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Dreams of Ybon: by Suzie Q
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STRESS RELIEF.
Daemon Targaryen x female!Reader
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; implied canon typical incest/ targcest (no named relationship other than husband & wife but reader speaks high valyrian), oral (m receiving), balls sucking, balls worship, cock slapping, breeding kink, fem reader (no mentions of appearance)
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NOTES: I KNOW I said you won't get anything from me for the next two weeks, but this is an old story I love and edited, and I'm always in the mood to suck his balls. Ty Lana @zaldritzosrose 🤍
❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
The door to your chambers bursting open with a thud, the thick wood slamming against the old masonry of Maegor’s Holdfast, is what forcefully pulls you out of your slumber.
As your eyes shoot open, you need a few seconds to adjust to the dim light of your chambers, the flame of the fireplace long extinguished and indicating it’s been a while since you found sleep.
Every sense of tiredness that has lingered in your bones vanishes suddenly at the noisy intrusion, more so as you spot the armor-clad silhouette of your husband standing at the threshold of your marital quarters.
He appears to be even more bulky and bull-like with the natural broadness of his shoulders accentuated by the heavy armor and the golden cloak, and just that sight alone has an aching desire filling your veins.
It’s the closer look you take that makes you aware of his labored breathing, chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, almost seeming as though he’s in great stress.
Whenever Daemon barges into your chambers at this hour, still wearing his armor, you know he needs to be consoled and pampered.
“Husband?” Your soft voice finally pierces through the silence, still thick with sleep from being awoken so abruptly.
A few, determined strides is all it takes him to enter the room, closing the door behind him as loudly as he’s opened it before. Although you know something is plaquing his mind, and that he’s not usually as harsh towards you as this, you still flinch at the thud.
Sitting up straight with the bedcovers bunched in front of your breasts, you have a puzzled look on your face. One of the few things Daemon has established fairly early into your marriage was the strict prohibition of you wearing any kind of smallclothes or nightgowns to bed, as he wants you to lie just as bare next to him as he always does.
He always states that there are quite a few practical reasons for it, with easier and quicker access to your cunt being the main one of them. Albeit you know for certain that he just loves to feel your skin on his when he falls asleep, solely embraced by the warmth and softness of your body snuggled up against his.
Clashing of metal accompanies his heavy footsteps as he approaches you, stern gaze fixed on your small frame.
The closer he gets, the more you are able to make out his chiseled features with long strands of his silver-blonde hair framing them perfectly. Even in the almost non-existent light of your chambers you notice the dark blown eyes, the adored lilac almost fully eclipsed by pitch black.
“Va aōha ybon,” he rasps, voice deep and commanding, and leaving no space for any kind of objection. On your knees.
You comply swiftly, the bedcovers thrown aside to reveal your naked form. A somewhat feral growl ripples through your husband’s chest at the sight, the curves and dips of your body enhanced by the light the moon casts through the windows.
The stone floor feels cold and hard as you sink to your knees, causing you to shift your weight from one knee to the other and back, trying to mend the discomfort at least slightly.
It usually requires your help to strip him off his heavy armor, but much to your surprise, Daemon manages to shred himself out of the majority of it all by himself, driven by sheer lust and hunger for you.
Where his silver hair is usually well combed and neat, the loose tresses now cascade down his shoulders and back visibly tousled and dirty.
Your hands lie folded in your lap, thumbs brushing over each other in a way to keep yourself calm. You have been married to Daemon for two summers, but know his silence never means anything good. It is threatening, and more often than not getting you into trouble, because he always has something to say.
As he stands in front of you in his full glory, only clad in a pair of dark breeches and a loose tunic, you hesitantly reach to place a hand on his sturdy thigh while his hand cups your cheek in return. Finding yourself leaning into the touch, you’re quickly repulsed as you catch a whiff of what smells like sweat, dirt and… iron.
“What have you done today?“ you ask innocently, though you aren’t sure if you want to hear his reply – that means if you even get one.
While the pad of his thumb brushes over the curve of your lips, his other hand slowly unlaces the front of his breeches, easing the confines of his half-hard member, and causing a wave of arousal to seep out of your cunt, anticipation making it clench around nothing.
“Oh, we have restored law and order,“ he purrs, the cocky smirk on his lips indicating that he’s more than satisfied with the outcome of it all. “The Kingsguard cleaned the streets from the city‘s scum.“
Listening intently, you just nod in acknowledgement, not at all surprised by your husband‘s actions. “And does the king know you did that?“
“I do not care if the king knows or not,“ he spits, impatiently tugging the front of his breeches down just enough to free his cock and stones. “He is blind, guided by the incompetent leech that claims to be his hand.“
A musky scent hits your nose when you catch sight of his thick cock. His musky scent, mixed with the salty smell of sweat. It has you licking your lips like a greedy whore, and if anything, you love it. It’s a sharp reminder that you have married a hardworking and ambitious man, and not a boy.
