#tw older sibling kink

[fioiswriting]

Muña | one shot

Summary : Marrying your bastard nephew to mend fences between your families wasn't exactly what you had planned. But when you realise that Jace has grown into a strong and handsome man, you might be ready to rethink your plans.

Rating : Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Aunt!Reader (Reader is Alicent and Visery’s daughter. She’s one year younger than Aegon)

TW : p in v sex, mommy kink, sub!Jace (kinda), Dom!Reader (but they both switch tbh), inappropriate use of the word muña, oral (f receiving), afab reader, incest, unprotected sex, not proofread

Words count : 8064

AN : hi everyone!! I’ve been very busy lately so I haven't had time to update BUT I’ve been working a bit on various fics. Sorry to all my Aemond girlies but today it’s time for some Jace x reader. It’s a fic I’ve written for my gf who’s turning into a Jace girlie 🤭 It's full of indecency and inappropriate things.

Also English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !! 

Enjoy 🖤

The gardens had become your refuge over the past few days. Under the shade of the trees, on the soft grass, you had found a peaceful haven away from the excitement caused by the arrival of your half-sister and her herd of bastards. The Red Keep made you feel suffocated. And seeing your mother pacing back and forth, running left and right, didn't help. You had to calm her down. You had to keep an eye on your older brother, making sure he didn't slip away into the maze of Flea Bottom for the umpteenth time. You had to hold your family together, and you were tired. 

You almost envied Daeron, in Old Town, away from the hustle and bustle of the court.

At least no one would think of looking for you where you were now. And you could enjoy a moment's respite, poring over the thick book you had borrowed from Aemond's library. Had he known that you had entered his room without warning, had he known that you had dared to disturb the perfect tidiness of his precious bookshelves, he would probably have threatened to feed you to Vhagar. But what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Besides, you could perhaps find a way to pay him back later. 

For now, you just needed to be left alone.

You stretched out, arms reaching for the sky. The sun's rays crept through the leaves, their warmth leaving a pleasant sensation on your face. Summer was back and you were delighted. The gentle breeze that ruffled the corners of your book and occasionally lifted the silver curls around your face gave you a sense of freedom. You deftly kicked off your shoes and lay back for a moment, your eyes closed.

Footsteps echoed on the cobbled floor, and you sighed in annoyance. You didn't have to open your eyes to see who it was. You recognised his footsteps. So, you kept your eyes closed. With any luck, he would continue his way and leave you alone to find someone else to annoy.

"Hey, my favourite little sister," Aegon exclaimed as he landed heavily beside you, his body brushing against yours. You opened one eye to acknowledge him, then closed it again, your arms crossed behind your head. "Aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on me?" he insisted when he saw you weren't answering him. "You know, make sure I don't run off or end up drunk somewhere…Stuff like that. Which our mother probably asked you to do."

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. It was true that Aegon was terribly annoying. But of all your siblings, Aegon was still your favourite.

You resigned yourself to rolling onto your stomach, your chin resting on your hands and your head tilted sideways to face him.  "My dear brother," you replied sarcastically. "Unable to occupy yourself, as usual."  He rolled his eyes before reaching out to remove a leaf that had gotten caught in your hair. He subtly ran his fingers through one of your curls, his touch as light as a feather. "And why have you decided to come and disturb my moment of peace, tell me?"

He blew the leaf away and you watched as it flew away on the breeze. Your big brother's eyes shone with mischief. "Why would I need a specific reason to spend time with my favourite sister?" he added, and it was your turn to roll your eyes. He moved to lie next to you, his body practically pressed against yours. 

If you moved a few centimetres, your elbows would touch his. 

You'd always been inseparable, and the habit had stuck over time, even when the teenage years had driven you apart. But in those moments, you were like two children again, ready to run away from Septa lessons to get into mischief in the castle.

“Because you always have a reason for everything,” you replied, and he looked at you with a fake hurt look that was greatly exaggerated. With Aegon it was easy. It had always been easy.  He wasn't as serious as Aemond, he wasn't as strange as Helena, and he wasn't as far away as Daeron.

"I just wanted to make sure my little sister was all ready to meet her betrothed tonight." He paused. "And also, that she hadn't suddenly decided to become a pious woman and follow the path of the Seven." His voice lowered. You poked him in the ribs. "See? I'm a caring big brother. I care about you."

"Shut up, Aegon," you replied. He laughed. Then he rolled onto his back, arms crossed behind his head, one leg bent, and he closed his eyes. The golden rays caught in his long lashes made him look like an angel. 

Everything he wasn't. 

'Well?' He added. “Excited to see Jacaerys Strong?”

You sat cross-legged. The bracelets on your wrists clinkled. Aegon knew how much the idea horrified you. You had no desire to marry Jace, to sacrifice your freedom for your half-sister's bastard eldest son. You had no desire to leave the Red Keep, to follow him to Dragonstone and spend your life bearing him children. It was your mother and Rhaenyra's idea, of course.

The union of the eldest daughter of one and the eldest son of the other, as a way of repairing the rift that has grown between your families over time. 

As if you were destined to mend fences, to undo the mistakes of your own parents.

It wasn't that you hated Jace. But he was your older sister's son, a bastard who had pretensions he shouldn't have precisely because he was a bastard. He was the model son, the perfect son, the prodigy son, the one who always did everything right. It irritated you. He irritated you with his brown curls and his awkward posture.

 It wasn't fair that your father showered him with praise when he could barely remember your own name.

You stood up, smoothing the folds of your red dress to make yourself more presentable, and you caught your brother's eyes on your body, his eyes riveted on the thin fabric that revealed your delicate shapes. God, you loved to play with that. You knew how to get men wrapped around your finger with your sweet, innocent air, and Aegon was the first victim. You approached him and held out your arm to help him up, which he accepted by pulling himself to his feet heavily. After putting your shoes back on, you bent down to pick up the thick book in your arms. If you lost it, you could be sure that Aemond would be angry with you. And that was a risk you didn't want to take.

 "Perhaps you're right, lēkia. I'd better go and make myself more presentable for my betrothed. I wouldn't wish to disgrace our family." And with that you turned back, your hair swirling in the air behind you as Aegon watched you go with a small smile on his face. 

You knew how much Aegon hated being ignored, and even more so when it came from his little sister. You knew that he would return with his tail between his legs and a pleading look on his face. Between his constant whining and his dirty jokes, he gave you little respite, but it was a game that had developed between you; a game that, deep down, you enjoyed.

He was so predictable. 

“If I had known you liked strong men, I would have dyed my hair,” you heard him shout from behind you. Aegon wasn't the least bit shy. You shook your head, your silver locks bouncing.

"Get lost, you moron," you replied without even turning around.

The meal in honour of your betrothal promised to be exciting.

*** 

As soon as he saw you, your nephew rose to pull the chair beside him in a gallant gesture, and you found yourself watching him. Really watching him. His long, broad fingers on the back of the chair. His dark locks falling around his face. His precise features; his straight nose and deep eyes and square jaw. You hadn't realised how much your nephew had changed. He'd grown up too, and he was now a good head taller than you. 

He had become a strong man, indeed.

But you refused to admit that Jacaerys Strong had become quite pleasant to look at.

"Princess," he said, pushing the chair back for you to sit down. Fingers brushed the skin of your partly bare shoulders. The touch had lasted a fraction of a second, enough to make you wonder if it had been a figment of your imagination. 

"Lord Strong," you replied in greeting. If the words hurt him, Jace didn't show it. Always the perfect son. What would it take to push him over the edge? To crack the shell he'd built around himself? To shatter the image of the gentleman?

To your right, Aegon was already seated. He was holding a glass of wine between his fingers while Aemond seemed to be lecturing him about something you couldn't understand. The exchange between you and Jace had obviously not escaped his notice, and the corner of his mouth had already curled into a smirk. You knew what it meant. 

His silence was full of implications, louder than any words. 

Your mother had lectured him before dinner, warned him to behave because that was what was expected of him, and she was counting on you to make him obey. 

But your older brother didn't say anything. He simply raised his glass in your direction, his lips forming a word that you couldn't read. You weren't sure if you were relieved or disappointed.

You looked at your nephew. He had donned a gambison in the colours of the Velaryons, and you couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation. 

After all, a bastard in blue was still a bastard.

"Enjoying King's Landing?" you asked your betrothed, in an attempt to start a conversation. His attention turned to you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. 

“It's quite different from what I remember,” he replied, his voice a little lower than usual, his warm eyes meeting yours. “But of course it all depends on the company you are with."

You hesitated, suddenly unsure.

You hated what the sound of his voice did to you. You hated the way his eyes suddenly made you feel vulnerable. 

Fuck.

“It all depends on the company, indeed. And do you find yourself in good company tonight, nephew?" You gave him a defiant look, as if to judge his reaction. 

As if to unveil what he held within himself. 

“I'm not quite sure. Should I?” He paused, one eyebrow raised. He had taken the bait. “What would yousay?”

His eyes sparkled with something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It wasn't the malice you usually found in Aegon's eyes when he wanted to tease you. It wasn't the gleam that animated his mind when he came up with a new plan for you to cover. 

"I would say I'm in pretty strong company," you replied as you took your cup, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of your lips that you hid behind the glass. 

You were cruel, giving him no respite, you knew. But you admired his composure. He hadn't cracked yet. 

You knew men who were less patient.

Jace leaned towards you. A slight tilt of the head, just to make sure you were the only one to hear him. As if he wanted to share a secret with you. “Careful, Aunt,” he began, his voice suddenly quieter than before. It was almost a whisper. “I might begin to think you enjoy my company.”

You know I don't, you wanted to reply, but Jace had already straightened up as if nothing had happened, his head turned away from you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Baela give him a questioning look, and an unfamiliar sensation stirred in the pit of your stomach. 

An unpleasant heat. 

A hint of irritation.

You were annoyed, and you didn't know why.

“Look how handsome your betrothed has made himself for you,” Aegon sneered as he reached for the decanter and leaned in close to your ear. “A true Velaryon, isn't he?” He huffed.

You wanted to slap him on the thigh, make him swallow his mockery. 

“If you think he's so handsome, I can happily leave him to you,” you replied, and Aegon's eyes widened. You saw him take a sip of wine, and something deep inside you told you he probably wasn't opposed to the idea. His usual mischievous smile was hidden behind the wine glass, but there was no mistaking his eyes.

Aegon had that tendency to give himself away, and you could read him like an open book.

The meal proved to be as boring as you had imagined. Small talk exchanged over fake smiles. An illusory moment in which everything seemed to be going well for one evening.

You weren't fooled, and you knew it was all a facade. You knew your family well enough to understand that the slightest spark could set things alight. You knew your brothers well enough to realise that all it would take was a simple glance between them to liven up an evening they found dull.

You just hoped they wouldn't cause too much trouble tonight.

To your left, Jace was still deep in conversation with Baela. They had that kind of complicity that made your blood boil inside; a shared laugh that sounded in your ear like the squeaky music you hated. You frowned. It was you, his betrothed. It was you, not Baela, and you didn't understand why that statement was suddenly so important. 

After all, you despised this union. You hated Jace. You had no desire to promise him the rest of your life.

Jace was a bastard, and you deserved better.

So why did the sight of him touching Baela's hand cause a twinge of jealousy in your body?

His fingers brushed over hers absently. A light touch on her knuckles. 

And all you felt was fire.

And then. Then, your fingers slipped under the wooden table. 

You knew you were playing with fire. And you knew that if anyone paid too much attention to what you were doing, they would see that you weren't exactly behaving like the perfect Princess Targaryen you were supposed to be.

But you didn't care.

You let your fingers wander, running along the outside of Jace's thigh before moving up to settle in the hollow that connected his thigh to his hip. With a faint touch, your fingertips brushed the inside of his thigh, and then lower, tracing small circles through the fabric that was already beginning to tighten. 

Jace almost choked. 

He spat out the contents of his glass, his dark gaze fixed on you. Everyone had fallen silent, their heads turned towards him. Rhaenyra's eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

And you hadn't removed your hand. 

An innocent smile lit up your face, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You wondered if Aegon could read you. If he could see that look on your face, so similar to his own. That distinctive feature you shared. 

Deciding to play with your prey a little longer, you put on your best fake concerned face, pretending to be worried about his health.

"Are you all right, Jacaerys?" you asked, your voice a little higher than usual as your nails dug into the fabric of his breeches. Not to hurt him, of course. Just enough to wake a certain part of him, just enough to remind him that you were his betrothed.

He cleared his throat and coughed again.

“I swallowed wrong,” he replied. 

Your fingers crept a little higher, trying to explore his upper thigh, where you knew your nephew would be sensitive. You didn't want to be rational tonight, you wanted to let the fire take over and consume you. 

You wanted to let the sleeping dragon within you awaken.

The taste of the forbidden was divine, and the heat spreading through your lower belly was too delicious to stop now.

"Be careful, mandianna. We're not married yet." you said.  We're not married yet and look where I've got my fingers. You kept your thoughts to yourself. "I wouldn't want to find myself a widow already," you replied in High Valyrian, amused, and Jace looked at you with his big brown eyes, somewhere between anger and excitement, embarrassment and curiosity. 

Under the table, out of sight, your hand brushed the stretched fabric where you could read the confirmation of what he was feeling, the manifestation of his desire.

He was hard.

Perfect.

It was you who provoked this. 

He responded to your touch.

You felt a familiar breath on the back of your neck and realised Aegon was leaning against you again. He was pretending to serve you some of the vegetables that had just been brought in for the starter, taking the opportunity to whisper in your ear as he did so well. "Try to be more discreet, little sister," he chuckled softly, his voice nothing more than a whisper to make sure no one heard you. Discreetly, he nodded to where your hand still rested on your nephew's thigh. He tilted his head. "Rhaenyra is right in front of us. Do you think she can see what you're doing to her son under the table?"

He put on his best disinterested face. As if the words exchanged between you were nothing more than banalities. 

As if he weren't commenting on the indecent deeds you were doing under the table, unworthy of a girl of your rank.

"Shut up, Aegon," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. You didn't want him drawing any more of your family's attention to you, especially when you hadn't finished playing.

Your big brother gave you a knowing wink, as if to promise you that your secret was safe with him.

And you decided to continue entertaining yourself with the new game you'd invented.

You were bold, and you decided that if Jace didn't already know it, he would find out soon enough.

*** 

It wasn't that Jace was disappointed with his betrothal. You were divine, and the dress you wore made you so regal that he couldn't keep his attention anywhere but on your body, on your cleavage so gracefully offered to his gaze.

It was precisely why he had turned to Baela, why he had tried to distract himself with their conversation, why he had desperately tried to find something else to hold on to.

Because you were making him lose his footing. And that was a feeling he hated.

No, Jace did not regret his betrothal. You were everything a man could want; you were beautiful, you were regal, you were clever, and above all, you were a Targaryen. A princess. The king's daughter.

The only problem was you were distant and elusive.

Jace remembered your pretensions and mockeries from his childhood. He remembered the little brat you were, following in your older brother's footsteps. He remembered a little girl with a strong temper, who knew what she wanted. He remembered the pranks, not just the ones he'd taken part in, like the Pink Dread, but the ones that had turned against him because of you and Aegon, too.

It was clear that the little girl you had once been, taller than him, with long silver curls and an air of self-assurance far too confident for her young age, had grown into a beautiful young woman. 

And that was something Jace hadn't considered.

He couldn't concentrate on his conversation with Baela, not when your fingers were digging through the linen of his breeches into the flesh of his thigh, as if to remind him to whom he had been promised.  

Your fingers, slender, light, burning against his inner thigh. 

He clenched his jaw.

All around him, the words and faces of the guests mingled in a swirl of sound and colour. Fuck.

Fuck.

His breeches were really becoming too tight.

You'd dared to do that. You'd dared to slip your fingers under the table, in front of everyone, and Jace didn't know whether to admire your audacity or wrap his fingers around your wrist and force you to take them off. 

Suddenly he felt hot, a familiar warmth spreading between his loins. 

He wasn't sure he could get up, not with his member pulsing between his thighs. 

Fuck. You weren't supposed to make him feel like this. He wasn't supposed to feel such a desire for you when you weren't officially married.

This dinner was about officially declaring your betrothal, not consummating a union not yet pronounced.

He was trying to calm down. He tried to ground himself back into reality. Perhaps by staring intently at the contents of his plate he could ignore the sensation of your fingers rising dangerously high; the desperate need to finally have your fingers wrapped around his manhood.

His knees slammed into the table in a sudden movement.

Your fingers had just brushed the bulge that had formed between his thighs. 

And he needed more, infinitely more.

You couldn't have the cruelty to arouse such lust in him and then leave him like that. He would never forgive you.

"Stop that," he growled in your direction, low enough for no one else to hear. 

But you still had that damn innocent smile, that damn audacity to act as if nothing had happened. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, mandianna." Nephew. The sound of the High Valyrian rolling off your tongue sent a wave of heat between his legs. Seven hells, you were going to be the death of him. 

He wanted more. 

He needed more. 

More of your fingers around him, more of your tongue against his length, more of that innocent look on your face as you knelt before him, more of your tight cunt.

Jace was on the verge of losing it. You'd made him a slave to his own desire. You had closed your claws around him and he knew there was no turning back now.

“If you play with fire too much, you might get burned, muña," Jace retorted, leaning towards you, and he felt the imperceptible movement of your hand twitching at the threat. Aunt.

Despite his dwindling strength, King Viserys tried to make a speech about family, betrothal, and a whole host of other undoubtedly honourable values, but neither you nor Jace paid any attention. You were caught up in your own game.

Then Jace stood up, forcing you to remove your hand. 

You could see he was uncomfortable, for you knew where to look, for you knew what you had done. 

You knew he had a painful erection between his thighs, and it was all because of you.

But you could only admire your nephew's composure. 

“To my uncles, Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. I have fond memories of our shared childhood.” His glass between his fingers, he raised it in the direction of his uncles, then turned to you. "And to my sweet and beautiful bride-to-be, who I'm sure will never cease to surprise me with her daring and surprising side. May our marriage be filled with joy and satisfaction".

The toasts continued, as did the meal. The servants had brought the rest of the dishes consisting of steaming meat and tasty garnishes. It was almost too joyous, almost too happy to be real. As if there was a threat lurking somewhere in the corner.

But Jace still had to teach you a lesson.

The music started, the sound of instruments filling the room. Jace apologised to Baela and walked over to his aunt. His other aunt. Your sister. 

And you felt the anger return; the same inner turmoil as before. 

Jace had held out his hand to Helaena and led her to dance a little further away. You immediately exchanged a questioning look with your brother, who had also stared at Jace in disbelief as he had walked away on your little sister's arm.

"So?" Aegon began. "It seems your betrothed didn't appreciate your little game?" You glared at him, but he just scoffed. "If he changes his mind... You know I like it." 

