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sweetestpieces · 3 months

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Pairing: Giantess!Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Giantess, Size Difference, brewing romance, fluff, idk, first time writing fic, completely separate from canon, slow

Length: 1125 words

Summary: Y/N spends her year with the princess, joins her to attend her proposals. (Part 4 of ???)

You can find Part 1 here & Part 2 here & Part 3 here.

“And don’t come back without more wine,” the princess called down to you in the courtyard. She was smiling. She’d been smiling a lot in the past few weeks. So were you.

“I won’t,” you replied and gazed back up at the princess until she disappeared back into the halls of the keep, her laughter carrying through the corridors.

Being personal servant to Rhaenyra, your duties rarely kept you away from her for long. You spent mornings fetching her fruits and eggs with which she could break her fast on. Midday you could be found in the godswood with her as she spoke at length about some of the other suitors her father attempted to bring about. Some days you read to her with her head resting in your lap, the warm sunrays coming through the leaves of the great tree. At night you both retreated to her bedchambers where you would read to her by candlelight and fall asleep together. It was rather risky business as if anyone knew of your sleeping with the princess, even though it was truly only sleeping, rumors might begin to spread.

Whenever she had to serve her duties as princess, you were always by her side. It did not matter if court was being held in the throne room or if she need travel to Winterfell, you always accompanied her. The opportunity to travel was not something you’d expected to be fortunate enough to experience. For so many years all you knew were the boundaries of your family’s small farmland. Occasionally your father had you walk some five miles to the nearest village and back when in need of supplies, but that was all. By the start of your second year with the princess, you’d seen as far south as Sunspear, as far north as the Wall, and everything in between.

On one of those expeditions, this one going southeast to Storm’s End to meet a potential Baratheon suitor, among others, you rode along in the princess’s carriage. The thing was quite large to better accommodate the princess. Eight horses drew the wooden vehicle forward along the road. The spacious interior was lined with seats and cushions of the finest silks from Qarth. The princess lounged on one such seat, her long form stretched out almost to the other end of the carriage. You sat near her, watching her gaze out at the passing trees of the Kingswood. Moments like these, so near the princess in an enclosed space such as this, made her seem even larger than she was. Though recently, you couldn’t help but wonder if the princess had been growing. She seemed taller of late.

“Tumbleton’s not far from here,” the princess said. You’re home. She remembered and it gave you a warm feeling inside.

“Indeed,” you said, “Just a little the other way.”

“Do you miss it?” the princess asked after a long pause.

You had to think about that for a moment. When you first moved to King’s Landing, you did feel quite homesick for the farm and your family, as strange as it was. You almost longed for the grueling farm work. As your time with the royal family got on, though, you thought about home less and less. You did miss your family still, your sisters in particular. Perhaps, you thought, you’d pay them a visit soon. “I do. I miss my sisters.”

Rhaenyra looked from the window to you and tucked her legs in closer. “What are they like?”

She recalled your childhood to the princess and told her of how you all got along most of the time, but you still bickered like true siblings should. You all worked together and fought with each other. Rhaenyra looked at you with fascination as you told each story.

Soon enough you could hear the waves crashing in the distance and knew Storm’s End was near. The head of column called for a halt and you and Rhaenyra were helped from the carriage and onto the stone path. The castle lie ahead, grey and dreary even in the sunlight. “This way, Princess.” Riders approached bearing the Baratheon standard and you knew you were in for a long visit.

The next day was the day of the proposals. Lord Baratheon kindly offered his seat in the throne room for Rhaenyra to receive her suitors. Some hours before you and the other lady servants the lord of Storm’s End offered during the royal visit all washed, dressed, and groomed to perfection. Several footstools were needed to reach the princess’s height and help with her jewelry. “It’s rather tight,” Rhaenyra said when one of the maidens tied up the back of her dress.

“My Lady,” one of the other maids said, “It’s the dress, I’m afraid. It doesn’t seem to be properly fit to your shape.”

The air in the room grew silent as they all waited for Rhaenyra’s response. Such a comment to the wrong noblewoman could mean death. Clearly, these women did not know Rhaenyra as you did.

“Bring another, then,” she said, breaking the tension. You helped remove the dress from her, thinking to yourself that this dress fit perfectly a week ago.

Instead, the princess dressed in a red dress with golden leaf patterns across the entire garment, and she went to listen to proposals that she’d already planned to decline.

After the proposals had finished, Rhaenyra returned to her chambers to “contemplate her choices”. In reality, she gossiped with you about the lords that presented. She asked your opinion on them all and which, if any, you would choose.

Upon returning to King’s Landing, Rhaenyra met with her father to discuss the suitors. You lingered near the king’s chambers pretending to be busy as you waited for the princess to finish. It was quiet for nearly an hour before the shouting started.