Your hand instinctively curls around his member, your index finger and thumb barely touching. His girth has always been something that impresses you. He’s considerable, leaving you wondering at times how it even fits into your mouth and cunt.
You slowly tug him to full hardness, stroking him the way you know he likes, even though your pace is a bit slower than usual. You listen to him rant about his brother, and the insolence of his hand, Otto Hightower, merely humming whenever your husband expects you to.
Once his cock stands to full attention, throbbing in your hand, you release it and instead fondle his stones, heavy and hot in your hand. The fleshy pouch they sit in is a bit darker than the rest of his pale skin and visibly sagged, but doesn’t hang too low.
Your actions earn a disapproving tsk from Daemon, despite the visible twitching of his cock at the new stimulation, and he wastes no time in fisting a good bit of your hair to shove your face towards his crotch. The scent is more prominent the closer you get, but not at all repulsing. Instead, it arouses you even more.
You’re not sure if it’s Daemon‘s usual lack of patience or his abnormal obsession with the king and his entourage that makes him greedy and needy for your touch, but you decide to not give in to him so easily.
Gently squeezing and fondling the sack of his stones, your tongue licks a flat stripe from the base of his member up to the bulbous tip of it. A salty taste lingers on your tongue, the few beads of his arousal quickly gathered and swallowed by you. You hum appreciatively at the taste, seemingly pleased to witness the affect your touch and presence has on your husband‘s body.
A sharp tug on your hair catches your attention and makes you yelp, your wide eyes finding your husband‘s demanding ones. “Quit playing games,“ he growls. A warning. But he should know by now that you are not one of his hounds, and what works with them doesn’t necessarily intimidate you.
Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, kitten-licking it until his heavy pants are replaced by annoyed huffs and grunts. Daemon doesn’t like you teasing him – not when he craves relief.
You keep your eyes neatly trained on him, studying his changing expressions to know whenever you’re playing with fire, and when it is best to follow his commands. Switching the positions of your mouth and hand, warmth brushes your face before the familiar musk seeps into your head.
Closing your eyes as all your senses are clouded by him, you latch on Daemon’s sac of stones, nuzzling your nose into the dark, coarse hair to take one of them in your mouth. Low purrs ripple from your throat, sending vibrations through his body.
You haven’t noticed, but your thighs clench and unclench repeatedly with each suck of your mouth, trying to soothe the aching settling at the apex of your legs. However, it doesn’t grant you the friction you crave.
“My, my, now look at that,“ Daemon coos. “Sucking my stones like a common whore. So desperate to have your mouth filled by me, hm?“
The condescending tone of his voice sends shivers up your spine, and you keen at the degrading nature of his words, moaning around his slightly slacked flesh.
Daemon is unable to tear his dark blown eyes from your full mouth struggling to take both of his stones. You’re trying so hard, but your mouth isn’t slack enough, causing you to nearly choke yourself trying to please him.
Droplets of your saliva dribble from the corners of your mouth down your chin, gathering in your jugular notch, and really making you look like you belong to the Street of Silk; a common whore desperate for her mouth to be stuffed by something, and not caring if it was filled by his stones or cock.
While you are messily suckling the sack of his stones, you tease a few licks up his length, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of it with the tip of your tongue.
You relish in the way he twitches and squirms under your touch, the deep grunts only spurring you on even more. But you also are soaked for him, core clenching and aching, begging to be used.
Daemon has started to tug himself off at the sight of your lips around his flesh, big hand the perfect size for his considerable length, while his other tightly fists into your hair to keep you where he wants you.
You hollow your cheeks around him, sucking with the tip of your tongue dragging over the sensitive skin. The familiar taste of manhood lingers on your tongue, and your jaw goes slack, finally managing to engulf his whole sac with your mouth. But when you try to pull away for a breath, Daemon only snorts and pulls you right back to his stones.
He harshly tugs on your hair, tilting your head back so you are forced to look at him when he slaps his hard cock against your face. Your saliva adds a sheen to his flushed skin, making him glisten in the dim light, and catches your attention, your eyes trailing over the length of his cock – you want nothing more than to feel those veins on your tongue.
As his cock repeatedly makes contact with your swollen lips and cheeks, the indecency of it all sends heat straight through your body, for it’s the first time he has ever done something like that.
Daemon bows forward, looming over your frame but coming close enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your face. Goosebumps prickle on your skin, and his intense lilac eyes send desire straight to your jumbled mind.
“What a wanton harlot you are,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Whores of the Silk Street do such things.”
While his degrading words go straight to your head, making you eager for more, you still cower beneath his dominating presence. “Yn ao hae ziry,” you reply, cocking your head sideways in an innocent way. But you like it.