You wondered if you could do the same. You wondered if you could ask Aegon to dance and if Jace would feel the same bubbling inside him, the same jealousy coursing through his veins.

You hated that feeling. 

You shouldn't feel that kind of emotion, especially not for him.

You obviously didn't see it, too focused on your own annoyance, but Jace kept glancing in your direction, as if to make sure you saw him. 

He wanted to make you jealous. He wanted to fuel the feeling he'd identified in you. He wanted to catch you at your own game. And one thing was certain, Jace hadn't played all his cards yet.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

After a moment that seemed an eternity, your betrothed returned to sit beside you, Helena going back to her own seat. You were less and less able to hide your annoyance, and no doubt Jace noticed, for he leaned towards you, a satisfied look on his face. "Your sister is very sweet," he murmured. He knew very well that this simple phrase would be enough to send you over the edge. 

You liked attention. You liked compliments. You liked to be praised. 

You said nothing back. But Aegon had his trademark grin, the one that stretched his lips when he had a devious plan, and he was already getting up on the pretext of serving Baela some wine so he could whisper in his nephew's ear.  "I know my little sister can be particularly demanding.” He paused. “And difficult to tame. So if you ever need any advice... Or demonstrations…"

Jace was fuming, but he knew he had to keep his cool. It was Aegon, typical Aegon, to push his buttons, to succeed in making him suddenly unsure of himself, to make his mind confused. His fingers closed around his cup, his jaw clenched, and it took all his self-control not to throw the contents in his uncle's face. 

He didn't even look at Aegon, who had returned to his seat with a triumphant smile.

But you felt something under the table. Something slipped between the folds of your dress, along your skin, discreetly, lightly, a delicious touch against your skin that made you want more.

Your eyes widened.

Jace. 

Jace the perfect son. Jace the model son. 

Jace slipping his fingers under your dress, touching the skin of your thigh, rising dangerously high where you could already feel the wetness forming in the crease between your thighs. 

This was the moment he snapped, you knew it. You hadn't heard your brother's words, you had only seen him lean towards your betrothed, but you knew he must have struck a chord with Jacaerys Velaryon. That he had probably touched his weak spot. 

Or perhaps you were just getting your comeuppance. After teasing him, after making him hard and desperate.

Jace moved his hand, tracing the space where your skin was soft and tender, all the way up your thigh, with a slow, gentle touch. His hand moved further towards the centre of you, where you were sensitive, and he brushed against your crotch. He didn't even need to apply any pressure with his fingertips to tell that you were wet.

Your hips automatically moved towards his hand in search of more contact, causing you to wiggle in your chair. All you wanted to do was grab his wrist, force him to slide his fingers under the fabric separating you, force him to touch you right here. But you were still at dinner and the game was becoming far too dangerous. 

"I told you to be careful," Jace whispered as he withdrew his fingers and resumed his serious gaze, his fingers fidgeting on the wood of the table. “Two can play at this game.”

And then perhaps the Seven heard you. Perhaps they were offering you a way out. To be honest, you weren't sure if it was a miracle or a curse. For Aemond had risen, and he had done what he did best; he had made a mocking and provocative speech to his nephews. 

Everything happened quickly. Jace and Luke leapt to their feet to answer the provocation, Aemond and Aegon were ready to fight back, and even Baela and Rhaena were prepared to defend their family. You had no time to move, no time to react, for dinner was already over, and so was your little game of cat and mouse with Jace.

This was your way out, you knew it. You were tired of sitting around a table listening to boring speeches. And the entertainment that had consisted of sliding your fingers under the table to push Jacaerys Strong over the edge had now turned against you.

"I shall rest," you warned your mother, who was deep in conversation with Rhaenyra, her features wrinkled with worry. "Tonight's events have left me somewhat tired. And I think a night's rest would do me a world of good."  She nodded, stroking your hair, and you knew instinctively what she was thinking. Always the perfect daughter.

And as you passed through the heavy door of the dining room, you hurried off in a direction that was not that of your room.

Oh, but if she knew.

*** 

Thankfully, the corridor was deserted. You didn't have the slightest desire to run into a guard who would ask you where you were going or escort you to your room for security reasons. 

Your steps were as discreet as possible on the stone floor, like those of a small mouse. You moved quickly, stealthily, almost on tiptoe.

Only the crackle of the fire broke the heavy silence between the cold walls, where the dancing shadows of the flames distorted.

You slowed your pace. You had a doubt. You weren't sure which door was the one you were looking for. 

And then suddenly, as you reached the end of the corridor, you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you against the wall, away from prying eyes. A strong grip, as if it didn't want to let you vanish again.

Jace was holding you between the wall and his own body. Despite the darkness, you could see his eyes shining in the candlelight, fueled by a devouring hunger you didn't know he possessed. He stared at you for a moment. His eyes in yours. A tension hung between you, burning, ready to consume you both, and you were completely willing.

Gently yet firmly he turned your body. Your chest against the cold wall, your back against his warm chest, and you pulled your hips back to provoke him. You wouldn't succumb so easily, not to Jacaerys.

He pressed himself against you, moving his pelvis forward so you could feel his hard member against the top of your buttocks.

"Do you feel what you're doing to me?" Another thrust of his hips. "Can you feel the effect you're having on me?" He pressed harder against you. Through the layers of fabric between you, you could almost feel him throb. Gods, he seemed big. "Teasing me all evening... Such a tease, aren't you?"

If it wasn't the consequence of your own actions.

You stifled a moan with your arm so as not to attract any patrolling guards. What you were doing was dangerous. At any moment you could be caught. At any moment you could be in big trouble.

But you couldn't stop now. Not when the best was yet to come.

You moved again, seeking more contact, seeking to make Jace harder and more painful than he already was, and you turned your head to challenge him. "What if it's you who's just too weak?"

You felt his hoarse breath against the back of your neck, at the base of your hair. He seemed to be hesitating, thinking. About what he was going to do to you, about what he was going to do to make sure you were responsible for your actions. Again he turned you so that you had your back to the wall, facing him, and you recognised the gleam of desire in his eyes.

Towering over you, he lowered his gaze to you, your faces inches apart. For a moment he let his eyes devour you, wandering from your eyes to your lips, from your lips to your breasts, visible through the fabric of your dress. He wanted to keep this image printed behind his eyelids; your half-open lips, your pleading gaze, like that of a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

You looked ravishing.

"Tell me to stop," Jace murmured. And you knew it was the sensible thing to do, you knew it was better to stop everything now, while it was still possible to turn back. For you weren't married yet. 

But you had no desire to be responsible.

His fingers curled around a lock of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, waiting for your answer before continuing.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" you replied, your eyes locked with his. He felt your hand against his cheek as you detailed his face, tracing his well-sculpted cheeks, and he longed for more contact, his face seeking the warmth of your palm. 

You put your arms around his neck to draw him closer, to close the distance between your lips, to feel his warmth against your body.

To quench this desire, this need that was becoming uncontrollable.

And your lips met in a feverish, urgent kiss. He pressed you further against the wall, his fingers running down your sides, brushing against the breasts he so craved.

He found your hips and his fingers worked frantically up the bottom of your dress in a crumpled ball of fabric to reach your core. "Look at how wet you are." His fingers brushed your folds through your undergarments. "All of this just for teasing me." He pressed one hand against the wall, still leaning against you, but not giving you what you wanted: his hand had stopped, and you tried to wiggle your hips to force him to continue, to force him to give you what you wanted.

Deep down, you loved the way he was losing control. 

You loved that side of Jace you didn't know. 

So you grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers under the last barrier that separated his skin from yours. 

The sensation was delicious. 

The touch of his warm fingers against your folds sent a wave of heat from your lower belly through your entire body. You didn't want him to stop. "Here." You breathed against his lips. "This is where muña needs you." Aunt. He tensed beneath you, and you wondered if it was the ambiguity of the family tie, uttered in High Valyrian, that had such an effect on him. 

You let your lips brush against his.

He collected your wetness on his fingers, exploring the slit between your folds up to your little pearl. You were soaking wet. And you desperately needed him inside you. 

His fingers slid down to your opening where he applied a little pressure with the tip of his index finger without ever penetrating you.

"I know," he murmured, drawing small circles before abandoning your opening to return to your bud. "But I can't give you what you want now."

You whimpered under his cruelty, against his lips. 

You could see through his game. 

He wanted to make you beg, but you weren't the kind to beg. You were the one with the power and you were going to show him.

"We shouldn't stay here," you muttered, rubbing yourself against your nephew's hand. "If someone catches us..."

Jace nodded his head in agreement, withdrawing his fingers glistening with your juice, which you guided to his own lips, spreading the stickiness against his lips. 

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you taste me."

And with that, he pulled you into his room.

*** 

Lying on the bed where you'd pushed him, Jace watched as you removed your dress, his prominent erection stretching the fabric of his breeches. The dress fell to the floor, forming a red puddle that you stepped over, one foot after the other.

Your nephew couldn't look away from your hypnotic figure, but his eyes inevitably wandered back to your breasts. You'd seen him glancing at your cleavage all evening, you could tell he wanted to run his fingers over your soft flesh, his lips over your nipples, and now that you were completely naked in front of him, you could see the unmistakable desire in his eyes.

You walked up to him. He clenched his jaw when he saw you. You, and the perfection of your shape, your little pointed nipples, the tantalising path that led from your chest to the space between your thighs where he knew you were soaked for him. 

The flat of your hand pressed against his chest, forcing him to lie down between the pillows. He complied, never breaking the eye contact between the two of you, and you took your place on top of him, your legs on either side of his body. His husky breath escaped through his parted lips, lightly caressing your face.

You were naked, he was still dressed, and you had infinite power over him.

You lowered your hips against his covered crotch, the essence of your desire staining the linen of his breeches as your hips began to move slowly.

You leaned down and traced his jaw with the tip of your lips, planting kisses along his throat. Underneath you, his member twitched. Mimicking what he'd done earlier, you let your fingers rest on the painful bulge between his legs and whispered, "I know." You applied a little more pressure, drawing a moan from between his lips. "I know it's painful. But I can't give you what you want right now."

Jace growled. He wanted to turn you over, slam you against the mattress, pound into you and make you swallow your insolence. But he wanted to see how far you were willing to go. He wanted to see you keep control for a while longer.

You deftly undid his breeches to make it easier for your hand to slip through. You found his hard member, warm and heavy between your fingers.

It was a new sensation. As a model princess, you'd never ventured into this territory, saving your maidenhood for your future husband.

But Jace was your future husband.

You closed your fingers around him, your thumb collecting the sticky beads that had already formed at the tip of his cock and spreading it along his length. 

"First I want to come on your tongue," your lips articulated against the skin of his throat as the hand that was in his breeches moved up his torso to close around his jaw, your thumb caressing his lower lip to emphasise your words. "Will you let me?" you added. In response, he let the tip of his tongue slip between his lips, touching the pad of your finger. "Let me show you," he whispered.

And indeed, Jace worked devotedly between your thighs, his tongue tracing the length of your slit, drinking in your essence as it flowed from your entrance like a delicious nectar. His tongue tickled your little knob, his thumbs spreading your folds to gain access to the treasure he coveted.

One of his fingers found your hole clenching around nothing, tracing small circles against it to force you to voice what you wanted. "Do you need me here?" he whispered against your flesh, the vibration of his deep voice sending shivers through your core. Your hands buried themselves in the dark mass of his hair and you moved your hips against his face, urging him to maintain the contact of his mouth against you. "Use your words, muña," he added, despite his nose being buried between your folds.

When you gave him the answer he was waiting for, he let a finger enter you in a delicious stretch. You held back a moan, your fingers digging deeper into his hair, not caring if you were hurting him or not. He continued to explore your cunt with his tongue, like a thirsty man, like a devoted man.

You wouldn't last long, your release close.

Jace then added a second finger. The sensation of his fingers inside you, against that rough spot, combined with that of his tongue between your folds, against your pearl, was simply divine. 

"Go on," Jace started, but you immediately cut him off. "Shut up." You didn't want him to speak. You wanted him to continue with his damn tongue, with his broad fingers inside you. You didn't want him to stop. "I am... I am close."

And your climax washed over your entire body like a wave of warmth. Your legs closed around your nephew's face.

It was probably one of the best sensations you'd ever experienced.

Still between your legs, his fingers gripping your thighs, Jace collected your arousal on his tongue, sending shivers of overstimulation down your spine, and your whole body shuddering in a brutal spasm. You straightened up, knees still bent, your hand returning to your nephew's hair to guide him over you, his face close to yours. You stroked his cheek gently, as if to let him know he was a good boy, and your thumb picked up the sticky fluid that was smeared all over the bottom of his face.

You were both out of breath. You from the intense release you'd felt, he from the dedication he'd shown.

A smirk formed at the corner of your lips, and you pressed your thumb between his lips to ensure he didn't waste anything. Jace tilted his face close to yours. "You taste divine," he breathed, turning your cheeks red. "But now I need to be inside you."

His fingers slipped between your thighs, where your centre was pulsing, still far too sensitive from the ministrations he had given you. 

"You can give me another, can't you?" He asked, and you nodded, so sore.

After he undressed, Jace pushed on your shoulders to make you lie down, but you skilfully changed positions, taking him by surprise.

You were unwilling to give him the power he wanted, not yet.

Straddling him, you moved your hips to rub your crotch against his erect manhood, spreading your wetness along his length. Beneath you, his torso rose and fell rapidly, and the grunts he let out conveyed his need for more. So your hand sought his hard member, guiding it to your entrance without letting it penetrate you. "So?" you asked playfully. "Do you think you've been a good boy ? Do you think you deserve to be inside me?" You wanted to make him beg, and Jace could see right through you. "To be the first?" you added, lowering your voice slightly, as if you were telling him a secret.

But he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.

So he capitulated, giving you the defeat you'd been waiting for.

"Yes." he breathed. "Please." Your victorious smile stretched your lips and you guided him further against you, pressing his erection against your opening. Fuck. He was massive.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, ready to feel your velvet walls tighten around him, but you blocked his hip movement. 

It wasn't enough.

"Please who?" you asked, your fingers moving back and forth around his manhood. He glared at you. You were gloating. "Please, muña," he finally begged, and you gave him what he wanted.

You lowered your hips to let him slide into you in a long thrust that stretched you around him. He was indeedmassive, and the new sensation of having him inside you was a delicious mix of dull pain and burning pleasure. You stood still for a moment to adjust to his presence inside you, your core throbbing around him. The initial pinch gradually dissipated, replaced by a pleasant sensation that sent a wave of warmth through your body. 

And then he began to thrust in and out, pushing up to sink into you. "Fuck...fuck, you're tight," Jace growled. Your loose hair cascaded down either side of your face, tickling his cheeks, and he caught it in a messy bun to hold it behind your head. 

You could feel the same pleasure as before building up in your lower abdomen. 

Gods, you could feel him so intensely. So deeply too. Bouncing rhythmically against that particular part of you. 

You buried your head in his neck, his woody scent filling your nostrils.

It was primal. Animal, between the two of you. All that mattered was the here and now. Your body against his, the sweat beading between you, the moans filling the room.

Jace tugged at your hair, causing you to throw your head back, freeing access to your chest, and he straightened up into a sitting position, his member still deep inside you, to find your breast. He buried his face in it and your hand instinctively found the back of his head to stroke his hair. Jace's lips traced a trail of kisses down the valley between your breasts, following the curve of your flesh before closing around your nipple, which he sucked gently. One of his arms wrapped around you to hold you tight against him, his other hand resting on the breast he wasn't devouring.

You stayed like that for a while, your legs on either side of him, his mouth seeking solace in your breasts, the divine sensation of being full, with him inside you, in the softness of the night, the flames rocking your lovemaking.

One of Jace's arms finally found your back and in one swift movement he reversed position. He desperately needed more, sensing that he wouldn't last long. 

He pinned you beneath him, against the mattress, your legs immediately closing around him and the pace quickened.  His thrusts became more messy, more sloppy because of your two combined essences.  "You're mine, now" he grunted, and you shivered. His index and middle fingers wandered between your folds, caressing the spot where you were joined before moving to the pearl hidden at the top of your slit. "Am I?" you replied teasingly. You could feel him throbbing inside you. "Then be a good boy now and give muña your seed."

That was the spark that ignited the fire. Jace quickened the rhythm of his hips, his fingers still buried between your folds, his movements erratic. With each of his thrusts, you felt his member hitting that sensitive spot against your spongy inner walls. You tensed and for the second time that evening, your release flooded your entire body.  You were followed by your nephew as Jace spilled into you, his seed painting white ropes against your womb.

He lay still inside you for a moment, his cock softening as you both caught your breath, your hands in his dark curls, his head at the nape of your neck. 

You winced as he withdrew from your still sensitive core, his now cold seed flowing between your thighs. Jace dropped down beside you, satisfied. Then you turned to him. You grabbed his wrist one last time and guided his fingers to your centre, where your folds were smeared with the remnants of your lovemaking.

"Look how much you've left inside me," you whispered into his ear, making Jace collect his own seed on his fingertips and push it back into you. "I'm going to keep it all inside me, would you like that, sweet boy?" you whispered again.

And Jace pulled you against him to kiss you, his member stirring between his thighs, against you. It was true that he'd given you the upper hand this time. But he was ready to show you what he could do. You snuggled up against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

"Perhaps…We should bring the wedding date forward."

And he smiled.

[councilofcastamere]

WINTER NIGHTS | CREGAN STARK X TARG!READER ꧂

a b r i d g e m e n t : With tensions rising, your elder half-sister Rhaenyra arranges for you to seek asylum in the freezing land of the North. And fortunately for you, Cregan is there to show you how Northmen operate.

TW: penetration, loss of virginity, breeding kink, mentions gender roles but in a sexy way, sexual tension, sibling jealousy, childhood neglect, mentions of death by birth, shitty character development

A/N: I know the girly portrayed is Visenya but her body is tea in this so maybe I do know best…

The second daughter. The oh-so passed over maiden. Not belonging to anything, nor belonging to nothing. Not the first, and not the last. An ever enduring memory to a passed over era. Nothing significant. Never anything significant.

That’s what you were. Insignificance. A beautiful insignificance, if you could see beauty in tragedy. Beauty in all the ways of life. All the little horrible things that make up a big, beautiful, picture. People shan’t look close, you’d assure yourself.

But you were you. Born to the everlasting way of royal life. To the peaceful Viserys, and his second wife, a woman whose name is not all that important. Another maiden from a noble house that perished to childbirth. Lost her life, giving life.

And as it did not to many maidens, the Gods did not grant you the chance to grow up with your mother. The blood that dripped down her thighs had covered you from head to toe as you came into existence, and she had naught of you in her arms before a deep and long slumber overcame her. The stranger had come for her, and he did not slow down on its way. He’d taken her as quick as she’d given you to the world. A quick exchange, you’d suppose.