“I’m heir to the Iron Throne!” the princess yelled.

“You can be heir to the throne elsewhere!”

The door swung open then and the princess, in tears, stormed off down the hall. You discovered her in her chambers still crying, curled up on her bed. You approached with caution and set a hand on her shoulder. “He’s sending me to Dragonstone,” she said. You felt your heart sink. “He says there are rumors. About us.”

You climbed into bed beside her and started to cry too.

Rhaenyra boarded a ship for Dragonstone at the end of the month. You were there to see her off, the princess dressed in a black dress as you exchanged farewells with her. You could see her eyes were already watering before she boarded. You waited, along with the other maidens, watching the ship sail into the Blackwater Rush, and fade into the horizon.

#g/t #g/t fluff #fanfic #fluff #g/t fiction #g/t writing #giantess #giantess fic #rhaenyra x fem!reader #rhaenyra x y/n #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd fic #house of the dragon

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topsodapop · 6 months

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#imagine he lends you his hoodie #boyfriend look this #bigbang #gdragon #g dragon #kwon jiyong #yes a true imagine #kpop imagines #x reader

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httpseungmxn · 9 hours

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The Club

Multi-fandom x Reader

🍰 - smutty

Authors note: Welcome in to my darkest desires fic. This is the smuttiest smut I have ever written in all my years of writing. It is rather short since I mentioned its a mini fic. I, however, will make sure that it has plenty for you all to enjoy. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: This is straight smut, no fluff or angst. PIV smut. Spit swapping. Slight cum eating. Panty snatching. Strangers to one-night-stand. Unprotected sex. (wrap it up irl)

Triggers: As far as I’m aware none. Alcohol mentioned.

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The club was a dangerous place. That’s what you had come to realize. What made you think this?

Maybe the large hands gripping your ass tight as his dick drives deep into you. No man had ever made you feel this way before. No stranger had ever managed to seduce you into having sex with him in a random hall at the club before. It was only supposed to be a fun night out with your bestfriend just having a few drinks and doing some dancing.

You hadn’t even known him five minutes before you were weak in the knees and yearning for him. Only knowing his name and that he was accompanied by his own group of friends. One of his friends who had scooped your bestfriend up and took her home for the night. Not that you seemed to mind too much since it was obvious you were ending up in the same exact position as her.

Only difference was, you were in the club still barely hidden from people's eyes with your legs over his shoulders so he could get himself deeper in your hole. Though maybe that made things a little more exciting, the thought of getting caught being fucked by a stranger in a club. That would be a story to tell your friend when you saw her again.

Three drinks was all you had and they weren’t strong enough to get you drunk but you were clearly tipsy which made it feel like the pleasure was heightened. Your cheeks are a rosy color both from drinking and the heat you both were producing in the already hot club. As far as you could see his were as well. Staring at him for a moment to admire what you had managed to get with from just a little bit of grinding on the dance floor.

An unintentional moan suddenly left your lips as you hit your peak, gripping his shirt tightly to keep yourself grounded. His thrusts had begun to get sloppy and a few barely audible whimpers left his lips. God, those whimpers were a beautiful symphony to your ears that you would gladly listen to again. Your orgasm finally coming to its end managed to sober you up a bit, feeling a little bit of sensitivity as he continued to plow into you.

Pulling the handsome stranger in for a deep and wet kiss, your tongue pressing flat to his. Eating up all the sounds that left his lips as he came deep inside of your pretty little cunt. Milking him of his cum while pulling back from the kiss. Looking up to him again and feeling your heart fluttering at the dopey but charming smirk he was giving you.

“ round two at my place? “

Authors ending note: “round two at my place?” had me giggling like a little bitch 🤭🫣 All simping aside though, what did we think of this one? It was a bit longer than I really intended for it to be but I just couldn’t help myself, I got drawn into writing again. Let me know what you all thought of this and tell me in the comments if you want more!

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sumthinganarchy · 9 months

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malemacrofics · 1 year

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The Tiny Protector

Summary: While on a mission in the Hinterlands, Cullen comes across a small curiosity. A man victim from a spell by a darkspawn Emissary that’s left him reduced in height. Luckily, a small size doesn’t mean the tiny guy can’t still help protect his new protector.

Content: Accidental Shrinking, Caring Giant, Fluff

A/N: Hopefully this is the first of many new fanfics! Also, special thanks to @iliumheightnights for letting me use his OC, Finnick!

Cullen doesn’t normally go on missions for the inquisition. In fact, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t detest the idea of leaving Skyhold normally. Sure, its stone brick walls and floor offer little in way of comfort, but between his bedroom and the courtyard of the keep, it truly does feel like home. However, when Leliana’s scouts reported darkspawn activity in the Hinterlands, the Inquisitor specifically asked Cullen to go with his soldiers. In hindsight, it seemed like an odd request, but Cullen wasn’t one to question his superior. At Least not with Josephine and Leliana standing right next to him.