It seems that your feigned innocence doesn’t convince him, because you suddenly feel something warm and wet dripping down your cheeks; his saliva. He has spat on your cheek, spreading it over your heated skin with a satisfied smirk ghosting over his features. Daemon rarely enjoys having you talk back at him, to tease him, and right now clearly isn’t one of those moments.
At the realization of what he’s just done, you feel your voice tighten in your throat, your lips pressing into a thin line as embarrassment floods your veins.
“Gaoman, yn…,” he muses, bending back and tracing the tip of his length along the slit of your pouty lips. “...nyke hae ziry tolī skori gaomā daor ȳdragon rȳ mirre.” With these words leaving his lips, his cock hits your cheek once again, almost as if he’s making fun of you. I do, but I like it more when you do not speak at all.
The grip on your hair loosens only for him to cup your cheek, fingertips digging sharply into the flushed skin of your cheeks. His other hand repeatedly taps the tip of his cock against your swollen lips in a demanding manner, begging for entrance.
“Open your mouth, or else I am opening it for you.”
You wet your lips, just the mere thought of having him down your throat causes a sense of soreness to linger in the back of it, and Daemon seems to notice your apprehension.
“I see your mouth begging for my cock, you filthy slut. Don’t act like an insufficient brat for you have done this plenty of times before.” He is right, but that doesn’t mean you’ll ever get used to his sheer size. Your thoughts, however, are cut short because Daemon isn’t Daemon, if he doesn’t take matters into his own hands.
The tip of his cock prods against your lips, and with the grip on your face tightening, you are all but forced to part them for him. There’s only little to no time to adjust to his size granted to you, because he sheaths himself inside of you in one, swift thrust.
A few seconds pass in which neither of you moves. Your nose is nuzzled against his pubic bone, the tip of it brushing the wispy trail of his hair, and you try to stifle the urge to gag and choke around him, your hands getting ahead with clutching his muscular thighs to keep yourself grounded.
Every muscle of his body twitches with pleasure as he grows accustomed to the warmth and tightness of you, his head tipping back to release a bawdy groan.
And then his hips start to buck into your mouth, allowing a wave of fresh air to fill your lungs when he almost completely pulls out; only the tip remaining embraced between your lips. A firm hand locks behind your head to stop you from pulling back.
Daemon’s hips thrust into your mouth with reckless abandon like he belonged into it, the bulbous tip hitting the back of your throat but never giving you anything you can’t handle. He knows you can take it, and that you like it.
The lewd noises of his soaked cock easing in and out of your warm mouth fill the room, spurring him on even more. At this point, you are soaking wet for him, droplets of your arousal leaking onto the stone floor beneath your legs.
Your cheeks hollow around him as you choke and sputter around his length, spit dribbling down your chin and bosom. His stones tighten with his cock throbbing on your tongue, ready to spend himself down your throat at any given moment, your previous teasing clearly coming in handy.
There are tears brimming in your eyes, unhelpful when all you want is to look up at him, watch how he scrunches his brow and puckers his lips as he gazes at you in rapture.
“That’s it,” Daemon groans, the pace of his hips faltering as he chases his release. “Take it all.” And that is when you felt it.
His hot seed spills down your throat, coating your tongue. You gag slightly when his hips start to stutter, cock twitching and pulsing with the force of his peak. Droplets of his seed spill from the corners of your mouth, mixing with your saliva and dribbling down your chin while you struggle to swallow the rest.
Nonsense spews out of his mouth as his groans grow more wanton, no doubt losing awareness of his volume. You are destined to be the main topic of the court's whispers in the morrow, just like your mother and father have been before you.
His fingers comb through your hair slowly, stroking your head as if he’s thanking you for a job well done, while he rides out his peak with languid thrusts of his hips.
When he finally stops to regain his composure, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes, he allows you to pull back from him, a string of your saliva connecting your swollen lips with the bulbous head of his cock, only breaking as you lick your lips to gather the remnants of his spent.
“Ñuha sȳz riña,” he rasps, pulling you up on your feet to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of him on your tongue spreads over his tongue and causes him to groan. My good girl.
Like a man possessed, he flips you around and easily throws you onto your marital bed. When you land on your stomach with him following closely behind, mounting you and straddling your arse, you squeal and chuckle, ecstatic that it’s finally your turn.
“Tonight is the night I shall put a child into you. I want to see your body swell with my seed.”
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https://www.tumblr.com/ybon-paramoux/746222199361372160
That bird does not look happy. Is it even real
man I could have gone my entire life not seeing that come on dude.
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The idea of love or being in love is shown in many forms throughout the readings that we have done in the process of this class.