Now and then you think about her. What she might have looked like, what she might have liked, what she might have been had she survived the wretched burden of your existence. You’d often wonder if infants who survived childbirth ever felt as deep a burden as she did. To have your very first breath of life tainted with the death of an innocent. Tainted with tragedy.

Growing up in King’s Landing hadn’t been all that as it sounded. You’d never really been that happy, as ungracious as it sounded.

You had an older sister - Rhaenyra - who’d occasionally humoured you. You’d never seen much of her, really. Perhaps it was your own fault as well. For not actively seeking her out. For not being the younger sister one was supposed to be. Some people - as close to you as they may be - are just unattainable in your mind. Your kin aren’t your kin until you allow it.

You have better companions than her, you figured. You had your lady-in-waitings. Lady Vievenne of house Swann. Lady Laycie of house Oldflowers. Lady Claere of house Ambrose. Lady Evelyne of house Hightower, who was, by all accounts, a gift from your newest stepmother, Alicent of the house Hightower.

What you also had was younger siblings. Such as Aegon. Though he is naught but a skirt enthusiast, swimming along the sea of young maidens at his whim. But he cares not whether they are, does he?

And oh, do not get yourself started on the one-eyed prince and that smug little smile on his sharp-featured face. Nonetheless, he was gentle. Oh so gentle with his touch. And oh so sinister in the way that made you feel important enough to be in his good graces.

However, you chose to distance yourself from all parties involved as fate made it clear what it had in store. A great slap to the great Targaryen dynasty. A dark cloud looming over the already curse-clad clan.

For even you knew that the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.

“Sister.” you greeted one late evening, having taken flight to Dragonstone on your she-dragon, Starfyre. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“…y/n.” the elder sister called out, a small smile on her lips. “I… am glad for your visit.”

“…I’m certain you are,” you say, trying with all your might to contain a frown.

You eyed her awkwardly as she wiped her sweaty hands off her dress, letting out a sigh as the elder royal wasn’t quite certain how to approach the topic.

“I… understand… things quite haven’t been… that active, in our kinship,” Rhaenyra speaks up, taking a step closer. “And for that, I apologise.”

You could only nod, a small smile gracing your lips at the heartwarming confession of absent love.

“I apologise, also.” you smiled, your hands finding each other behind your back. “I suppose I should have been the one to seek your company and counsel as well.”

“Good.” Rhaenyra smiled awkwardly, a silence engulfing the echo-ridden chambers. “The reason, as to why I called you, might be surprising.”

You froze slightly, heart pounding as the possibilities of implications travelled through your mind. The goosebumps on your arms grew more prominent as a cold breeze passed through.

“Oh?” you answered, cocking a brow. “And what might that be, sister?”

“I ask of you to travel to the North,” Rhaenyra admits, a tone of seriousness overshadowing the warm moment. “I have already sent a raven to Lord Cregan Stark, and he has agreed to host you. If it pleases you, of course.”

No answer came out of your lips, save for your a mere breath. You felt a pang in your heart, consuming your every emotion, making certain you cannot detect how you feel about the news.

A dragon in the north? What a jest. You’d do better in Dorne, surrounded by sun-kissed squires and stable boys than laddish lordlings and Northern butchers.

“And… why should I?” you asked, respect in your tone. “Pardon me, my sister, but why have you made this decision for me?”

“Tensions are rising, y/n. You know that as well as I do.” Rhaenyra sighs, her body language giving up on its tense posture. “And I am aware of your… complex feelings on it. But to the North you must. I’m sending Rhaena to the Va-”

“Yes, because Rhaena gets to be hosted by a relative of yours, in safety. Meanwhile you sent me off to some Northern stranger!”

“Y/n.” Rhaenyra warned, raising a brow. She took a step closer as you composed your words. “You are my sister, and I will have you safe in the North. The Northmen are honourable men, and in time you’ll know.”

✫彡

And so you were, clad in thick fur, lady Vivenne and lady Evelyne at both sides of yourself. Across from you sat three servants, and somewhere else sat your sworn shield.

“It will be splendid.” Evelyne beamed, properly adjusting her hair, tied up in a bun, similar to the ones the older maidens wear. “We shall meet every dusk, and speak about our day. In front of the fire.”

“Not if I can help it.” you sighed softly. “Apologies, my ladies, but I’ll let you two get at it. I’d love to explore the North in solitude.”

“Right…” Vivenne nodded, looking through the small peep holes as the carriage slowed down, just outside the gates of Winterfell. “We’ve arrived, I suppose. You’ll have to greet Lord Stark. If he’s anything we’ve heard of and more, I wish you luck.”

You only nodded, watching as your ladies exited the carriage, standing at the side of the door. Their faces are cast down, as if in mourning. Perhaps they’re mourning the life of luxury provided at King’s Landing.

You could not blame them for it, really. From growing up in their own house, to growing up in the Royal house, to trade it again to live to see the snowy winters of Winterfell.

You shook slightly, the cold air hitting your face in an instant as you slightly lifted your dress, taking a step out of the three provided for the carriage.

You looked ahead of you, eyes locking on the noblemen and women, standing straight and proud. The women bore clothes of low quality, so obviously sewn to fit any class. The men wore dark furs, contrasting to the blue clothing of the opposite sex.

And in the midst of it, stood Cregan Stark, accompanied by a mere little boy of just two years of age. Your eyes locked upon his stormy-grey ones, his face etched into a stern expression, eyes focused on yours.

You maintained the eye contact, taking each step closer to him.

“Princess Y/N.” Cregan greeted formally, taking your soft hand in his. “Welcome to Winterfell. I am Lord Cregan Stark.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” you smile, curtsying in a fashionable manner. Your eyes stood glued on his as his lips brushed against the palm of your hand. “I’m truly honoured to be here.”

“…I’m certain you are.” Cregan answered, eyeing you skeptically.

Hearing false compliments wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wolf of Winterfell. He knew well enough that you weren’t suited for the North. You were a Southern lady, used to the life of feasts, luxury, and sparkly dresses.

“Let us go inside, shall we?” you smiled charmingly, looking up at the tall castle with dread in your eyes.

“Aye, so we shall.” Cregan nodded, his broad shoulders most notable as he sauntered into the opened gates.

✫彡

The first night went unfamiliar to you, the harsh blows of the cold weather creating a prominent presence looming over the already melancholic times.

You sat in your chambers, sitting at the stony window sill as you watched Cregan from above.

The lord was overlooking young squires on the courtyard, engaged in conversation with the knight in charge of guiding the young to-be-knights.

All dressed in fur, shoulders looking as if they were padded. Cregan’s hair was tied up, with two front strands escaping and hanging loose. His grey-blue eyes stood glued at watching the young squire’s techniques, and you could only sigh as you got lost in his appearance.

Ever since stepping foot into the North of Westeros, you’d developed a strange sense of interest in the beauty of Northern men. How they all dressed so grimly, but intimidating. How they’re oh-so honourable and hard working. How they always seemed so clean shaven but rugged all at once.

And you could not help but wonder what it would be like had you wedded one of them.

Being completely honest, you’d never really been the sort of maiden to stay inside of her chambers, waiting for her husband to return from his duty, deprived of affection.

With any Southern lord, being a doting unappreciated wife would never cross your mind.

But with Northern men, however, you had the feeling your efforts wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Before you could continue your vulgarly confusing thoughts, you saw Cregan’s eyes shift to yours, finding your gaze.

You could only lean against the window, a hand on the stony side as you gazed back at him. Your hair was loose, and you were dressed in your creamy beige nightdress.

You held his gaze for a moment, until ultimately turning away, leaving the implications of that gaze to his imagination.

✫彡

By the third day, you’d been reading in the old library belonging to House Stark. You’d sat on a plush seat, the dusty book on your lap as your gentle fingers flipped through the pages.

But you weren’t alone.

Cregan Stark sat near you, his knees in almost touching proximity to yours.

“Aye, the North is cold, but it’s honest.” he tells you, gently shutting his own book. “The snow doesn’t lie about its intention. No courtly games like they play in the South.”

“Oh, please.” you smiled, shutting your book as well. your body shifted so it was facing his, resting your head on one hand. “The courtly games are what makes it so fun.”

“Now, riddle me this.” You smiled, noting his full attention on you. His body language exuded calmness, and you felt secure in the knowledge that his comfort lies with you. “How do you not like courtly games? Personally, it makes my life all the more amusing.”

“I suppose it’s all jesting for you, princess.” Cregan said, his eyes resting on yours. “Amusement or not, I’d rather know where I stand…”

“With you, however…” His eyes trailed down to your bare shoulder, the white nightdress you’re wearing very much a sight of sore eyes. “I think I know.”

“Oh, do you?” you teased, cocking a brow. “And how so, pray tell?”

“Well…” he grunted, shifting in his seat to tighten the proximity around you two. “You’d do well not to cross any Northern man. They don’t take well to… courtly games.”

You only smiled at that, your upper body instinctively leaning in, albeit torturously slow.

“And, uh, suppose I… marry a Northern lord.” you teased quite coquettishly, a hand moving to rest on the thick fur coating his body. “What am I in for.”

You watched as his smirk only widened, gently taking the hand that rested on his fur, and taking it in his.

“Marry a Northern lord like me, and have your nights warmed under the thick fur of blankets.” he says, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Northern loyalty runs deep, princess. That’s what you’d be in for.”

You nodded slowly, and you could not help but notice those coloured eyes of his descending onto your perky breasts.

Great, this was all going well so far. “I’d imagine… do you think he’d gift me a pup? I’ve always wanted a tiny pet, to keep.”

“Yeah?” The lord licked his lips, a hand resting on your waist. “You think you’d handle a wolf properly?”

“Well, I would.” you smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’m a dragon… and dragons do not surrender that easily.”

You smiled, shifting in your seat again as Cregan amusedly indulged you in your silly thoughts. “Just imagine it, my lord. I’d be holding that pup every night trying to get it to warm to me.”

Your hand slowly, but surely, trickled down to his clothed thigh, trying to maintain a sense of quiet intimacy.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you, then.” his voice lowered, bordering on husky. “Wolves aren’t so easily tamed, not even by someone with…”

He paused for a moment, a hand gently taking the one you placed on his thigh.

“…your charms.”

You’d have a cheeky comeback on the tip of your tongue, had it not been for Cregan’s lips descending upon yours, clashing together like Blackwoods and Brackens.

You let out a soft breath as you eased into the kiss, feeling his large hands grip your waists as if his life depended on it.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, and then to his armoured chest. The armour he carried felt cold to your hands, yet it made it all the more sinful.

“Did you have this in mind?” you murmured against his lips, tongue circling his as you so sloppily attempted to kiss him. “Seducing me?”

The silence engulfed you two for a moment, only being overshadowed by the sound of soft breaths.

“You have it wrong, princess.” he breathed, firmly planting you upon his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “Do you take me for a halfwit?”

You smiled, looking over your shoulder as you attempted to chase his lips with yours again.

“No, but I certainly did not take you for a man so easily seduced.” you teased, guiding his hands to your clothed breasts. “You don’t seem the type to give in that easily.”

“Because it’s untrue.” he spoke up, lips brushing to against your neck. “But do you honestly think nothing would be done about the way you saunter around, looking as you do?”

His hands slowly tugged against your nightdress, pressing a hard kiss to your achy jaw before pulling away.

“Lay yourself down on the carpet.” he commanded, hands shifting to peel off his fur coat, along with his armour and tunic.

All you could do was nod and watch on as his armour went discarded on the floor, the metal material cranking against the stone ground.

His bare chest was now visible, the defining abs illuminated by the glowing fire. His hair messed up when he threw his tunic over his head.

“Cregan, I-"

And in one moment, you felt his large body overshadow yours, clashing lips again. Cregan lifted his body as to not crush you, hands on either side of your head.

You only permitted yourself to breathe unevenly, stead of moan. Your hands found his shoulders, desiring to pull him closer than possible.

“Ever since you’ve arrived you’d been nothing but trouble.” Cregan murmured, lips finding your throat. “Sauntering around with your ladies, endlessly teasing me.”

Your legs only shifted to wrap around his waist, back slowly arching at the kisses.

He took notice, and let one of his hands pin you down, lips descending towards your perky breasts.

“Gods, you’re wrong for this.” he grunted, swirling his tongue around the nipple. “For provoking me, as you did yesterday, and the day before that.”

“For thinking you have the authority to do this to a lord.” he breathed, your small breast fitting into his large palm.

“For…” he continued, kissing down your stomach, before ultimately glancing back at you “…thinking you’d get away with this.”

“I did not think I’d get away with this.” you tease, watching as he moves face-to-face again. “Which is why I did it.”

Your hands find his muscled arms, squeezing it gently. “I want to know how Northern men do it.”

You’d think you were jesting, but were you truly?

You’d have opened your mouth to say anything else, looking up at him, if it weren’t for the Northern lord himself roughly flipping you to your stomach.

“You wish to know, my princess?” he murmurs, unlatching his breeches. “You’d have your first time be with a Northman?”

You nodded, cheek resting on the carpet fabric without surrender. “Yes. Gods yes.”

He hiked your skirt around your waist, your plump ass visible to his peering eyes.

“You’ll be ruined for other men, aye.” He grunted, his hand wrapping around his rock hard cock.

“That’s good, because I desire no one save you.” you smiled, allowing him to lift your hips up and arch your back.

“Yeah?” he smirked, the tip of his cock rubbing against your damp hole. “You’ll have me make you my wife?”

You nodded, impatiently moving your hips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“You’d be a good wife, wouldn’t you?” he grunted once again, head finally pushing into your unloosened clit. “No Southern games, no poignant looks of yours.”

“You like that about me.” you painfully breathed, feeling the uncomfortable ache of his cock in your newly penetrated cunt.

His head descended, placing gentle kisses upon your shoulders. “A maiden. Perhaps you aren’t as well-equipped to handle a wolf as you said you were.”

“I am.” you protested, pushing your hips back. “Move your hips. I wish to prove myself.”

He only speeded up his thrusts, and as you allowed the moans to fill your lips, his hands found a way to push your head down.

“You’d carry my pups?” he asked, thrusting into you aggressively, pumping his cock in and out. “Wait on my cock every night?”

You only moaned incredulously, asscheeks clapping along with every snap of his hips.

“Yes.” you breathed, gasp and claps filling the room. “Fuck, put a babe inside of me. I want your children.”

“We’ll have to wed sooner, before the babe gets born in wedlock.” he grunted, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back onto his thick length. “But that’s what you wanted all along, was it?”

You gripped the fabric of the carpet, cheeks burning as it rubbed against the irritating carpet.

“For a thick cock such as this.” he teased, tugging at your hair.

“Yes.” you moaned pathetically, cheeks flushed as you felt a knot forming into your stomach.

Your lips parted, your eyes rolling above-ways.

“Yes, yes!” you moaned loudly, feeling his hands grope your breasts. “Fuck, you’re moving fast.”

“Never fast enough.” he murmurs, member sliding against your wet slit.

He could feel your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all it is worth. His grip on you tightened as he thrust down to meet your upward motion.

And with one sharp thrusts, you felt the knot loosen and the cream dripping out your twitching clit.

Yet, he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he rode you through your orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to send him reeling as well, burying himself deep inside of you.

Hot spurts of cum dripping out of your hole, you completely got yourself spent, closing your eyes and deciding you could just fall asleep on this carpet.

“No sleeping in the library.” he scolded lightly, putting on his fur coat, covering his naked physique. “Come here.”

You exhaustedly crawled over to him again, and snuck yourself into his coat, the clothing covering both of your naked bodies.

“I’m taking you to your chambers.” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And for the next time, do not attempt to get so exhausted. I went easy on you this time.”

[maddyguru]

Hello, Again (geto s.)

Synopsis: after leaving you for 10 years, you met your older brother, Suguru again. But it wasn't the happy reunion that you were hoping for. In fact, this is the beginning of your hell.

Tw: dark content, public humiliation, r word in front of public, sibling incest, non con, loss of virginity, brief mentions of ptsd, brief mentions of killing, geto is crazy (everybody knows this), SPOILER, forced pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, breeding kink (not detailed), hate speech bc geto hates monkeys, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You woke up to the sound of chatters and whispers. What baffled you was the pitch-black sight. As if you're in the basement with no source of lights as your guides. Another thing you noticed was that your hands were behind your small back, tied together with ropes.

Ropes? are you abducted?

"Hello, everyone. Today we welcome the arrival of this young girl."

Your eyes, behind the cloth of the blindfolds, were wide open as the realization hit you. That voice- you know whom it belongs to;

It was Suguru Getou's. Your older brother. Your long-lost, older brother.

Your lips are trembling at the sound of his voice. It's been ten years. Ten fucking years since you last saw him. You were just eight years old when he left you. You're just a little kid growing up in the neighborhood of Tokyo. Just a girl with ordinary life, loved by her parents and brother. Brother,

You cackled softly. Does the man really love you? Considering how he was the one who made you suffer, the one who destroyed your life. The one who made you an orphan?

You never thought listening to the sound of his voice could make you feel this way. After all that was said and done, you still couldn't hate him. You and your all kindness couldn't say ''I hate you'' to him. And all because you cherished the memories you had of him.

It made you wonder, what about him? does he hate you? The last time he saw you, he said he does;

The sudden yanking of the blindfold made you gasp. And there, you were faced with so many people in front of you. All of them vary from men to women bowing down at you as if you're their God. You're still in your outfit- you were supposed to be heading to college. Jesus, how many days has it been?

You look around. You're surrounded by these people, and you can't run to the door; without a doubt, all of these people will catch you and bring you back to him.

Your chin was softly tapped, and he brought your face to him, making you face him.

Your eyes were wide. You couldn't help but blush when you were face to face with Suguru again.

He changed. His eyes were a heavy glint of despair and evil, and his hair was longer. Even though your brother still ties his locks, the strands of his growing hair were behind his back. You almost smiled when you saw his piercings- it surprised you, to say the least. How he doesn't get rid of them.

"Nii-chan, you'd look so handsome with piercings!"

"Really? well, since my little sister says I'll look handsome with them, I'll get it done."

You thought about how happy you were when he was your brother.

"Hello, again." He greeted you, smiling so wickedly it made your stomach churn.

The Suguru that resides in your memory wasn't the Suguru you're facing now. He wore a Buddhist-style kimono, the silk faintly brushing against your skin. It was nice. It must be expensive, you thought to yourself the more he stared at you. The Suguru you used to know had a loving aura whenever you were with him. The Suguru you remembered wouldn't abduct you and tie your hands together like this. Your innocence made you blind- you failed to realize that he's no longer your brother.

"O-oniichan...''