Regardless of what happened back in Skyhold, now Cullen was here in the Hinterlands. And so far, Lelianna’s spies seemed to be wrong. They’ve visited numerous small settlements and none have reported any darkspawn activity. In fact, the soldiers were at the last settlement they had to search through. There wasn’t much special about it so far. There was a lack of people in the settlement when the soldiers arrived, but the lack of any destruction or personal effects in any buildings just caused Cullen to assume people had gradually left. He doubts many cartographers were making it out here to update their maps after the rift opened.

As Cullen approached the town hall, however, he could hear faint sounds of combat. He called over some soldiers before opening the twin doors. Before them was a mage engaged in a fierce magical duel against a Darkspawn Emissary. Each spell cast was immediately dispelled by the opposing party. That was, until the mage’s focus was drawn towards Cullen and the rest of the templars. In the briefest of moments, panic began to set into the Mage’s eyes, just enough time for one of the emissary’s spells to connect to the mage it was dueling.

As a sickeningly green bolt of energy connected with the mage’s robes, it began to wash over the cloth like ocean waves crashing over sand. Immediately, the mage began to fall over, almost as though paralyzed. Once he hit the ground, all that remained was the cloth of the robes.

Maker’s breath… Cullen thought, If only we were able to get here sooner.

As Cullen thought, the emissary began to cast another spell, the same sickly green energy coalescing in its hands. However, after the bolt had been cast, but before it could hit Cullen square in the chest, it was met by a different ball of energy. This one cast from the robes laying on the ground. And in the moments between the emissary’s bolt being dispelled, and it beginning to cast another, an arrow from one of Cullen’s archers found itself lodged in the emissary’s chest. And as it looked down at the wound it now had, it began to dissolve, pieces of its own mass separating and falling to the ground. All that remained of the darkspawn was a small pile of dust and the arrow that had been shot into it.

Returning to reality, Cullen quickly rushed over to the heap of cloth on the floor. He began to search through it, hoping to find some personal effect that they could send home to the man’s family. However, in place of a locket or journal, was something Cullen wasn’t expecting at all. Laying in the cloth, almost in a daze, was the mage. He was still clothed, his undershirt and pants seemed to change with him, but instead of his normal height, he was reduced to mere inches tall. The man looked up at Cullen as a slight smile covered his face before he collapsed. All he remembered before everything went dark was the far off sound of a man ordering soldiers, and the feeling of leather against his skin.

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Finnick woke up with a start. His head was pounding and he felt drained. Not only physically, but magically. He closed his eyes trying to remember what had happened. He recalled fighting a darkspawn in a wooden building, a strange man appeared, and the last thing he had done was cast a dispel. He looked around his surroundings and it appeared like a tent. Small candles dotted the area, providing scant light into the night. However, this tent was more akin to a fortress or castle. The ceiling above Finnick seemed to be nearly 100 feet above him. And the floor he was resting on seemed to be made of oak, with massive papers stretching it’s surface. Finnick attempted to run to the edge of the surface he was on, and after gazing over the edge realized two important things. One was the fact that he seemed to be at least 50 feet from the ground, and that whatever surface he was on was more akin to a table than any floor. And with those realizations, that’s when it clicked for Finnick.

He is on a table. And the ground wasn’t 50 feet below him, but probably only 3. Just as the fear begins to seat itself in the base of his stomach, Finnick watches as the strange man from the town hall enters the tent. His blonde hair and stubble framed his face quite handsomely, with a faint scar visible across the man’s upper lip. And his polished armor glinted in the candlelight, only hidden behind the large feathered collar. The man looked in surprise at seeing Finnick up and moving. He made his way to the table and sat in the chair that was pulled up. He began to introduce himself.

“Greetings, ser mage. My name is Cullen Rutherford. I’m here on behalf of the Herald of Andraste.” He said with a smile, “We heard rumors of darkspawn operating in this part of the Hinterlands, and upon investigation, we encountered you. May I ask your name?”

“Finnick. Just… Finnick for now. Where am I, and why are you so large?” Finnick asked nervously.

As soon as Finnick had asked that question, Cullen’s smile faded. “Right, your size. When we approached your battle with that darkspawn, it appears he had cast a spell of some kind on you. We don’t have the magical knowledge here at our base camp to have any hope of reverse it. However, with your permission, I’d like to take you to Skyhold. Perhaps the herald or our mages could reverse it.”

“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I? I either go with you, or have to fend for myself at this size.”

“Unless you have another idea, it appears that way, Finnick. My apologies.”

Finnick thought for a moment, hoping there was some alternative he could think of. However, each time his mind drew a blank. “And I can trust you?” He asked.

“Of course. I wouldn’t wish you any harm. You have my word.”