In The Picture of Dorian Gray the love is of Dorian being in love with himself. He has a moment early in the book where he is in love with Syble Vane but that in itself is an illusion, simply the idea of all the heroines that she portrays. Then Syble taking the way of all the heroines and killing herself when her romance fails.
In Sula, there are several times that love comes into the story. Hannah asking Evaif she ever loved her and her siblings. After Sula sleeps with Jude and Nel asks Sula if she was in love with him. Sula falling in love with Ajax only to realize that she never really knew him. Most of these times there is some kind of conflict or argument happening.
Then in The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao members of the family fall in love so easily and for most of the book the relationships are not good. Beli and the Gangster, Lola and Yunior, Oscar and Ybon. None of the relationships last and are, pretty much toxic for the couples.
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Ybon es muy estadista y norteamericana… Pero no sabe cuál es la bandera de USA😂
#puerto rico#despierta boricua#despierta puerto rico#corrupción en puerto rico#politicos de mierda#corrupt politicians#politicos corruptos#corrupción#esto es puerto rico#fotutos#gente incompetente#partido pnp de puerto rico#los estadistas en puerto rico#la mafia pnp#el partido pnp#el partido mas corrupto en puerto rico
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Experimental choropleth layer in uMap
https://www.openstreetmap.org/user/ybon/diary/402589
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nseti sh59’yt’hm? y3ni you knew an aquarius?? PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO FORGET ABOUT THEM !!!!!!! elshy elw7ed elly ma agdr ansah how cold they can be w3 mnjd estfzaz y3ni lma ybon ykonon the cutest little people ughhhhh i always fall for their cute actions when you first meet them bs b3dain???? 7ta esmi ynsonh I LITERALLY HATE THEM PLEASE HOW DO I FORGET HELP
wallahi i dunno , m3 alayam tnsen aw lma yd5l 7yatk someone better , focus and work on yourself 👍🏼
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Yvonne Forever Autumn by Milo Manara
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6yb T7sen hm Y3ni they want me aw mst7en mni aw ybon y8olonly in la bs mb 3arfen lesh ?
2nti lw close m3hm mst7eel mst7en shd3wa, w lw mb 3arfen Lesh why are they acting so shady fj2a? Ana ma a3rf 2li ttklmen 3nhm fa I cant judge b 2nti t3rfenhm w t3rfen 7rkat’hm fa 2jlsi w fkri m3 nfsk w shofi lw hm k4a bs mt3’yrin fj2a 2w mb 3arfen lesh
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Ya5y tjeek as2la el7een wsh ybon bl o3'nya ely tsm3ha kther?😂
Mdri😂
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mudi a7s ‘9almenk alnas wallah ar7mk kther ybon 7yatk bs a7s fe kther y9erlk bs 7ram enti mra 6yba kef kl 4a alashya2 t9er lk
Glbi wallah💙💙
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Daemon rose a brow at her request, his grin growing even cockier as she continued on, and the moment she reached out to touch his lips...
That's the moment he could not help but give into the temptation that had been stirring within himself from the second she had turned to him.
He could blame it on the lewd moans of pleasure that were occurring around them, really he could, but where was the fun in that?
No, no.
The honest truth of it was that Daemon had nothing but his own sinful soul to blame for opening his mouth and running his tongue over the pad of Elaenora's thumb.
For pulling her finger between his lips and nipping the soft skin.
For softly suckling at her flesh.
He had planned on doing just what she asked until his little dragon had the gall to even try and bait him into a jealous state of mind.
She knew him too well. Damn it, she knew him too fucking well.
"Gaomagon daor sesīr pendagon hen finding bisa pleasure lēda anyone yn nyke, zaldrītsos. Nyke should pālegon ao toliot ñuha ybon syt sesīr emare se thought hen another va aōha mind skori ziry māzigon naejot bisa (Do not even think of finding this pleasure with anyone but me, little Dragon. I should turn you over my knee for even having the thought of another on your mind when it comes to this.)" The man all but growled at her, reaching out to grab her by her waist, keeping her in place as he moved closer to her until his chest was pressed against hers.
Growing tired of waiting but not yet willing to give up, Daemon sighed and rested his head against the stone wall with a roll of his eyes.
Trust Elaenora to take so damned long, he mused somewhat annoyed, that was at least until he heard the scraping of the door that led to her chambers finally, finally, open.
"About fucking time, princess," Daemon muttered to himself just as she came rushing down the secret passageway only for the older man to anticipate it and swiftly capture her about her stomach, pulling her against his body as one hand immediately covered her mouth in the likely hood that she might scream.
"Shh, Niece. 'Tis just me, Daemon. Stop- did you just bite me?" He asked with an amused glint in his tone.
@pleasing-elle
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A link to Screenshots from Sonic Boom: Robots From the Sky Part 3.
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