"Ah, ah, ah, it's Geto- sama for you, lovely."

You blinked, seemingly confused.

He finds it amusing as he mockingly laughs at you. "Honestly, (y/n) who is oniichan? I'm Suguru Geto. Do you know that?"

You didn't realize that you have tears on your cheeks. Suguru's words to an onlooker may be just words. But to you, his blood sister, it is a declaration of your bonds being severed. The memory of 10 years ago, the night he murdered his parents came to mind. The day he left you all alone with nightmares and sorrows as your company failed to bore a hatred fruit.

How can you hate him? He's your brother. The blood pumping in your veins is the same as his. The memory of eating ice creams together and cuddling with each other was too precious, too evergreen for you to throw it away.

"Say it for me. Say, "yes, Geto- sama," he whispered, smirking at you.

You were hesitant, your eyes looking at him and then peeking at the many people bowing in front of you and him. "Yes,, Geto- sama..." you replied meekly.

"Good! very good. You're still as obedient as I remember, little sister," he smiled as you felt the palm of his hands cupping your cheeks together like he used to do when you were sulking.

Why are you here? You find yourself asking. What was the reason for your abduction to this place? You looked at him again, pleading with your eyes for answers.

"Ah, you must be wondering why you're here, right sister?" he pauses, clicking his tongue at your obviousness.

"Why don't I show you?" he sweetly smiled, later tearing open your dress and prompting you to scream. Your eyes were wide open as you screamed for him to get away from you. God knows how much you struggled, backing away from his as much as your body allows you to with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Please," you plead, disgusted with his hands on the strap of your bra as he removed it from you, "please, let go! please, oniichan-"

Your skin stung from the brute force of Geto's slap. Your head was turning to the right when he slapped you.

It managed to keep your mouth shut. But you're still crying. And it's not just from the slap, but because all your life, Suguru never laid his hands on you. He was always so gentle and loving, smiles adorning his handsome features, and he would press kisses whenever you cried.

But this Suguru Geto has abducted and assaulted you, far from the brother you used to know.

"Didn't I fucking tell you? It's Geto- sama. Not oniichan."

He glared at you, and later his lips were moving into the shape of a smirk.

"A monkey like you doesn't deserve to be my sister.''

By the time you were sobbing, he was in between your trembling legs, and in front of this many people, he tore away your skirt and later grabbed the hem of your panties and,

As pathetic as your miserable life could be, he slides them away, not even bothering to pull them down and toss them aside. Like a common whore, he only did that much.

"Please,, don't..."

"Now, now, you know I only want this,'' you screamed when he cupped your pussy, "right here, don't you baby?" he asked, his tone was sickeningly sweet.

No, no, please...Geto- sama... I don't want to, don't want this..."

Was he really doing this to you? Was he really going to rape you in front of this many people? Was he really going to commit incest with...you? His little sister?

"Didn't he care about you? love you?" His voice was low, whispering into your ears so closely, "Was what you're asking yourself, right, (y/n)?" He beamed at you- a smile that doesn't resemble him from the past. The ones you engraved in your brain were different from what he showed you now.

Dumbly, you nodded at his question, afraid he'd get mad at you for not answering.

Laughing, he cooed, "Times have changed. The old me that you once knew is not the present me. I've already told you that night after I killed your parents, remember?"

You shut your eyes tightly from the painful memories. Splashes of blood, two lifeless bodies lying on the ground before your eyes, and eight-year-old you crying for oniichan to save you. Even though it was obvious, that he was the one who executed them.

That night continues to haunt your every waking and sleep hour. Because of Suguru, you have nightmares. Because of him, you're getting therapy sessions every once a week. Because of that night, you're afraid of blood.

"Please,,,'' begging like an idiot, you try to search for his sympathy.

He laughed in your face, reaching out behind you and easily tugging the ropes that bound you. It falls on the tatami floor underneath you.

You realize that you're half-naked, with your panties slid to the side of your thighs. Embarrassed at the eyes prying on your naked figure, you try covering yourself with your now freed hands.

But he's quick to catch them and gripped your bones so tightly you squealed from the new pain.

"Don't you fucking dare try covering yourself, pathetic slave."

You're trembling from the fear that you never thought you'd feel again.

"Your body and soul are all mine. They're worshipping me, and you will, too. This is why you are here for."

Suguru thought about how pathetic you are when you're shaking your head from side to side. Your face says you don't want this, along with your tears. They speak for themselves.

It's not bad of him to think that he doesn't give a shit about what you want, right?

His cock was already hard from the minute he slid your dress away, and his eyes were met with your beautiful breasts. What's even more precious is when he slid your panties away and was met with your flushing folds, the clit hidden away slightly.

He bit his lips, and your crying face heightened his arousal even more.

"Come on, worship me, Your God!" he caught your legs and spread them apart, which caused you to cry out even more from fear and disgust.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, he's going to!

"No, please!" You screamed, your cries ringing in the cramped room. Everyone is looking at you and him. You look away, shutting your eyes with those beautiful blushing cheeks Suguru loved.

"Please, Geto- sama... please..." You tried pleading again, but he ignored you and spread your legs wider (if possible), making your cunt visible for everyone in this room to see. You felt your cheeks reddening even more. He was behind you, pressed so closely you froze when your butt felt the hardness of his cock.

He slid his hands down your shoulders, causing you to flinch, and later, it found its way to your pretty flower folds.

You're shaking your head with tears yet again.

"Look at them!" he hissed at you, gripping your chin to face straight ahead, in front of his worshippers. Your tears were gathering in the palm of his hand, wetting them more. Your lips were trembling more and more, as he spoke to his audience.

"Today, all of you will get to see me breed this girl, and create a world of sorcerers. Soon, she will birth my future kins, and I will rebuild my world."

What the fuck is he saying? is he... is he serious?

"Listen, (y/n), nii-san may not be there on time when you need me, but I want you to know, nii-san loves you, ok?"

"nii-san! why are you telling me this?"

"nii-san just want you to know, nii-san will never hurt you. And nii-san will always love you, no matter what he does, ok?"

It's ok, it's ok. It's nii-san. He will always love me, always, always...

You heard the shuffling of clothes, and you saw him undoing his obi, the nagajuban part of his kimono was already away from his shoulders, revealing his torso.

Bile rose in your throat, and tears won't stop painting your skin.

Nii-san will never hate me. He lied, he lied... he will always love me, right?

You thought to yourself, even when Suguru was sliding away the rest of his robes from his body, his fingers spreading apart your folds and teasing you in front of his followers.

"You will give yourself to me like a good slave. You will let me squeeze myself inside you and pump my cum into your womb until you're fat with my babies. You hear me?" He grabbed your chin, making you face him slightly.

You're crying, yet again with your pathetic blubbers.

"Look at the inside of her pussy. It's all pink and untouched, don't you think so?" he says, and you hid your face into his chest, crying even more when he spreads your folds even farther, making you uncomfortable and slightly in pain from the stretch.

"Please, don't..."

Your face is buried on his chest, shutting your eyes when he continues to spread your folds and tease you with two of his fingers. You tried moving away. The plan is to crawl from his body. You didn't care anymore if his followers caught you. You would rather die trying.

"Please, no. Please,," God was apparently a sadist because He only allows you a few seconds to be freed from Suguru's hold before you're in his arms again. This time, you're underneath him.

When he dragged you and trapped you with his body, he slammed your head roughly against the tatami floor, and you let out a pained cry. You swore your vision went black for a second from the impact. You lay there, with tears continuously flowing from your eyes.

"How dare you try to run away from me, you low-life monkey." He speaks enough for the people in the room to hear him. As if he wanted everyone to listen to what he says, even though it's clear that the one he's humiliating is you.

He smirked, his hands suddenly grabbing your throat and clenching hard, almost breaking your windpipe. You coughed, little hands desperately grabbing his much bigger arms.

"How dare you, trying to escape from me like that," he grabbed his cock, aligning the muscle to probe directly against your hole. His laughter resonated yet again when he realized...

"You're not even wet? How rude of you to come unprepared before your God. I guess I'll have to improvise," he spits into his palm before smearing the liquid all over his length. You don't even want to look at it, too afraid and disgusted.

For someone who swore they won't hurt you, this fucking hurts.

"No, please... I don't want this..." You whispered in tears when you felt the head of his cock probing your hole, trying to get inside you.

"Shut up, you're annoying me." He barked, pushing the head finally inside you, passing the tight rim first.

"Ah!" You screamed, the foreign feeling of having something (even if it's just the head) inside you too overwhelming for you. Your hands move on their own- you clutched his arms so tightly he swore it'll leave a mark with your nails.

He pushed into you, tearing open your hymen. His chest was pushed against yours. Your screams resonated in the room when Suguru kept pushing into your bleeding pussy. You could see his head was thrown back and his eyes closed from the pleasure of having a virgin.

"Well, at least you're a good girl,'' he chuckled, ramming his cock inside you to test the water with your hands still gripping his.

"Please, don't...move!" You cried out, tears pooling in your eyes when he stopped for a while, observing you.

His eye caught sight of the crystal blue hairpin that you wore. He gifted them to you when you were 3 years old. He has asked for Shoko's advice on what to get for your birthday, and hairpin it was. His heart sank a little, a frown on his face.

You still wear them? Even after all these times?

He ignored you, pushing away that sympathy he felt for you, and fucked you despite your cries of pain.

"No... no, oniichan, it hurts!"

The moment you screamed, his hands were gripping your throat once again, tightening as hard as he could in an attempt to kill you. Your eyes were staring at him from pain- and he loved how you panicked. The soft hands that were on the floor are now gripping his arms.

"How.many.fucking.times," he squeezed harder, listening to your choked moans.

"Do I have to fucking tell you, bitch? It's Geto- sama, for you."

He found pleasure when you choked, crying, and the way your insides clenched with every hard thrust he gave you. The only thing his mind yearned for was to breed your pussy full of potent cum and see you get pregnant before his eyes. And have as many children as he wants with you and,

Finally killing you, just like he killed his parents 10 years ago.

''P-p- please..." your choked whispers were heard amidst the sound of his worshippers and his thrusts, and he thought briefly, that he loves you all flushed and humiliated in front of his followers. Your eyes were staring at his, crying out for him to stop.

"Please, what?" he taunted you, fucking you even harder and you let out a squeak from the new pain.

"Plea- please, stop... it hurts, Geto- sa- sama..."

He ignored you, and you didn't know which hurts more- the fact that your brother raped you, or it's because he treated you like a stranger?

"You can take it. Women's hole is to be used for this and for giving birth. If you can't handle a cock, how can you give birth to healthy babies?"

A tear trickles on your skin at his words, hurt by the lack of empathy he provided for you.

You shake your head, sobbing. "I can't... it really... really hurts..."

He lets go of your throat, pounding you harder now that he held your waist in place. But you're still fucking crying, much to his dismay.

"It hurts, please...!" You glanced down to see where he plunged himself into you, raping you. Your widened eyes were entertaining his sadistic tendencies.

"Geto-sama, I'm bleeding..." you almost passed out when you saw the trickle of blood in between your thighs- you hate it, you hate it, it reminded you of that night.

Your whimpers are music to his ears. He knows you must've been afraid of blood after the night he slaughtered his parents. You're shaking even more when you saw the crimson liquid, sobbing like a fucking kid.

He loves it, hurting you.

His hands gripped your chin, turning your face to the right so you could look at all these people, the men hard. You were fucked by their God, and he loves the way you clenched harder at the humiliation, a reminder, that you belonged to him. That he's your Geto-sama.

"You stupid bitch, you think I care about you?"

"(y/n), careful! or else you'll trip!"

''I don't care if you're my blood sister. I don't even care when I killed my parents."

"(y/n), -chan, you need to wait for oniichan before you could cross the road on your own. I don't want you to get hurt, baby."

"You're only a pussy to fuck, to birth my children."

"Here, hold my hand so you won't get lost, ok?"

"You know what I'm gonna do to you once you've done your role?"

"(y/n), do you hate me for leaving you every week?"

"I'm gonna kill you, and send you to hell."

"niisan will come back, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"Make sure you take all of my cum, you stupid monkey. Take all, or else you're going to get a beating from me, alright?"

He fucked you so hard, that when he shoot his seeds into your womb, it felt so painful and you screamed so hard from the pain.

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.

.

.

It's been a month since that day. The day you were taken away and raped in front of many people. You gently sobbed when you saw the pregnancy test that Suguru and his secretary forced you to take said positive.

"Great! you're pregnant!'' This was the first time Suguru felt so happy, the first time in 10 years. And it was sadly not because he met you again, but there's a baby inside you, one that he's been crazy about for the past month. So crazy that he raped you every day, every hour, not even bothering to tend to your wounds and left you alone the minute he pumped his seeds into you.

He cupped your flat stomach, happy that his seeds created a fetus that would later be born as his child. And before long, he'd put another one into you.

"You're so perfect, my love. A perfect bitch to use for fucking babies." His voice hung in the air, sank into every fiber in your being. He didn't even have the decency to not degrade you like that in front of his secretary, his family.

"Listen, now that you're pregnant with my child, I want to remind you." He grabbed your chin, squeezed your cheeks together, and cursed you.

"You mean nothing to me. You're not my family member, and never will be. This baby is the only family I regard from you. You're just a host for my children."

He lets you go, pushing you away so hard, that you let out a sob.

"And if the baby is useless monkey just like you are, I'll kill it, until you give birth to the ones I want," he grinned at you, so eerily.

You're afraid. Afraid of this monster. You slowly cup your stomach, and the thought of Suguru killing your baby frightens you.

Not only does he has and will ruin your life, but also this baby will be crushed too if it doesn't turn out the way he desires.

And it's all your fault. For having this baby, for birthing it, and powerless to stop his cruel way.

[mushroomnoodles]

I think your content is wonderful! It's so wholesome, funny and angsty all at once in the best ways possible. Just wanted to spread some nice love in my ask! ^_^

Does Morrigan talk to any of their little siblings when they're in the womb? For example telling them about some butterflies they saw or just reminding them that they have the most radical big sibs (them and Marcy) ever. I'm not sure how you interpret this, but I like to imagine Morrigan as a very loving big-brother in the universes where he has little siblings. :D

thank you nonnie <3 this is a longer post about morri being a big sibling in multiple aus.

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

morri talks a LOT to their siblings in the womb, especially golbaby morris, who remember how painfully boring it was sometimes to hear everyone talking around them and not being able to join in. (wizardbetty's morri has... no concept of normal babies not having their level of consciousness.) different morris have different flavors of big-sibling energy.

golbaby morris that get a sibling early on (wizardbetty) are initially concerned and a bit jealous, especially when simon can't carry them anymore and his belly gets in the way of them sitting on his lap. (they threw a little fit when simon first told them he couldn't carry them anymore until after the baby came) with ophelia especially (simon was always talking about how she would never stop moving) lil' morri would put their hands on his tummy and be like "not so hard, baby" because they remember simon telling them that when they would kick him. (side note, simon loves his golbspawn so much even if they bite him)

they're enamored by their tiny baby siblings, think they're stupid (wdym they don't have object permanence) and tries hard to "teach" literal 6 month olds how to read. gets cranky and wants attention when they feel their sibling is getting too much, but also gets fiercely protective of their "dummy" siblings, trying to prevent them from doing dumb things from experience "don't eat that stick, becca, it tastes like butt". as a teen they tend to be a little bit of a menace to their little siblings (who isn't?) but would still kill and die for them.

golbaby morris that get a sibling later on (plainvanilla) are absolutely STOKED to have a sibling, morrigan has always wanted one. much like early sibling morris, they make a point to talk to their unborn siblings often because of their own experience, but with a lot of added enthusiasm. entity pregnancies take longer than human ones, so they'd also be impatient ("girl, you are taking fivever. come out already") they also give me the vibe to poke their siblings back when they kick, partially to bug them but also to interact with them.

older morri's much more of a protective sibling than their younger variants, but with fellow golbspawn siblings morri at least is able to better relate to their baby sisters and brother. they are still the type to teach a 6 month old to read.

normal morris that get a sibling early on (vamparents, candyworld) are just 4 years old when they get their first sibling, and are very confused by their dad's bump (and extremely curious). these morris probably talk the least to their unborn siblings, but still do in part because of their parent's encouragement, mostly just "hi baby" or telling them about what they had for dinner. (vamp morri in particular was sooo excited to see ophelia, simon shared the enthusiasm to meet her but mostly because she was treating him like a punching bag)

(it took sour taffy five months, but they finally figured out what baby meant and where it was!)

vamp morri, when they're older, is much more laidback and totally does their siblings' homework for them, while sour taffy is more likely to just talk their ears off and braid their hair.

[hansensunshine]

Could you please do a mommy Daenerys x little sister reader please where some lords were hitting on reader and making her uncomfortable so she goes to Dany and she takes her up to their room and takes care of her(some smut maybe) then later burns the lords that hit on reader please.

I hope you had a lovely start to December and don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t have enough time I just love your work 🙂

omg i’d love to write that, loving mommy! daenerys hours!! and thank you so so much, i hope you’ve had a lovely start to december too <3

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

pairings: mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are daenerys’ last alive sibling and frankly, she loves you more than a sibling should.

tw: mommy kink, indication of smut, death

summary: after feeling uncomfortable by being hit on by some lords, you run to daenerys for comfort.

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you had been outside in the gardens greeting some lords on their arrival here. as much as you didn’t really want to, you did it so people can see you as someone who isn’t by her older sisters side all the time.

you have found the lords quite friendly, maybe a bit too friendly. “welcome my lords, i hope the journey wasn’t too harsh.” you spoke with a soft tone, having a smile across your face. “i’m sure you’ll all enjoy your time here.” as you were briefly showing the lords around, you noticed a few speaking about you but you paid no attention to it, still having a smile across your face. “as you see, we have arrived at the—“ “i’m surprised a lord hasn’t come to marry you yet, or at least fucked you.” a few of them laughed, making you feel slightly uncomfortable, before another lord spoke.“she’s a precious little thing.” he put his hand on your cheek, with you flinching away. “and delicate, apparently.” you couldn’t help but feel tears coming to your eyes, nobody talking to you like this other than your older sister, daenerys. a different lord approaches you and starts to play with you hair. you wish daenerys was here to protect you.

“such silky hair. she’s a true princess. sad that she’s in her sister’s shadow.” you couldn’t help but look down. “but good for one of us, as we’ll get a chance to marry her and fuck her every night.” he chuckled loudly as the others do before looking up at them all, with a tear falling down your face, feeling extremely uncomfortable. “dany would never marry me off to one of you!” before you could help but breakdown you ran away from them, leaving them in the gardens.

as you were going to your own room, you bumped into daenerys and immediately wiped your tears away with your sleeve. daenerys gave you such a big smile as she hasn’t really seen you all day before noticing something was wrong. you didn’t want to say anything at first because you know how protective she is of you.“y/n. what happened?” she crouched to your height before letting her hand caress your soft cheek. “some lords they—“ you could help but cry. she took you in her arms and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around her waist. she took you off into her bedroom before closing the door behind her. she walks over to her bed before sitting down on it with you straddling her.

