly its own design.

The release was so intense you passed out right there in the position you were in.

But if you hadn't, you would have seen how your husband cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, and how he gently laid you down on your bed, as if he hadn't treated you like a common whore just a while ago.

You would've seen how he tucked you beneath the blankets and held you close in his embrace as he stroked your hair until he himself drifted off to slumber, all while breathing in you sweet scent.

[blues824]

Greetings! Here's some milk and cookies 🍪🥛, but for my request can I have the obey me side characters with Frankenstein reader from Noblesse?

Frankenstein is the most powerful human to ever exist and is Raizel's devoted servant. He made a contract with the Noblesse in the past and avoids the noble leaders but supports Raizel wholeheartedly, addressing Raizel as his "Master". After Raizel's apparent "disappearance" and betrayal at the hands of ex noble leaders, he had tried searching for his master to no avail. Frankenstein even left the Nobles and went into hiding to search for Raizel because he had suspicions that there could be a possibility that one or more of the Nobles contributed to his master's disappearance.

Frankenstein is also the principal and director of Ye Ran High School. He established the school hoping that some day his master would return and wished to provide a place where his master could lead a normal life. He was stunned to find Raizel in his school office after Raizel had woken up from 820 years of slumber, dressed in the school uniform.

Now, Frankenstein fights not only for his Master but also for everyone who is under his protection. Frankenstein shows concern for his Master when Raizel uses too much power or removes the seal that restrains the immense power of his "Soul Weapon". This worry is due to the opinion previously stated by Frankenstein that Raizel's body hasn't recovered even though he went into an extensive hibernation. Frankenstein worries a lot about his Master. He trains very hard to become stronger to prevent Raizel from using his power.

Frankenstein, like his Master Raizel, is very handsome and elegant. He is tall and has shoulder-length silky blond hair, with bright blue eyes and a cheerful smile. When he becomes overly boisterous, his aura changes and he sports a sadistic grin with an equally sadistic personality to match. He is regularly dressed in formal attire but has been seen to switch to a more casual style when at home. He wears glasses when performing his duties as Chairman of the school and has also been seen wearing monocles during flashbacks of him carrying out his research work hundreds of years ago

Maybe if you could add in like some feelings catching if you don't mind

Since gender wasn’t specified, I decided to keep it gender-neutral but more targeted towards a male reader. Also, I tend to stray away from physical appearances like blonde hair, blue eyes, etc. Reader is still handsome and elegant though.

Diavolo

Since your master was absent, you felt as though you needed someone to be loyal to, so why not pledge your undying loyalty to the Prince of the Devildom? Of course, this is in a different manner because you're pledging your loyalty as his significant other rather than as a servant.

Aside from Barbatos, you were his voice of reason. You understood when Diavolo had to cancel date plans because he had too much paperwork to be doing, and you often switched the date up to you two spending time together filling out the paperwork.

Because of your experience with running a school, you often gave suggestions to Diavolo on how to make things run smoother. You would have thought that the entire system was flipped upside down by how many changes you implemented.

Barbatos

You two truly understood each other because you both were advisors for Diavolo who acted on the behalf of RAD. In that, you both really got to understand each other. Working for the heir to the throne could be exhausting, and Barbatos is continually impressed as you prove to be efficient in your work even though you were human.

When you both started going out, dates were very rare and in-between because you were both so busy. However, your boss could see the tension between you and forced you both to take a day off to go on a date. You both had a lot of fun… if you know what I mean…

Anyways, the butler often is surprised at how well you offer knowledge not just as an advisor to Diavolo, but also as a friend. You both have been around for a while, but sometimes he even goes to seek your council on certain subjects.

Solomon

He has seen you in the human realm, and he is impressed by your abilities and dedication to serving Diavolo. However, there were a few times where he wanted to spend time with you but you declined and said that you were too busy. 

Eventually, he just takes you by the hand and leads you to a meadow where a picnic was set up. Solomon had let the Royals know what happened to you, and he had to tell you that it was fine to take a break every once in a while.

You were actually a big help in the whole student exchange program, even though you were one of the humans picked. Since this was a testing phase of the program, you played a huge part not only as a guinea pig, but also the one who formulates the questions on how it could do better. Solomon often helps you do this because he, too, is an exchange student.

Simeon

Up in the Celestial Realm, you were a big topic of debate. You were one of the strongest humans alive, and you could possibly pose a threat to the other Realms. However, Simeon only saw the good side. He finally understood Lilith and her actions, because he was in love.

When in the exchange program, he finds it hard to talk to you not just because he’s nervous but because you were a busybody. Your dedication to Diavolo was admirable, but also quite frustrating as he just wanted to spend time with his favorite human.

He often tries to help you in your work, and this doesn’t stop when you are together either. He always tries to lessen your workload. On another note, as he’s writing the next few volumes of TSL, he incorporates a character that was exactly like you.