“some lords.. they kept making me feel uncomfortable, mommy..” you buried your face into her neck, now realising her nickname rolled off your tongue so smoothly, you felt so small with her in your presence. you looked back up at her as she looked at you with worry but also anger, which you knew wasn’t directed at you. “they flirted with me and— and.. they touched me and played with my hair, i wish you were there, mommy!” you wrapped your arms around her as she didn’t let go of your small body. she placed a kiss on your forehead before you calmed down slightly. you looked up at her with a small smile of yours before an idea pops into her head. “how about you let mommy make you feel better, yeah?”

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daenerys made sure you were sound asleep in her bed before making a move. “they don’t deserve a sweet soul like yours, only i do. she knew she had to get revenge on those lords who touched her little sister, her little baby.

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“i want you all to beg for your life, none of you deserve it.” daenerys spoke whilst drogon was towering over her, the lords begged, the lords compromised with her, they did everything they could. but none of them knew what was coming to them. “dracarys.”

[elacular-kink]

Poly-techhic 6: Scaring the shit out of my girlfriend (I fucking love halloween)

Finally wrote some more of my poly lesbians. For this one, we'll actually be going back in time a bit to be seasonally relevant. Chronologically, this takes place between chapters 1 and 2. In this one, Maya takes Kiran out on a date to a haunted cornfield because...well, see the title above.

Character Sheet

TW: Spooky Halloween stuff, trouble speaking, anxiety

Kinks: Hiccups, Embarrassment

"HEY! HEY SUSIE! LAST CHANCE TO COME AND GET THE SHIT SCARED OUT OF YOU!"

"FUCK OFF, MAYA!"

"PUSSY!" I sighed and shook my head as the window up above opened and a middle finger stuck out. "Damn, I was really hoping my slutty werewolf costume would do it for her. Didn't manage to get her out last year either."

My slutty werewolf costume was clearly doing something for Kiki, who I had jury-rigged a somewhat slutty nurse outfit for out of clothes we both had lying around. Even so, her attention was primarily on me and my fur bikini, which I didn't mind one fucking bit. "Th-that's alright, Maya. A-after all, this is supposed to be a date with the two of us, right? It, um, it could be awkward for Susan to be made a third wheel."

"Still don't think you're getting the whole polyamory thing, but whatever. Damn. I knew Liv was out, but I really thought I could get Sue." I realized Kiki was wriggling nervously and decided I needed to kill whatever self-deprecating bullshit she was thinking right now, so I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up next to me. "Ah, screw 'em, though! That means I get to keep all this hot girl to myself tonight! So don't be afraid to cuddle up, cutie." I winked at her and she made a whole bunch of not-word noises. "I'll always be here to hold your hand if you get spooked. Or hold anything else you'd like." I gave her hip a squeeze and she squeaked at me. Kiki's autism apparently worked differently from Liv's. Liv you couldn't touch unless she touched you first, but Kiki never touched anyone first, and she eventually managed to say (with way more fucking words than she needed to) that she wanted to be touched and was generally okay with me doing so. Still, I kept it sweet. I'd had to deal with people playing it way slower in the past and in way dumber ways...Susie.

Either way, I brought Kiki over to my car. The car that was definitely mine and that I definitely hadn't technically stolen from my older brother. Fuck him, though. He ran off to New York City, they had subways there. "Don't worry, Kiki, I know I'm driving tonight, so I'll keep it clean. I wouldn't mind you driving my car if you wanted to though! Do you know how?"

"Ah, um, yes, somewhat, but I've never driven on legal roads before."

I adjusted the rear-view mirror to get a look at her. "You, uh...wanna elaborate on that?"

She stared down at her lap, picking at her fingernails. "My, um...my parents somewhat own a, um...private...racetrack?" I wasn't sure if she could see the way my jaw dropped, but either way, she started trying to explain. "Well, not own precisely! I-I mean, they do have a membership in the location of—a-and it's one of the highest levels so we essentially always—I don't consider myself—"

"Girl, your parents have some serious 'fuck you' money, huh?" I made my voice sound as light and amused as I could while I shifted into drive. "Jealous. My parents never had money for shit." I laughed, but it was a little more true than I wanted to admit.

"Is...is that why you're so...competent at sewing? N-not that I expected you to be incompetent, but—"

"Nah, that's fair, I'm not competent at much besides being a sex god and tackling bitches." I sighed. "Yeah, all the girls in my family had to learn to do that kinda shit. Sewing, cooking, taking care of babies, all the 'girl' stuff. Never really understood why, but they had a sorta every-sperm-is-sacred kinda thing going on, so I have a fuckload of siblings, and I'm right in the goddamn middle. But screw 'em, I don't wanna take care of babies my whole fuckin' life. Besides, they don't need me. They had, like, seven other mes that could take care of it."

"Is that why you act like you do now?" I grunted and glanced back over my shoulder while we were at a red light. Kiki had a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, you act in ways that command a lot of attention, and you surround yourself with large groups of people, but do your best to avoid being tied to the vast majority of them in a way that would limit your freedom." I kept staring at her, and she wriggled and avoided my eyes. She always did that, but she was especially doing it right now. "Um...the light is green."

"Shit, sorry." I was glad there wasn't some prick behind me to honk. It was a little too quiet for a little too long, so I laughed. "But damn! You and Liv must have the same autism superpower, 'cause you read my ass like it was quantum physics homework or whatever the fuck you do."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, um...to..."

I shook my head but kept my focus on the road. "Don't you worry about it, Kiki. Not your fault you're a genius." It was my fault for surrounding myself with people smarter than me, but frankly, not doing that would mean I could hang with Chloe and that's about it. This was why I liked Susie. She was only as much smarter than me as normal people were. "I'm not upset." I waited for a second, then smirked. "But even if I was, I'm about to get some fuckin' revenge, cutie. You've never been to a haunted cornfield before?"

"I don't think I've ever been to an unhaunted cornfield before."

"...you know what, neither have I? But fuck unhaunted corn, what's even the point if there ain't ghosts and shit?" I heard her laughing and it got easier to smile. Good. Even if she was gonna accidentally psychoanalyze my shit, I wanted her to have fun while she did it. The rest of the drive was mostly chill. When I asked Kiki if she liked music, she said she didn't know and asked me to play something Susie would recommend. That was a bad idea, but hey, she's the one who told me to do it. So I got to get a look at the kinds of faces she made while I played an album by a band called the Piss Hydrants. That was fun.

It wasn't nearly as much fun as what was coming, though, and the second I parked at the "farm" about a half-hour away, I jumped out and howled at the moon. Someone probably yelled at me to shut up, someone usually did, but fuck them, it was Halloween. "Welcome to the spookiest night of your life, beautiful!"

Kiki got out of the car and tried to shrink in on herself. She was way better at that than someone as tall and gorgeous as her should have been. "Um, th-thank you?" I hopped over the hood of the car and wrapped an arm around her waist, getting a cute squeak out of her. "Ah! I...I hope that you don't get upset if I get too scared?"

"That's the point, you silly bitch!" I stood up on my toes but still had to hop a little to kiss the tip of her nose like I wanted to. "I wanna see you get scared so I can be all 'oooh, come here, princess, lemme knight-in-shining-armor that ass!'"

"A-aaah!" Kiki covered her face and I couldn't stop laughing. God, this girl was fucking precious. Susie didn't know what she was missing.

The fact that Susie was missing it was really annoying, actually. These two dorks had been gawking at each other since their eyes first didn't meet, and they still weren't getting with the fucking program all the way into October. If these bitches weren't kissing by Christmas, I was gonna throw a fucking fit. At least I had Liv helping me out most of the time on this one. But for right now, Kiki was all mine, and I was gonna enjoy the hell out of that. "So, you wanna jump right into the scary stuff, pretty girl?"

"H-hang on, let me just..." She took her purse and pulled out a little notebook and pencil (what the fuck, this cute little nerd!). "Alright. I should be able to map out the maze as we go through it. That should help us avoid getting lost."

I barked out a laugh. "Oh shit, right, you're smart. You're gonna do this in a smart way and not just run down every single path until you figure out the right one in a few hours."

"I...don't know that I'd even be physically capable of doing it that way."

"Fair 'nough. We'll take it at smart-girl speeds then. And don't you worry 'bout a thing. If the monsters come for us, I'm the slutty one, they'll go for me first." I popped up onto my toes so I could tap the tip of her nose. The confused way her face wrinkled at that was fucking adorable.

It took us a bit to actually get into the cornfield. Kiki got distracted by jack-o-lanterns and the hayride and adorable shit like that. She kept flapping her hands the whole time. It was so fucking cute, and I was glad she mostly didn't notice she was doing it. But eventually, I finally managed to get the two of us into the maze. The cute mad hatter/juggalo-looking motherfucker at the entrance gave us some spiel about a murder or vampires or some shit, I didn't really care. All I cared about was that my tall-ass date was clinging to me and already looking spooked as hell even when we just stepped in. "Don't worry, Kiki," I snapped a quick kiss to her cheek and she squealed. "I'm a tough girl. I'll protect you from Freddy Krueger or whoever the fuck's out here."

She nodded a few times, but still clung to me as best she could. It was kind of hilarious that even with her arms around my shoulders, she was doing her best to draw out a map in her tiny little notebook. "S-so the entrance is here...I think that making the lines represent approximately five meters would be adequate, so with how we've traveled thus far—"

"Babe, we can literally still see the entrance if we turn around." Kiki whimpered and buried her face in my hair as I laughed. "Don't worry, don't worry! You can map out anything you want. Just wanna make sure you know we ain't lost yet."

"O-of course."

As much of a brave face as I was putting on, the spooky ambiance was getting to me. That wasn't a surprise, I knew it would. And the rustling cornstalks and weird noises being piped in from somewhere did creep me out, but that fact just hyped me up. It was hard not to run ahead to try and find the first scare, but having Kiki clinging to me helped me remember, and I was glad my hair was poofy enough that I could bounce and wriggle underneath her without headbutting her chin.

I was even more glad that my poofy hair protected her when a guy wearing fake teeth leapt out and "Blaaaaagh!"ed at us. I shrieked and jumped back, just barely stopping myself from shoving too hard into my date before I burst out laughing. "Fuck you dude!" The vampire didn't insult me back. Instead he just "Blaaaaagh"ed back into the cornfield. After that, I was still laughing, but I knew I'd heard some loud Kiki noises behind me, so I turned around to check on her. "H-hey, cutie. That guy didn't get you too bad did...he?"

Instead of a nervous smile or a look of surprise like I expected, Kiki's face was bright red and her eyes were shut tight, both hands clasped over her mouth. "Mmh!" She made a weird, muffled little noise that I didn't really hear right.

"You okay?" She didn't respond. "Hey, it's okay if you yelled, babe. That's kinda what we're here for." She squeaked again and I noticed how her whole body jolted. And then I realized I recognized that kind of jolting, and I had to chomp down on the inside of my lip to make sure I didn't start grinning. "What's up, Kiki? Has one vampire really got you shakin' that hard?"

After a moment, she let out a few whimpers, then finally coughed out a breath before she sucked it back in with a "*HEEK!*"

I couldn't stop myself from smiling that time, but I at least managed to hold back most of my laughter. "Whoa! That was so loud! What was that, Keeks?" She whined more and kept her hands over her mouth, and I did my best to calm down. "Hey...hey, you good, hon?"

"Mmf...*HMK!* Nnh!"

Yeah, I still couldn't stop smiling. I did my best to be gentle with her though. "Awww, babe. You got the hiccups?" She whimpered and nodded, and they were still loud even through her hands. "That's fuckin' adorable." The sound she made at that and how red her face went drove me absolutely crazy. How was this girl so fucking cute? I kept my arm tighter around her waist and felt how it bounced her whole body against me. Nowadays I totally got what made Susie so into this. "Don't worry about it, cutie. I don't think you're gonna attract any more ghosts than my loud ass was already gonna." I felt her giggle, then hiccup again, and I couldn't help it. I just popped up and pressed a smooch to her neck, and that got another kind of squeak out of her. "And hey, they say a scare's supposed to cure those, right? So fuck, we're in just the right place here! Let's keep going!"

Now Kiki was trying to cling to me, draw her map, and cover her mouth all at once, and it super wasn't working. As adorable as that was, it was slowing us down enough that I felt like it was kind of an issue. It took us nearly five minutes to even get to the next spook, and as soon as the knockoff ring chick screamed at us, Kiki started hiccuping even worse. She whined and buried her face in my hair, and even if it was the cutest shit I'd ever seen, I wanted to make sure she was actually good. "Hey, ring chick! Samsara or what's your face!" For some reason, that made Kiki laugh, and that didn't make her hiccup any less. Ring chick poked out of the corn again and looked at me...probably. I couldn't tell through all the hair. "Can me and my date have a minute in your little hidey-hole? I, uh, I promise we're not gonna fuck in it."

"Maya! *HIUK!*–ah!"

"What?" I turned to Kiki. "I said we're not gonna fuck in it." After a moment, the ring chick shrugged and held open the corn for us. "Thanks, sis! C'mon, Kiki, you're okay." Once me and Kiki were in the little corn hollow (the ring chick stayed outside like a spooky bouncer or something), I sat us both down and rubbed her back. "Hey. You good, babe?"

She pulled her face out of my hair and nodded weakly, but she was shaking even between her hiccups. "S–*HMK* s-sorry Ma–*UCK!* A-aaah...*MMP* M-Maya. *HEEK!* Nneh!"

"Hey, what the fuck are you sorry for?" I put my hand on her head and pulled her down to lean against my chest while I rubbed her hair. She didn't let me just plant her face in my boobs though. Shame. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to check on you." She tried to say something, but eventually she just whined, and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Hey, I can tell that talking's tough right now. Would it help if I guessed what was up?" After a second, she nodded again. "Are you worried that your hiccups are interrupting us?" Another nod. "Okay, if that's the case, don't even worry about that. I'm here to have fun, and seeing you all cute and blushy and hiccupy is totally fun!" That made her even cuter and blushier and she actually did hide her face in my boobs that time. I hoped she didn't realize that was what she was doing. "Any other worries?" She nodded and I hummed and thought about it. "You worried you'll...bug other people?" Another nod. "Babe, most of the people here are little kids or drunk college students, they won't give a shit. And besides that, I'm way fuckin' louder than you."

After a few moments, she slowly lifted her head. "Th–*UK!* nnh...*HMK* those were the m–*HMP*–m-main ones."

"God, you are such a fuckin' sweetheart, you know that?" She hid her face again and I couldn't help but laugh. "So if you know those are okay, any little worries or anything?"

After a few hiccups, she mumbled something into my chest. "It's em–*HMP!* embarrassing. *HNK-LP!* Nnh!"

"Awww, babe," I pulled her chin up and smooched her forehead. "You don't gotta be embarrassed. You're cute as fuck." It took all my self-control not to smirk while I said a thing I probably shouldn't have: "Susie'd totally agree with me if she was here." Kiki squeaked and hid her face one more time, and I couldn't help laughing. "She would! She'd be like 'Aww, poor Kiran. It's okay, my powers of butch emo-ness will take care of you and your hiccups.'" She would absolutely not be like that, she wouldn't even be able to say the word, but I couldn't share that part yet.

After a second, Kiki pulled her face out of my tits and gave me a weird look. "Um...*HMK* Maya, is it o–*HOUK*–k-kay if I ask y–*HOOP*–o-oou a question? *HMK-MMP!*" I shrugged. "You...*HULP* You know that I ha–*UCK* have a crush on Su–*HOOK* Susan, right?"

I stared down at her and let her free when she started squirming. "I mean...duh? Everyone knows that. And she's definitely into you too."

Kiki laughed way too loud and fake at that, and I could tell she didn't believe me. Fuck, why was Liv the only girl I'd ever met who knew how hot she was? "I, um...*HMP* I don't know ab–*HOUK* about that." There was a shriek from outside and I jumped and Kiki let out a huge "*HIULK!*" I couldn't help it, I cackled at that, and I was glad that a second or two later, she giggled too. "The...the wo–*HUP* woman out there is go–*HOOK* good at her job. *MMK*."

"Man, maybe I should try and get hired here next year. I'd love to get paid to do this shit."

"You'd be–*HEEK* so good at *ICCUP* that!" Kiki smiled and flapped her hands, and I thought I'd gotten her to actually forget her hiccups for a second. A moment later, though, she shrunk in on herself again. "B-but what I w–*UCK* was saying was...um–*HUMK* if you know that I'm at–*HUP* attracted to Su–*HOOK*–usan, then why a–*URK* are you dating me?"

I blinked. "Uh...kinda thought we'd been over this. Like, I'll mess around with just about everyone, especially a cutie like you."

"I-I underst–*UP*–stand that! A-and I a–*ULK*–also know that Su–*HOOK*–san is in a sort of re–*HEEK* relationshi–*HIP* with you and a–*ULP* also with Olivi–*UCK* and it's sort of co–*HMMP*–plicated and..."

"Slow it down, babe, you're going in circles." I rubbed her back and felt her jolt into my hand as she took a few deep breaths between her hiccups. "Yeah, Susie and Liv and I are all poly in our own ways. And Susie likes you. And I like you too. Dunno if Liv is into you like that, but she definitely doesn't not like you. So I'm not sure what the issue is here."

Kiki sighed and stared down at her lap while she knelt on the ground next to me. "I...I don't *HUP* quite know myself. *HMK!* It just..." She hiccuped a few times, but I couldn't let myself enjoy staring at her as much as I wanted to. The look on her face was still weirdly serious. "It just se–*HEEK* seems hard to bel–*HIEVE*–Hmk-khff–*MMK!* E-excuse me. *HMP*. It's hard to be–*HEEP* believe that I'd ge–*HUP* get this lu–*HUCK*–ky. To be born int---to money. To have the e–*up* educational opportun–*ic*–ties that I've had. And then to ha–*uck* have two incredibly strong, handsome, pretty," she started flapping again, "f-funny, bold, cool girls h---have a crush on me? It just..." She sighed. "It doesn't make sense. *hmp*. Nobody's that lucky."

"Kiki..." I stared up at her and kept rubbing her back, then knelt up tall so I could pull her into a hug and have her head on my shoulder. She was a little surprised, but she still wrapped her arms around me, and she was so soft and fat that she couldn't help but be a good hugger. Plus, I got to feel a few little hiccups still rocking through her body. After a bit, I pulled back and adjusted my glasses (no contacts, ever, not even for a werewolf costume. Fuck it, werewolves can have glasses too) so I could look at her face. She avoided my eyes, but only in a normal Kiki way. "I mean, you're the math nerd, so you know more about probabilities and shit than my dumb ass, so let's go with what you say. Sure, nobody gets that lucky. And neither did you." I poked her nose again. "You didn't get lucky. You got pretty and smart and sweet and cute and nerdy, and that made people like you. That's not luck. That's just people seeing the shit that's obviously right in front of them." Her whole face went so red and she buried it in my chest again, whimpering out a few more hiccups. I laughed. "See? This is the kind of shit you do that totally proves my point! That's cute as fuck, Kiki!" I tilted her face up at me again. "That's cute as fuck. And so is drawing a weirdly accurate map of the maze in your notebook. And so is looking all nervous and happy all at once in your slutty nurse costume." She hid her face again with that, but I let her get away with it. "And so is getting so spooked that you catch the hiccups. Think they're all better now though."

She nodded into my boobs, then pulled back further, and I sat back on my heels so she was taller than me again. "Th-they are. I think. Maybe. B-but it's strange." Her lips pursed in a cute little thinking face. "Ever since the start of the school year, I've been catching the hiccups much more frequently than I used to. I-I'm assuming that it might have something to do with HRT, erm, hormone replacement therapy because I started that at the same time, and it makes more sense that it might be a cause than just a change in environment, but I've never actually heard that...um...M-Maya, why are you smiling like that?"

I realized that I was grinning like a fucking maniac. Which was so not my fault! Kiki was getting the hiccups more often as soon as she came here? Christ, it was fucking fate! Liv and Susie may have been soulmates, but these two were totally meant for each other too! Susie you lucky fucking bitch, why aren't you on this date too?

Buuuuuuut I wasn't actually allowed to say any of that. So instead I just laughed. "'Cause that's cute as fuck too, Kiki! And it means I get to tease you about it!" Her face went red and she stammered, but I knelt up again so I was tall enough to throw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close enough that I could give her a noogie. "Adorable little nerd with a case of the hiccups...fuck, how am I supposed to not smooch you?" I snapped a few kisses to her cheeks and she giggled and squirmed in my grip. And hearing and seeing her laugh just made my whole fucking week.

Once her giggles had calmed down, she wiggled away from me again and stood up. "W-well, um...if you think it's cute, that's good, because I...I feel like they're not quite...gone? I think they might start up if I get frightened again."

"Well, since you're so fucking cute with them, sounds like even more reasons to keep going deeper into the corn then, huh?" 

After a moment, she nodded, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders again, writing in her little notebook and burying her face in my hair. "Lead the way please, Maya."

"With fuckin' pleasure, Kiki!"

I took Kiki back out of the corn and thanked Samanda or whoever the hell the ring girl was (and I also had Kiki give me a piece of her notebook paper to give her my number), and then we kept going through the maze. She was right, the next time she got spooked she started hiccuping all over again, but this time she just kept her face in my hair, squeaking and squealing and hiccuping, bouncing more and more every time we got scared. Even if she weren't muffling herself, she probably wasn't louder than me since I screamed every goddamn time. But even with her bouncing and shaking all over the place (which was kinda doing something for me the way her belly and new tits kept pushing into my back), I noticed her giggling after the scares along with me. Good girl.

Fuck, how were the girls around me all so fucking cute?

When we got to the end, Kiki was a worn-out, hiccupy, giggly mess, so I took her to the car to calm down. I couldn't talk, though. Almost literally. I'd screamed my ass off in there, and my throat was kinda fucked. "Hey, lookit you, all smilin' and shit. You have fun, Kiki?" She was hiccuping so fast that speaking would definitely be a pain in the ass, so she just nodded at me through the rearview. "Good! Good. But you did a lot more walking than you usually do, I bet." She slowly frowned and nodded. Fuck, made her sad. Fixing that immediately. "A lot more bouncing and hiccuping too." That got her to blush instead of looking sad. Better. "So you probably wanna head back home, huh?" She nodded again. "Works for me. I'll hit some of the parties once I put your hiccupy ass to bed. Don't think either of us will be doing much talking on the way back, though, so how about some more Sue-approved music?" The concerned look that got out of her made me snort. "Don't worry, this time I'll play something normal humans like too. Bitch isn't too good for Queen."

The drive back to college was pretty chill. Kiki was hic-hic-hiccuping away in the back, and I really wished Susie'd come with us so I could have chucked her back there too, but she was also bobbing her head curiously along with Queen. Cute. And I got to put most of my focus on the road like I was actually supposed to do.

It ended up being a really good thing I did that because we weren't far from the college when I saw something that made me hit the brakes. "What the..." Kiki looked worried when I said that, but I pulled into reverse, moving backward on the street, slipping into a fake parallel park, and rolling down the window. "Hey! Hey, Liv! That better not be you!"

The chick on the sidewalk dressed like a mad scientist stopped and looked at my car, and it was definitely fuckin' Liv. She confirmed that by walking over and hiccuping at me, followed by a short dude in a rubber Frankenstein mask. "I'm not Li–*IC*–iv, I'm Victor Frankenst---stein. Meet my son Adam. *hup* He killed my wife."

"Bullshit! Uh—" I looked at the rubber mask that stared back at me. "Bull...crap I mean. What are you doing? You said you never go out on Halloween!"

"No, I said I'd ne–*up* never be avail–*ic*–able. Different things. *hmk* Hi Kiran." Kiki was super flushed and flustered looking and had her hands over her mouth, keeping her hiccups almost totally quiet (kinda impressive, with how loud they were for most of the ride). Liv waved at her and she pulled one hand away to rapidly wave back. "I don't want to go *hup* to parties or haunted pla–*uck*–aces, I want to go trick-or-tre–*heek*–eating."

"Bro, you should have fuckin' said that! I'd totally go with—" I realized I'd just sworn again and bit my tongue. "...okay, yeah actually, I can see why I'm not invited. Anyway, who's the runt? Little cousin or something?"

Liv smiled widely. "My secret weapon. The re–*heek* reason I can still do this."

"Wait a minute..." I reached out and grabbed Frank's rubber face. His hands immediately went up to grab at my wrist, but I was still able to yank the head off, and underneath was Susie, her face bright red and her hair a staticky mess. "HAH!" She grabbed the mask back, but it was too late. I'd seen. And from the way she sat up, I knew Kiki'd seen too. "So this is why you wouldn't come with us, huh? Scamming for candy?"

"We started doing thi–*ic* this back in high school." Liv's face was flat again, but she sounded happy as fuck, and I would be too. "If Susanna's going to stay *hmk* this short, no reason not to get some use out of it."

"You say that like I have a fucking choice." Her voice sounded so stupid inside of that mask.

I was just barely keeping myself from completely laughing my ass off. "Haah...hhaaah. Okay, I get why you were busy now. Liv's not gonna let you have the night off, is she?"

"It's not like she does–*nnk* doesn't get half the candy." Liv shrugged.

"Fuckin' amazing." I sighed. But hey, since I had everyone here... "I think you still missed out though. I'd totally give up candy to get to see Kiki all scared and hiccupy like I did tonight."

Kiki yelped, then hiccuped completely out loud for the first time since I'd parked here, and I grinned. I grinned more at how I could feel Susie glaring at me even through her frankenface. "Oh, you have the hi–*ic*–ccups too. I thought you might." Liv poked her head in. "I've ha–*hup* had mine on and off *ulp* all day. Did you ca–*hup* catch yours at the corn maze?" Kiki nodded and hiccuped out a tiny "sorry". "I don't know wha–*hup* what you're apologizing for." Liv shrugged. "Anyway. *hmk* Adam and I have more houses to hi–*ic* hit. This gave me a nice longer brea–*uck* break from having to stifle th---though. Can't look dru–*hup* drunk while I'm trick or tre–*eat*–ing. So thanks for that. Bye, Maya. *hmk* Bye, Kiran."

"Later, doc!" I let myself laugh harder now, even though it hurt my throat.

Liv started walking away, but Susie actually held back, and after a second she moved over and knocked on the back window. Kiki glanced at me and I shrugged, so she rolled it down, hand over her mouth and still looking way too embarrassed. "Hey." Susie's low, muffled voice came out through the rubber. "I'll give you five dollars if you hiccup again."

Aww, she wasn't weird about saying the word this time. Damn. And the mask was totally hiding her super blushy face. Double damn. Kiki was just confused as she stared out at her. "I...what? S-Susan, that's...kind of you? But I absolutely don't need any monetary help, I..." She paused and moved her hand down to her chest. "I...oh! I-I think they're gone!"

"Good, 'cause I don't actually have five dollars. Later, Kiran." That was all Susie said before she walked off after Liv. Dammit, she managed to pull off looking kinda cool while dressed like fucking Frankenstien. That bitch had no idea what kind of rizz she was lugging around. Heartbreaking. 

"Huh." Rizz or not, I smiled back at Kiki. "Well ain't she chivalrous! Gettin' candy for a ladyfriend and saving you from those dastardly hiccups!"

"I...have no idea how that worked." Kiki was still sort of touching her chest, and I wondered if she knew how fucking cute she looked.

"How come you were trying to hide it? Just feelin' shy?"

"Um, probably yes, but..." she looked down and pushed her hands into her lap. "I was more concerned that Olivia would think that I was, um...mocking her?"

"...babe, definitely nobody thinks that. And if she did think that, she'd ask, and then she'd listen to you when you said no."

"Why has Susan never used that trick on Olivia? It was...shockingly effective on me."

I pulled the car back into drive and headed off again. "Nothin' cures Liv. And Susie knows that. Liv's been like this forever, so she's heard 'em all." After a moment, I snorted. "Well, one thing kinda cures her, but it ain't that." I saw Kiki tilt her head in the back. "Nah, can't get into specifics. You'll probably find out sometime though."

"I see." Kiki rubbed her chest again. "Having the hiccups is more physically tiring than I realized. I suppose it makes sense that Olivia has as much endurance as she does."

"Yeah, Liv's a tough bitch. There's a reason she's a first-stringer on the team, and it ain't just for her fast, long-ass legs." What was left of the ride was still pretty chill, and I pulled up next to Kiki's house after just a few minutes. "And welcome home, Nurse Hottie. You want me to walk you in?"

Kiki shook her head and got out, but she still hovered next to the window. "No. But...thank you so much, Maya. I really really had fun."

I grinned. "Good! You deserve to, Keeks!"

Hearing her giggle made me so fucking happy. She didn't start walking to her door right away, though, rocking back and forth on her feet instead. "Um, Maya? I...I don't want to assume anything, and—and you can say no if you want to! I-I'm not sure I should even ask, but I was, um, I just—"

"Hon, spit it out, I won't be offe—"

"Maya, can I please kiss you?!"

God damn. Kiki's face was so fucking red after she yelled that. I wondered if mine was too. I was pale as fuck, so I blushed pretty easy. My jaw had definitely dropped either way, but it only took a second for me to start smiling instead of gawking. "Fuck yeah, you can kiss me, Kiki! Go for it!"

She closed her eyes, opened them again, closed them, opened them, wriggled, flapped her hands, bent down, got up, bent down, and I was starting to think that I might have to give up on this when she suddenly grabbed my face with both hands and smooched me. Her lips were all fishy and weird. She was gripping my face too hard. And she pulled back after barely a second, leaving me kinda spitty. "Ah! A-ah..." her hands were flapping again. "I-I'm sorry, I should have—*HIC!*" My jaw definitely dropped again. Kiki's did too, but only for a second before she covered her mouth with her fists. "*HICCUP!*"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. I made sure I grabbed her hand so she wouldn't get away, though. "Kiki, you're so goddamn cute, what the fuck!" I forced it out between my laughs, then got up out of the car so I could hug her. She whined and hid her face in my shoulder, and I stood on my toes to make that easier for her. I rubbed and patted her back and she hiccuped against me. "You're so fucking cute. Scared yourself into the hiccups again just 'cause you kissed a hot girl." I couldn't help but sigh like a fucking doofus. "...hey." I dropped back down and looked up at her, making sure I was still smiling. "Maybe getting kissed by a cute girl'll get rid of 'em. Wanna try it?" After a few hiccups, she nodded quickly, and I held her face and pulled her into another kiss. I'd gotten pretty good at kissing people with the hiccups over the past year, so I was able to keep her head mostly in place with just a hand on her cheek. When I pulled back, she was still hiccuping, but she actually looked me in the eyes for a split second without looking scared by it. "Awww. Still got 'em. Wanna try again?"

After a few long moments, Kiki shook her head. "N-no. *HEEK* N-not because I di–*IC* didn't like it! I just–*HEEKUP!* Ah!"

"I getcha. Just had enough for one night?" She pulled in on herself and nodded. "Alright. You did great, Keeks. Get some good rest. See you tomorrow?" She nodded again and smiled at me. She wasn't good at smiling on purpose, but I could still tell she meant it.

I still had parties ahead of me that night, but even if every single one of them was complete ass, it'd still probably be the best Halloween ever.

...

Disloyal Ho: Hey Keeks! Its Maya!

Kiran (Kiki): (Thank you for making that clear)

Disloyal Ho: (np) I was thinkin about butch seducing and I got a great idea

Kiran (Kiki): Oh? What is it?

Disloyal Ho: I totes hear the exclamation point that thosed actually have next to em if you said em out loud. But anyway I got two questions for you now 1. Do you remember our halloween date last month? And 2. How do you feel about scary movies? Cause I think youll like em a lot better after this.

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! (poly) Tsukinami brother ( carla and shin)'s human darling finally got pregnant? SFW, NSFW and punishment headnanon please! Thanks in advance!

This somehow got way out of hand and is quite long. Also, might be the first time that I mark something as mature just to make sure.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, gaslighting, sadism, Stockholm syndrome, monopolizing behavior, controlling behavior, mentions of heavy dub-con, pregnancy, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, pregnant sex, slight body worship, childbirth

Darling is finally pregnant

🔮​🐺​Your whole life has long since belonged to the Tsukinami brothers, you've stopped counting the days, weeks and months since your abduction. You've stopped caring too as Carla has achieved his goal of successfully breaking your mind and spirit, shaping it into the obedient and sweet darling he wants you to be. Eyes that used to look at him and his brother with fear and terror now gaze at him with unbridled adoration and warmth, forgetting and forgiving each and every cruel moment and infliction of pain. It's mainly Shin nowadays who still hurts and torments you, Carla on the other hand has reached his goal and sees no reason anymore to torture you as much anymore. He's instead far more indulgent, he enjoys how pliant and soft you've become around Shin and him. He makes it very clear to Shin that he isn't allowed to inflict serious physical harm upon you and your body as Carla can now finally proceed with the next step of his plan.

🔮​🐺​Shin knows all too clearly what Carla's next plan is. Knocking their darling up, putting his heir inside of them. Now that you're so severely broken, it should be easy for Carla to coax you into carrying his offspring, the heir of the First Blood King. It has to be said but Shin isn't fully on board with everything his brother has in store for you but as the younger sibling who still holds a considerable amount of admiration and respect for his strong and older sibling, Shin has no choice but to begrudgingly accept everything. He misses at times your previous fear, your pathetic state of crying and begging and sobbing for him to stop hurting you, forcing himself on you and breaking your body apart. It just isn't the same anymore as you still cry and sob, naturally reacting to the pain, yet there isn't the same primal fear anymore, a result of Carla's mental torture. Instead your eyes shimmering with tears hold a blinding affection and you lean into his touches instead of flinching away from them.

🔮​🐺​This new and strange behavior of yours triggers different emotions inside of Shin. Sometimes he likes your softer behavior as it almost feels good to enjoy slices of "real" love from you and he almost teases you playfully for being out of your mind for loving him and his brother now. Other times he grows resentful, almost mournful, of the parts you lost because of Carla's mindgames. There isn't as much fun anymore in haunting and hurting you when you don't react with fear anymore, when you don't break down into the sobbing and begging mess covered in blood, sweat and tears. His tone is harsh and he insults you for having been so weak to give in to his brother, fingernails digging harshly into the flesh of your face. The sincere, albeit pained, smile you often give him as a response scares him almost in a way, his heart confused about how to feel. Shin almost expects his interest to drop but to his huge surprise it doesn't.

🔮​🐺​The younger brother expected it when Carla soon tells him to pass on bringing you down into the torture chambers at all since your body needs to heal and gain strength, you'll carry his child soon in your womb after all. You're put on a diet already, healthy and nutritious, to boost your health and Carla most likely comes up with a potion to increase fertility and to strengthen your body. He's considerate enough to estimate that it might be quite exhausting for a human to bear his child and whilst that won't safe you from the task of still carrying one, hopefully the potions he feeds you will help to prepare your body with the task of doing it. Shin, sensing that the big event will happen soon, uses every chance he has left to take you and ravish you however his carnal desires demand him to do. Covering you in bite marks and his cum, smearing his spit and seed all over your skin until you reek of him.

🔮​🐺​Shin doesn't want children at all and he knows that he isn't even allowed to release inside of you right now. Not that he would want to, he'd much rather soil you in all of his body fluid and have you reek of him, even days later. All of this won't be possible anymore as soon as you're pregnant with Carla's little brat, his future nephew by all accounts. In some way and sense he knows that he'll lose you to his brother, that you'll belong primarily to his brother as soon as his seed takes. So in an almost desperate attempt to claim and mark you as long as you're still you, Shin spends hours on end forcing you through orgasm after orgasm and even continues abusing your poor body long after you've passed out. Until eventually Carla orders you to stay in his private chambers and Shin has to silently bid his farewell to you because he knows the next time he'll see you, you'll be pregnant with Carla's child.

🔮​🐺​Carla takes his time though, mainly to allow your marred flesh to heal until only faint scars remain. Until all reminders of Shin, his marks and his scent clinging to your skin, have disappeared and Carla can claim you completely and utterly for his own. He bathes you, massaging the soap into your skin to get rid of the persistent smell of sex and Shin on your skin, rubs ointment on all the scratches and bites on your body until all traces of Shin fade away and leave you ready to give him what he's always wanted from you. A precious heir. Over the last few days he's already mentally prepared you for it, his heart sparking with excitement when you quickly embraced the idea of having his child, even wondered if it would inherit his white hair or his golden eyes, both physical traits of his that you find beautiful. Your soft response to it all, a result of all his training, proves to him that you're ready to carry his child. You'll be a wonderful mother for his heir.

🔮​🐺​His bites aren't any less painful and there's still this overpowering roughness apparent but there's an underlying softness present in the way he treats you. Golden eyes gazing down at you with pride and fondness, fingers drawing ever so slight patterns onto the skin of your as of now flat stomach, low praises leaving his lips occasionally as you lay still for him and allow him to ruin your body premanently, take load after load inside your womb. His thrusts are like honeyed arrows, sharp yet sweet, his whispers of praise and encouragement entering your head and making your thoughts and mind spin. Every thrust inside your wet hole is smooth and drawn out, every vinch of his pulsing cock rubs against all the right places and soon you're reduced to an exhausted mess of only pleasure and physical sensation, every touch and bite all the more pleasurable as your mind only revolves around Carla and his cock, locked deep inside of you, filling you up over and over again.

🔮​🐺​At one point you drift out of consciousness, the quivers of your body when you clench down on his member and orgasm only a pleasurable pounding at the back of your head. Carla continues to relentlessly press deep inside of you even after you've given in to exhaustion, the thick head of his cock rubbing against your cervix as he shoots load after load inside of you. His stamina is impressive and the thought of his darling swollen with his child fuels the greed and desire, hot arousal that keeps him hard and determined. He could keep on going for much longer but keeps in mind that his semen must have taken by now and that your body now needs all the rest it can get. You don't wake up until multiple hours later as your body has needed all the rest it could get. Your whole body feels sore, your hole loose, dripping with his seed and slightly burning and one look down at your body lets you see all the bites and bruises on, especially on your hips where his own rutted roughly against the skin.

🔮​🐺​You spend the next few days in the same routine in his chambers. Hours are spent with him lodged deep inside of your vagina, stuffing you full of his hot seed until you eventually fall asleep during the process, too exhausted to keep up and wake up a couple of hours later only to allow him to bathe you, wash you and dress you up. Sometimes you're so sore that you can barely stand and have to be carried by him. He serves you all your meals, looks out that you stay hydrated enough and eat everything you're given to gain energy and strength. You often pester him whether or not he can already tell if you're pregnant or not and your excitement about the aspect of his child growing inside of you fills his chest with warm pride. It only takes him a good week still until he can sense the new life nestled deeply into your womb with his magic. When his cold hand stays on your tummy and a content glimmer appears in his eyes, you feel giddy and happy.

🔮��🐺​Now, Shin has rarely seen his brother these days as Carla rarely leaves his chambers, dedicated to spend his time with you and to fill you up with child. It wasn't hard for him to tell that both of you were busily working as he could hear you when he strayed too close to the bedroom. He can't enter though since Carla has sealed the area with his magic with him the only one who can enter and leave. Every time he has seen Carla these days though, mostly to prepare your meals for you, he caught a good whiff of your own scent and sex on his older brother, stirring his own cock slightly but above all it just made him miss you. It's quite boring without you around and he gets low-key aggressive the more days pass by until it gets so bad to the point where he has to search for other humans to vent his growing irritation and anger. After what has been way too long in Shin's mind, you're finally let out of Carla's chambers, happy to see Shin. You aren't nearly as excited as he is though.

🔮​🐺​Shin is perhaps a bit too excited as he pounces onto your form and nearly knocks you over only to be harshly pulled back by Carla who gives him a silent and low growl. Oh...right. Shin doesn't need to ask, he knows already. Carla's newly protective behavior and, most of all, your changed smell should tell him everything he needs to know besides the very obvious fact that if you wouldn't be pregnant, Carla would have never let you leave his chambers in the first place. Great, now he can listen to his brother warning him about all the things he is absolutely forbidden to do with you now. The first timester for Shin is one of the worst as Carla is the most strict and controlling during it. The first weeks are crucial for the healthy development of the baby so nothing is allowed to put harm on you. He's checking on the baby once a day, supervises you wherever you go so that Shin never has a lone moment with you. He knows that his brother doesn't fully trust him, especially now, and that is as angering as it is annoying.

🔮​🐺​Every meal you're served, you have to eat as Carla estimates that you'll need all the nutritions and energy that you can get. He's read into the process of pregnancy from conceiving a baby up until childbirth but he can't recall of any record in the history of his kind creating a child with a human but he expects difficulties, especially because he's the First Blood King. So he keeps his sharp eyes always on you, observes the progress of your pregnancy. First signs of pregnancy symptoms appear within a few weeks as you become very sensitive to noises, certain smells and even light. Everything that could potentially trigger you is swiftly removed by Carla and Shin who has to help one or another way if he wants to see you at all now. Honestly, he doesn't understand what the big drama is with those things but Carla won't let anything trigger you and stress you out too much since those things are bad for the baby.

🔮​🐺​At the end of your first trimester quite a couple of things happen which almost overwhelm Shin a bit. Your appetite increases significantly to the point where you eat double the amount you ate before, the infamous weird cravings show themselves and whilst Shin occasionally mocks you for the clusterfuck of random stuff you're combining, Carla doesn't bat an eyelash. He still keeps you on a strict diet but he's willing to give you once or twice a week what you crave, more considerate and lenient now that you're pregnant with his child. Your body starts slowly changing, your breasts become tender and despite your big appetite, you feel nauseous quite often. Shin wouldn't even be surprised if it's due to the weird stuff you consume at times but apparently that's quite normal during pregnancy. What isn't as normal is the frequency and intensity of it which concern Carla as you can't digest food as well as you should and as it also drains your energy so he starts preparing herbal tea and uses his magic to ease your queasiness.

🔮​🐺​You start showing a lot sooner than Carla anticipates to the point where even Shin, who has little to no idea of pregnancy besides the basics, asks him if you're carrying more than one inside of you. An idea impossible as he has only detected one inside your womb and another checkup reveals merely that his baby seems to be on a bigger side. It's within what he would have anticipated though from an unheard pregnancy such as yours, reassures you that it's nothing to worry about. It's something to be proud about instead in his mind as it merely means that his child will be strong, although he does know that this might imply far more difficulties and discomfort for you in a couple of months and could make birth a lot more exhausting for you. Your little bump definitely is something Carla grows fond over quickly though, possesive pride over the fact that your middle is rounding out over time to make space for his child growing inside of you and he likes to dress you up in clothes that let him see your changing shape.

🔮​🐺​As your body starts adjusting to the changes within you, your stomach expanding due to the child inside of you, your breasts swelling up with milk and somehow your whole body appears to be softer as maternity glow settles in. As beautiful that is in Carla's eyes and as weirdly interesting Shin's mind, it has an affect on both of those men. Shin is at this point already all high and dry with his arousal as he's been forbidden for nearly 5 months now to touch you in such ways and besides soft hugs you mainly gave him, hands always excitedly on your stomach, he hasn't been able to do anything with you. Carla hasn't either as he saw sexual interactions with you as too risky during the first few months, especially with your increased nausea and your discomfort with the baby inside of you taking all the place in your belly for itself, the weird bloated feeling a major discomfort for you for a while. Now that you've gotten over the discomfort and pain for now for the most part, both men start staring at you with hungry gazes.

🔮​🐺​Carla is the first one to coax you into bed with him, taking his chance as he senses how your own libido slowly returns now that the unease and discomfort is gone. He's gentle, soft and careful. A side of him you've never fully seen during sexual intercourse but you can't say that you're disliking it as he's almost worshipping you body now. He admires your growing bump, your tender and swollen breasts slowly filling with milk for his child and the weight you've started to put on as a result of your increased hunger. He's murmuring low praises at you for taking everything so well, for enduring all the pain and discomfort for his child in your womb and for looking as gorgeous as you do in your current state. He's more understanding to the fact that some positions might exhaust you quickly due to your expanding abdomen so for the first time ever he actually lets you figure out with which position you feel the most comfortable.

🔮​🐺​His hands are often on your stomach or on your breasts as he wants to feel how his seed has changed your body, Carla won't deny that he favors positions where he can have a clear view of the way your bigger belly and breasts jiggle with every smooth yet sharp thrust inside of you. You can tell at times that he really has to hold himself back from pounding ruthlessly into you as the sign of your body nibbles on his self-control, the thing he prides himself on. One time he actually graces the place where your child lays with his cock a bit too roughly, earning him the first kicks he's felt from his child who wildly protests against the sudden disturbance of their peaceful privacy. The little one is certainly strong as their launch of kicks and hits put you through uncomfortable pain, causing Carla to pull out despite still being hard and trying to soothe the enraged child inside of you and ease your own visible discomfort, the taut skin on your belly rippling with movement.

🔮​🐺​Shin is eventually allowed to have sex with you again too and at this rate he feels like he's about to murder someone because of his sexual frustration. He just wants to bang his darling so badly at this point but obviously he has to listen to Carla again who warns him to not hurt you or his child with Shin only listening half-heartedly. The one-eyed man isn't sure whether he'd call your transformation because of your pregnancy beautiful but he certainly finds himself engrossed with the changes on your body, weirdly fascinated by it. He's walking a fine line here because he does put you through a bit of discomfort, he's still a sadist at heart after all. He knows that the weight in your visibly rounded middle is a challenge for you from the way you walk around the castle, takes you from behind on all four very often simply to see the discomfort in your joints after a few rounds as your baby bump wears you down.

🔮​🐺​As soon as your milk starts leaking out, he discovers a new hobby of squeezing your swollen and sensitive nipples and the handful of flesh from your enlarged breasts and watching how the milk squirts out. He's often referring to you as a cow in such situations as he smears the thick liquid all over your skin and even forces you to taste what your body is producing now. Out of curiosity he gives it a taste as well only to discover that he enjoys the flavor a lot more than he anticipated. Yes, he knows that Carla insists on the milk to be for his child but if you're in clear pain because of your sore and full breasts, he's doing you a favor. Carla did say after all that you shouldn't be stressed after all. Just make it a secret between the two of you and don't tell Carla, alright? He's even frequently poking the taut surface of your stomach to elicit reactions out of them, watching with curiosity and slight sadistic amusement as they cause a ruckus inside of you and cause you to grimace in pain.

🔮​🐺​As the 30th week comes around, your nausea starts picking up again and with the child inside of you quite big at this point, so does your pain and your fatigue. You stay a lot more in bed, trying your best to calm the active child inside of you who kicks you like they mean to burst free of their home. You become heavily reliant on Carla who is most of the time there with you, who helps you out of bed and supports you when you need to go somewhere, most of the time the bathroom as your bladder is squashed under the size and weight of the child. Shin is allowed to visit you because you actually ask for his presence and manage to convince Carla into letting him in his private chambers. Shin is initially still doing his best to mock you and taunt you but he stops soon when he realizes how much you're struggling at this point in your pregnancy, startled when feeling for himself how harsh the movement of the child has gotten by now. He snaps at Carla at times, not enjoying the sight of you in such discomfort and pain due to the stupid child he put inside of you.

🔮​🐺​Shin wants the goddamn child out of you at this point, the source of all of your unease and pain and the thing that has stopped him from being able to do anything with you, the faster the better. Carla glares at him whenever he voices his thoughts but surprisingly doesn't scold or reprimand him and Shin takes it as a sign of slight guilt from his side. Nevertheless, Carla is determined to get you to carry to full term or at least as close as you can get to the due date to minimize the risks of the child suffering from health issues. Luckily the child at least shifts in the right position in the last two weeks before your due date and stays in that position, causing your entire stomach to hang a bit lower on your frame. Shin, who despite his earlier statement of not wanting to be involved with the birth, has a strange change of heart and suddenly wants Carla to give him a crash course on how to deliver a child. Needless to say, his older brother is sceptical about the whole idea and in the end he says that if Shin should annoy him in any way during labor, he will be immediately kicked out.

🔮​🐺​You spent the last few weeks before your due date in the constant presence of Carla and even Shin pops up a lot more frequently than ever before. The little one in you is still as active as ever so when your early labor starts, you barely notice with the frequent movement going on inside your stuffed womb. It's actually Shin who notices when putting one hand on your taut skin and noticing the iron-hard muscles underneath, how they tighten underneath your skin and calls Carla. Both of them have been anticipating labor everyday now and after a brief examination he tells you that you're experiencing contractions right now, for now still mild and irregular but sure to get stronger in the foreseeable future. Carla starts preparing everything and Shin, if he doesn't have to help him with something, tries to distract you from the occasional contraction you feel. Despite all the discomfort you've felt in the last trimester of your pregnancy, early labor is surprisingly mild as even your child has stilled.

🔮​🐺​Perhaps you've spoken too soon though as the contractions start getting closer together and become more intense with passing hours, especially once you feel the pressure tightening inside of you until it actually bursts and you feel liquid tickling down your legs as your water has just broken. From there on things really get started yet Carla advices you to walk around for a while to help the baby to move down into your birth canal so both him and Shin assist you and support you with Carla telling Shin to stop every time another contraction hits you to give you time to breathe through it. In between everything Carla keeps on seeing how far you're dilated, tells you strictly to not push whenever you ask him if you can as the need to do so overwhelms you more and more whenever you feel your insides tighten, squeezing the child out. Shin knows enough by now, Carla probably won't let you push until you've fully dilated to 10cm.

🔮​🐺​Shin is perhaps slightly mortified when you're far enough to push and deliver because this is far beyond what he was imagining. He didn't expect to to take that long as he was expecting the child to pop out rather easily and instead he has to assist you into shifting into different positions until Carla tells him to stop as he figures out which position might be the best, hand on the underside of your belly and feeling how the baby slowly makes it's way down into the birth canal. Besides just making grimaces himself when hearing your shrill screams and silent sobs, something that would under freaking normal circumstances make his heart jump up and down with joy, he doesn't know what else he's even supposed to do now. He just endures the way you grab his hands or press your head against your chest, breathing troubled through each and every contraction and gritting your teeth whilst pushing.

🔮​🐺​A painful experience for you, a surreal experience for Shin, a slightly nerve-wracking experience for Carla, although there's also a decent amount of anticipation bubbling up inside of him as his child, his heir will soon be born. You seem to feel it when the head bullies his way through your vaginal tissues as a sharp and burning pain envades your senses and Shin only understands what's going on when he hears Carla encouraging you in a more urgent tone to push, tilting his head to see. When he catches his first glance of the tiny thing, head and shoulders out, he doesn't really know how to feel as the whole situation somehow sinks in. He's helping his darling delivering the child his older brother put inside of them months ago, the mere idea suddenly so strange in his head. Regarding the baby itself, or rather himself, it resembles a wrinkly, large potato in a way but he won't dare to say that out loud. Even covered in all sorts of fluid, the damp assortment of white hair with dark tips shows very clearly who the father is.

🔮​🐺​Despite the indescribable emotions and the weirdness of the situation, Shin stays. He watches as Carla cuts the umbilical cord a few minutes after the baby is delivered, how he cleans his son from the mess he was delivered in and how he lays him on your chest instantly after, golden eyes shimmering with pride as he gazes down at the baby. The moment the shrill cry of the baby fills the room, Shin flinches as all confirmations why he would never try for a child as determined as Carla did ar ticked off. Here he is though, his nephew. Carla on the other hand is the closest to being genuinely happy for the first time. The birth was lengthy and exhausting but ultimately there were no big complications and as far as he can tell, his son is as healthy and strong as he had always been even whilst in your womb. Truly the spitting image of his father as he notes proudly when the infant opens his eyes for the first time, his eyes as golden as his father's.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

What does your husbando/waifu/nonbinary barbie-crotched S/O says about you?

TW: slight teasing,but oh well...., also nsfw themes and swearing ( sowwy)

TEAM FARTRESS 2

Scooter/weanie man: complete morosexual or the unhuman need to take care of Boston inhabitants with room temperature EQ ( en englais: you have the mommy/daddy/parent kink and you want to show that boi all the love he deserves)

Soldier: you are a human carpet ( sub) or so Dom my sibling in Christ I am terrified. You think his bravery/randomness is endearing or you got roped in by every tumblr/wattpad headcanon potraying him as the ultimate beefcake ( cant argue with you, mofo built like a brickhouse on steroids without the roids.)

Pybro: A. you are a nonbinary peep and any nb representation makes your ovaries/balls/reproductive parts COMBUst with excitment. B. intense latex/leather kink with slight burn/wax play on main. I am both afraid and faschinated by your ability to flesh out on a person we barely know the most basics of their personaility, Godspeed you allmighty bAstERD <3

eNGIe: cowboy appreciator, daddy seeker and parental figure creamer connesuer, you fell in love with the ( here ) so much you actively search and look out for the gruff, wrench handling and guitar-playing texas man of your dreams. No matter your gender or sexuality engie hits that hotspot only the daddiest of daddies hit !

Heavy: rare breed of bear enjoyer, probs an older sibling that wants to make the older sibling ( tired, unhydrated and slighty (( extremely)) in need of therapy) pair. Probably not a huge shipper since you view HeavyMedic as more of a platonic pairing, or you are of the rarest Medicx Reader x Heavy poly sandwich. Please dont hug him too tight, hell hug tired and make your eyes pop like a cheap pop eyed toy.

Demo: contrary to popular belief, you are not a bbc enjoyer/seeker, Demoman isnt just a sextoy to you. He is just the only level headed person you see in a team of morons ( for u) or manchildren with murder tendencies and well, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE IS BUILT WITH ABBS LIKE A WASHBOARD AND LOVES HIS MOM, HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL. HE IS SOULMATE/LOVE TILL DEATH ( WONT DO YOU PART, HE KNOWS MAGIK TO RECITATE YOU) , PLEASE I SALUTE YOU YOU GLORIOUS TAVISH ENJOYER!

Medic: WE GET IT HE IS HANDSOME AND SOUNDS EITHER LIKE A CHICKEN WITH A TOP TIER DANTE DEMON OR HOT GERMAN GILF! Please dont canoodle him so hard, youll throw out his back or break his hip. Also very questionable kinks ( i see you blood kinksters). You unironically are the I cAn MakE HiM So MUch WorSE squad and you scare me.

Sniper: yes he is the ratman ofyour dreams and yes he is also really pretty, but please stop treating him like a man who aint also a hired killer. Yes he wont even think to correct his Macas orders, but he will and can make you swoon so hard you look redder than Pyros suit, mans gots that outdoors, unshowered , rugged swagg and he is rocking it harder than the fricking 80s <3 <3

Spah: yesh you have a french kink, yes you want him to whisper in your ear soft french while he btters your bagguet, probably into dilfs or gilfs in the distance because none is a dilf /suave/sensual enough for you. ( perfume isnt a shower, go to shower now, mon petit coucou

RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE ( or the bimbofied RE4)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: a cis male/ a sapphic soul/trans,enby vagabond who respectfully wants to drown while motorboating he absolute units of bazoongas. Perhaps slight size kink and perhaps a person who doesnt mind a good blood slurped by their F! S/O if their tumm had the ramblies. Please dont go overboard, or youll enter the unholy assemblange of vore/stuffing kink irl

Donna Bienevento: creepypasta kid, you unironically got spooked first time you read Jeff the Killer. Probably into some questionable types of literature, hardcore horror enjoyer who also has a sanrio addiction. You have tried some kinds of handcraftmanship and might even have some hobbies that involve handiwork. I applaud you, but please dont give the basement FEOTus monster your choccy milk, itll have the zoomies and knock of angies card-castle.

Salvatore Moreau: the epitome of I can fix him! peeps, probably slight hurt/comfort enjoyer. You saw how dirty all the other treat him and you crave to make fish man happy. Both feet in monsterfuckening domain, unironically want to do the dirty while he is at monster form. Maybe you saw the Shape of Water and your brain did the thingy, but oh well, please continue on and make the lord of the reservoir the happiest fish in the sea!

Karl Heisenberg : you slimy, daddy kinked bAsterds, cant we have one game with a slight rat man with a good VA without yall flocking to him like lycans to his factory for french toast scraps??? slight bdsm enjoyer, or person who wants metal rat man happy and softened out like a soviet made breadcutter blade after a top tier professional restoration. Either way, please handle with care he may cry if you hug him the good way

The duke: an absolute chad who may or may not want to drown all your sorrows to a large, beautiful, suave man hug ( or man-thing, you never know.) You seriously deserve the world, because you be pumping fics faster than a heated political debate on Reddit. Also probably a slight hand kink, we all show those monsters at the Shadow of Rose DLC.

[disdaidal]

Giving you a character: Billy, of course. :p

Of course, Billy Hargrove was to be expected :D

How I feel about this character: I have strong and complicated feelings about this character. He's a bad boy, the kind of guy I would have absolutely hated in high school but also the kinda guy who would not be boring at least. :D He's loud and obnoxious and parties like an animal, but his taste in music is impeccable (I love rock and metal and music from the 80's and I will not take criticism for that). He's got pretty eyes (that curly mullet is... well, let's say, H&M did it better <3), a nice body and a great fashion sense (denim-on-denim and leather jackets ftw) and he drives a Chevrolet Camaro from '79 like a madman. He can also be pretty funny when he wants to be, ridiculous even. So, what's not to like really? :P

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I mostly ship him with Steve, Eddie and Argyle (the last two are totally crack and fanon but who gives). I think Billy and Heather could've been hot, more than friends, maybe even friends-with-benefits if not an actual couple. Just sayin'. I've seen some great headcanons, maybe even fanart of Billy and Chrissy and I think, you know, the princess and metalhead setting could've worked with them, too.

As for my most 'problematic' Billy ship, I actually really like Billy and Hopper. There's this whole daddy kink thing involved I suppose. Lowkey my favorite crackship Ted and Billy as well. :P I'm also very supportive of Billy and El in general, I think the actors had great chemistry in s3 and I can see why some ship them, so I suppose I lowkey ship them (in spirit), too.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Though I ship Billy and Heather romantically, I also love seeing them as 'gay besties', supporting each other and protecting each other. It's one of my favorite headcanons in this fandom. Same goes for Chrissy I suppose, if not romantically involved.

Though Billy had his issues with Max, maybe even than beyond just normal 'sibling-ship', I still enjoyed their relationship a lot. It's clear that they spent a lot of time together (whether they actually hated it or not), and that they deeply cared for each other.

My unpopular opinion about this character: The majority of the fandom seems to think (or at least acts like) Billy is the worst character in the show and at least used to actively bully and harass Billy fans and shippers (his actor got his fair share of that also I hear). Though Billy was definitely not the nicest character or even particularly 'goody-good' (he was a bully and quite shitty at times actually), acting like he's worse than Dr. Brenner, for example, is bullshit. We clearly did not watch the same show.

Also, for other Billy fans... He might be your baby, but he's not an actual baby. He's not really your son or child and you don't need to 'protect' him from the haters who can't separate fiction from reality (just block them) or tw/anti Karen or any other character you don't like in favor of Billy (you're no better). Billy can also be shipped with characters other than Steve (male or female, older and younger, even self-inserts) and just because you don't like it, doesn't make the ship automatically 'problematic'. It just means there are people out there who like different things than you and you need to learn to suck it up and look away. It's for the best.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. That Billy wouldn't have faced such gruesome death. He wasn't a good guy, but he didn't deserve to die, especially so young. I also wish we could've seen what really happened between him and Max between seasons 2 & 3 because clearly their relationship improved there. Such wasted potential.

[dissvicious]

Rant post

Ok this is not gonna be funny. I don't know which CW / TW post here but I'm gonna talk about the way some of ya are trating young women who write porn and will mention some really bad experiences I had with kink community.

i'm a 26 years old butch with shitty temper who workout a lot so I have a very VERY strong older sibling energy and I'll use this older sibling energy to shout to y'all on this network :

LET YOUNG WOMEN HAVE FANTASIES FOR FUCK SAKE

I saw two of my favorite Buggy writers, which are both in their early 20s, getting a lot of mean comment / harrassment because they had kinks / fantasies and write about them. And holly shit those were such innocent kinks.

You wanna grab the collar of the kink community ? I'll grab it with you because I was one of it victims when I was a teen. In fact I'm really really mad against some part of sexpositive / kink communities because of this. But chose your targets wisely holly crap.

Fight against the old men who are into age gap kinks.

Fight against men who use young women vulnerability to drive them in BDSM as their first experience, who enter NSFW discord for that.

Fight against old men using sexual liberation as a weapon to harm vulnerable people.

Women in their early 20s discovering their sexuality through fanfiction & simping aren't hurting anyone. The biggest risk here is that someone use their content to harm them and it's OUR responsability as older women/queers who went through traumatic experiences to protect them and that implies NOT BULLYING THEM .

Y'all don't give a shit about the real issues in kink community, y'all just are misogynistic pieces of trash targeting a medium used mostly by women & queer for women & queer because it's easy.

You're just pissed off because for once women & queers have places where to explore their own sexualities, fantasies & desires without straight male gaze.

Period.

*drop the mic*

P.S : this apply to older women too, of course. your mom read porn, deal with it

[ao3wincest]

The Armpit Fic

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gdvHp32 by lonely_traveler It was glaring at him, almost, from the crease of Dean’s arm-and-torso as he faced away from Sam. Curly, barely-brown hair, teasing its way out just a little… undoubtedly cleared of any soap or deodorant scents as they had both more than sweated it all off in the hunt they’d just come back from… Sam sat down harshly on the closest bed - Dean’s - as his vision suddenly swam with humiliating levels of arousal. He wasn’t fourteen anymore, barraged with crazy levels of uncontrollable hormones that didn’t even constitute as arousal, really, but as it turned out, seventeen wasn’t much better. Or, The Hidden Side Effects of Wanting to Fuck Your Older Brother From a Very Young Age, an exposé. Words: 4869, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Armpit Kink, Sweat, Scent Kink, &lt; as in armpit sweat. u understand, Consensual Underage Sex, (i guess? sam consents but he's seventeen. up to the reader), sam is cisgender this time sorry guys, i'll do better i prommy, Anal Sex, Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Light Dom/sub, &lt; verrrrrry mild. per my typical M.O. i guess, dean is just sam's dom in canon idk what to tell you, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sibling Incest, tw: sam being a gay little freak :/, AKA, Sam Winchester is Obsessed with Dean Winchester, all y'all really need to know tbh read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gdvHp32

[m1lo0o]

ALERT‼️ @thekinkyleopard @aller-geez 😆

🌀NEW SNZ OC 🌀

Birth Name: Reno Wisterain

(Re)Name:Reuveyte Euven Emwire!!

Nickname: Rui or Reuvey🌀😭

Species: Fallen Angel

Sexuality: GAY🏳️‍🌈

Age: 26 (2,600 yrs old)

Birthday: 5/14

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 6’3 1/2

Appearance Description: See-through teal wings, white hair, white attire, teal/baby blue piercings, long lashes, teal markings under his eyes, star shaped pupils, always a fang sticking out of his mouth wether it’s opened or closed because I think that’s rlly cute🥺💙

🌀FACTS🌀

•Loves to make jokes (they are HORRID…😂)

•He likes to live on the edge even though he’s already dead (which is how he died in the first place💀)

•Literally obsessed with shit he finds in the most random places

•He used to have long lucious hair before he decided to chop it off (to him it got annoying to take care of🫠)

•All 4 of his siblings think of him as the big brother when in reality he’s literally the youngest🥰

•He isn’t afraid of anything😈

•He’s surprisingly good at voice impressions 🤩

•People often compliment his physique (Literally who wouldn’t 😩😩😩)

🌀PERSONA🌀

•Very confident even if he’s in the wrong…💀

•Literally doesn’t know the mean of ‘embarrassed/embarrassment’(Yes, he’s that confident😭)

•Very protective even if he sucks at fighting🫠

•He has a soft spot for cute things which is why he can’t resist animals even if he’s allergic to them😏

🌀LIKES🌀

•Lana Del Rey, Mitski, Laufey, Indila, The Neighbourhood, Isabel LaRosa, Arctic Monkeys, TV Girl, and Chase Atlantic ‼️

•Heights

•Night walks🤩

🌀DISLIKES🌀

•Untrustworthy people

•People who get jealous easily

SNZ🫠🫠🫠:

He doesn’t have the kink, but he loves to annoy the fuck out of anyone who does🤡

•He’s allergic to most animals and he loves animals(how ironic…😏)

The animals that really get him in a fit are birds and dogs😭

•He has very stuck sneezes and once they arent stuck it’s hard for him to stop ESPECIALLY when around those two animals, the others are just like hives, runny nose and eyes😂

•Allergy snz:

“Hiih—…hehh!!—HEK’TKSCHA!..ugh..”

“Hii—hhh—eh-eEKSHIEW!..bleh..”

“EHHhh..—EICHIEW!”

(He literally can’t stifle no matter how hard he tries🫠)

•He gets sick often like every month or so🥺🥺

•He’s a baby when he’s sick (he does it on purpose to fuck around with whoever is caring for him😏)

•His symptoms are high fever,mild sneezing, coughing and very very bad sore throat since he does those cool voice impressions 😎(If someone he knows and told him that they have the kink, he will definitely try to fake cough or sneeze even if he doesnt need to😂😂😂)

•Sick snz:

“…Heh—HEKTISCHHieW!”

“…Hiih—HIIHCKT’IEW!”

“—Heh..hiHh!—cHiEWw!”

🌀BACKSTORY🌀

TW MENTIONS; suicide, blood, descriptive gore‼️‼️

Reno Wisterain was born to a human woman who married an angel. They had a total of 5 kids, including Reno. The first born child is, Kyodo (male), second is Eloise(female), third is Siene(trans girl), and fourth is Akilay(male). They all valued Reno, the youngest as the older brother since he was the one who cared for the family the most. He would often be treated badly by Kyodo due to his jealousy for practically being the favorite child. Reno’s parents eventually kicked Kyodo out and he wasn’t seen for several years. The family lived in peace in that time frame until one night Reno woke up to several blood-curdling screams. He ran to the source of the sound and discovered that his whole family had been murdered by none other than a reveng-seeking Kyodo. Since Reno wasn’t that experienced in physical battle he unfortunately lost and died due to being stabbed countless, horrific times. Blood was spilled that night and Kyodo left with no regrets for his actions. That hatred he felt for Reno was unbearable. So unbearable that not long after he killed them all, he killed himself. Reno’s conciousness awoke to him back on earth, but as a fallen angel. He had lost his memory entirely. So he decided to name himself Reuveyte Euven Emwire (without knowing he was renaming himself). Now he currently wanders his hometown with confidence, completely unaware of anything that happened in the past.😭

THANKS FOR READING THIS FAR🥺🥺🥺

I’m obsessed with him already..🌀🌀🌀

I spent like 5-7 hrs on his design😩

[thetenamongstthesethrees]

TW: REFERENCE TO SH AND RELAPSE OF SH AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT

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Ok so ik ive been inactive for a *WHILE* and im srry for that but like i have a buncha things that happened these past 3 months that I NEED To share SOOOO....

First things first, the one im most excited abt: I DID MY FIRST PERFORMANCE!!! My school was doing little mermaid jr and I got Scuttle! I was really happy to get my first role and getting at least one solo, and Im just happy overall on how it went! I think I did really good on my first try! Only bad thing was that now im kinda going through my lil mermaid hyperfixation and have been looking up fics where Sebastian and Ariel kinda have a Father/Parental Figure-Daughter or Older Brother-Younger (stupid but ultimately well meaning) Sister dynamic and have started to write a fic on that bc no ones done it before apparently😒(im going cray cray, bonkers mayhaps)

Might've gotten my eye infected(I live in the east of the us, new york to be more specific and woke up the day after the "live vintage (BLAME CANADA/j) filter" with my right eyes nerves slightly more irritated and haven't gotten that checked out so thats fun)

FINALLY finished that one drawing ive been making for 3 MONTHS.(well, technically....)

Almost done writing my passion project, AKA the one I originally wanted to make into an animated series but have settled for a book just in case that can't happen! I still need to work out some kinks, design more outfits, get all their personalities in check, make sure the world and magic is fully fleshed out, ect.

I also do band, and while I originally thought that I would have a problem bc of both band and theatres close scheduling(i originally had dress rehearsal on june 2nd, AND my band concert on June 2nd) but it all worked out in the end! My band concert went great, and while the dress rehearsal was a mess, we at least got through it! :)

Unintentionally quit SH! I was originally only meant to stop until AFTER performances, but ive been bettering myself and learned that if I ever want to forgive myself or at least move on I gotta stop feeling sorry for myself and not forget nor forgive, but remember, i just can't let it haunt me. I know I'll relapse, I always do eventually, but I want to enjoy these few moments of mental "clarity" while I can. I've also learned that for some reason i tend to become a more terrible person and despicable person the more time I spend at home with my mother, so that's fun. God, I hate America's education system, its messed me up BAD. AND the foster care system. I just tried to kms 2 times today, and she didn't even notice, or care. How sad is that?

On a lighter note, yes, as the rest of yt and TikTok, I got a minor lil hyperfixation on the Lorax and really think ppl should make more [PLATONIC] Lorax and Onceler dynamics, mainly the type where they're like some really annoying pair of bickering siblings or a father whos sick of his adopted child's shit, like there is so much on the table for platonic fluff and angst and most of what I've seen is romantic smut and fluff like CHANGE IT UP A LIL

Also, Ive been going to karaoke centers on Tuesdays and have become a lot more confident to performing in front of ppl! So far, I've performed "All You Wanna Do", "The Ballad of Jane Doe", "Heart of Stone", and am gonna do "What the World Needs" the next upcoming Tuesday, where I'm gonna try interacting with the audience while singing!!

(Also, before I end this....I may have ADHD??? my teacher who has ADHD says some of my behavior is "similar to hers"(i feel like thats just her way of saying i reek of neurodivergency) and I also did some research and I display similar/exact behaviors listed, have taken online tests from doctorate confirmed sites and basically all of them said to go get a diagnosis. I also found I do a few behaviors similar to stimming! Also also, I kinda suspect a lil more bc my mom has Autism and apparently sometimes neurodivergency is biological (i forgor the word) but my mom is kinda in denial abt my Depression diagnosis and thinks I got anxiety "biologically", so if I tell her I wanna get tested for ADHD shes just kinda gonna gaslight me into not believing that and i already told the school therapist and basically she just told me that I'm probably just imagining things or copying behaviors from my mother and that "kids like to give themselves all these titles nowadays" so I just did what I always do which is to keep it shut and act until they think you fell in line)

So yeah, thats all! Thanks for reading, now that my schedule is clear again ima start posting more frequently again, so be aware :) <3333

[libbystcwart]

MERROCK TASK • GET BOLD

TW: brief mention of death.

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

DEATH TW: Libby has had a child and considers herself still a mother, even if her child has passed. She still wants to have another child in the future.

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

Because of her grandparents, she grew up in a nondenominational Christian environment but she doesn't really follow/practice any kind of religion as she's gotten older.

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

[hansensunshine]

could you please do a mommy Daenerys Targaryen x little sister reader please, I love your work your an amazing writer.

i’d absolutely love to write this for you, and thank you so much, that actually means so much to me! i honestly hope you like this as much as i do 🤍

— 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairings: mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are daenerys’ last alive sibling and frankly, she loves you more than a sibling should.

tw: mommy kink

summary: your elder sister likes to keep you by her side at all times, never allowing you to go out by yourself. this time, you break the rules.

┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ౨ৎ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈

you know you shouldn’t be out at all, especially this late, without daenerys. sadly, curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to see what was going on in the town at night. daenerys has taken you around before but never at night, she’s scared someone would take you away from her. you always liked having your older sister mommy by your side, knowing that she’ll protect you, but you wanted to be a big girl and go out yourself. although you weren’t a big girl.

you secretly snuck out through a back passageway your sister had shown you before, not wanting to get caught. as soon as you stepped outside you put on a clock that you had brought with you so that no one would recognise you or catch you, so you thought.

you started by exploring the different houses, noting on how pretty and decorative most of them are, with flowers more than anything. you walked further and further before ending up somewhere you do not recognise. you stood in confusion before noticing a door with a knocker attached to it, curious you went to knock, before a certain someone stopped you.

your soul almost left your body as you felt a hand on yours, it was your sister. you let out a small gasp before she takes your hand to take you back. “what on earth do you think you’re doing out this late, without me by your side? do you have any idea what would’ve happened if you would’ve knocked that door?” she turned to face you with a disheartened face. you thought she would be mad or even angry at you, but you were wrong.

“i never knew you were the type to break the rules.” she let out a sigh before kneeling to just below your height, she knew you were sorry just by the way she saw you looking at her. “i’ve never loved anyone as much as you.” you felt tears come to your eyes before almost breaking down in her arms, daenerys was holding you tight at this point. “i’m so sorry! i— i just thought i could be a big girl!” she gently pulled away from you before wiping your tears away with her soft fingertips. “but you’re just a little baby though, aren’t you?” she gave you a soft smile. you nodded a little before mumbling cutely as you took her hand and clutched to her side. “will never leave you again, mommy.. me promise.” as daenerys stood up straight she looks at you before placing a kiss onto your head. “i know baby, i know.”

[xjaylahopkins]

TASK #10 - GET BOLD

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TW: mention of sex and politics

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

Additional Information: Jayla isn’t necessarily looking to be in a relationship but if someone comes along, she isn’t completely closed off to the idea. With pets, she has her horse who she boards but also continues to go back and forth on adding a cat of her own to the household.

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

Additional Information: Jayla was not raised religious, though as she has gotten older she practices the traditional beliefs of the Lakota more and more. She is fortunate to have relatives who kept their traditional practices to learn from directly. Politically, she is a registered independent who begrudgingly votes democrat. She doesn’t identify with a particular party and holds more far left leaning, progressive beliefs.

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

Additional Information: Jayla is open in the fact that she experiences attraction to all genders. However, she is also not all that interested in sex or relationships. She is relatively inexperienced for her age, having only ever been with one person, it just is not a priority or absolute need in her life.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never