“Alright then, Cullen. How soon do you plan on heading back?”

“We’ll stay stationed here for the night, and leave first thing in the morning. If you’d like, to can even sleep in this tent with me.”

“That sounds nice. Although, I don’t suppose you have anything extra to cover up with? At this size, the gentle coolness of the Hinterlands feels more akin to a midwinter night.”

“I’m afraid not, Finnick. I understand it would be unconventional, but if you wish you could rest on my body as I sleep. I don’t move much and hopefully my body warmth would stave off the cold for you.”

Finnick immediately felt himself blush. He turned his face away from Cullen. Did he honestly just offer for me to sleep with him? Finnick asked himself. I suppose he’s right though. It seems like the best option at the moment.

“And you wouldn’t find that too awkward, Sir Cullen?” Finnick asked, his face still flushed.

Cullen notices the slight blush, even in spite of the size difference between the two. He cracks a small smile at the miniscule mage, “Of course not. Would you?”

“N-no, not at all.” Finnick sputters.

“Then it’s settled. Just give me a moment to take off my armor, and you shall accompany me to bed.”

With his sentence finished, Cullen walked behind a folding screen. However, given the height of the templar, his shoulders and up were still more than visible. And Finnick could swear Cullen looked over his shoulder to check if the tiny mage was still watching. Once Cullen was done, he walked from behind the folding screen. His muscular chest bare as he stood there simply wearing a thin pair of linen pants. A small dusting of hair visible across the templar’s broad chest. Cullen approached the table and placed his hand on its surface, palm up.

“Climb aboard.”

Finnick stepped on the palm, grabbing Cullen’s thumb for support. Cullen made his way towards his cot and laid on it’s surface. He laid Finnick on one of his pecs before covering his legs and stomach with a thin blanket. He laid his hand over Finnick, almost like his own tent, before asking the mage “Comfortable enough for you?”

“Yes, thank you.” He quickly responded.

And as the two fell asleep, Finnick began to wonder how much he really wanted to return to his normal size. Life alone in the Hinterlands was hardly the easiest thing to have to do. Being under the care of a gentle man like Cullen seemed like a very worthwhile trade. Even if he had to be stuck at the height of one of Cullen’s fingers. Regardless, that’s an issue for another day, for tonight the moon is rising, a soft breeze blows over the hills and mountains, and the two men have a wonderful night’s sleep together in a tent. Wondering what’s going to happen next.

#dragon age cullen #cullen rutherford #g/t #g/t fluff #male!reader #canon x reader #Cullen Rutherford x Male!Reader #Word Count: 1500-2000

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 11 months

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ive been xtra obsessed with these boys if you wanted to try and request something. please bear with me though idk if im gonna be able to get anything done today but i want to try…

BTS - namjoon, yoongi, *i would be willing to attempt writing for jimin and jungkook*

BIGBANG - g dragon, top, taeyang, daesung

detective loki (prisoners), ghost, konig, leon kennedy, han lue (tokyo drift)

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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A curse, a painting.

Can the maiden escape her imprisonment?

Word count 1480

Cursed!

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago….

Time was free of the concept of technology, one does not have the time for imaginative frivolous thoughts, chores and survival are the concerns of utmost importance.

There lived a young beautiful maid, vibrant and full of life. Her smile wobbled the knees of many young suitors. Her harmonious voice pleasant to the ears, her body, desirous of many young men and old alike in her atmosphere.

Many had asked for her hand in marriage. She respectfully declined, she was not ready for matrimony and the shackles it included nor was she ready for children, her child bearing days are her future not her present.

Her parents desperately wanted to see their lovely daughter settle down and be protected by a husband. Her father often said "if you do not choose a worthy husband, I will do so!".

Life was pleasant for the maiden,

Her daily chores kept her busy, chatting and giggling with her family and friends.

A dark cloud loomed over, ominous and petty, unbeknownst to the lovely maiden, she had caught the eye of the Overlord.

The Overload an older gentleman, paunchy and balding and even in his prime not an attractive man. Genetics were not kind to him in the least. What he lacked in looks was compensated with wealth and power. This is a man that rules with an iron fist, not one to take lightly any slight, imagined or real.

His deviant eye watches her, his mouth waters as he imagines what he would like to do with this lamb. He bides his time watching, waiting like a spider on a well spun web, awaiting his moment.

The day like any other for the young woman, her Mother requested she take their monthly quota of vegetables to the Overloads kitchen.

The kitchen normally full of hustle and bustle as the staff prepare the daily meals was noticeably quiet. The room was warm and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. "Good morning" a voice male in gender but by no means masculine in fact his voice was high pitched, that irritated the ears. Startled, she turns, knowing it's the voice of her Overlord. "Good morning Sir" she replies, her curtsey revealing to his lewd eye and vision of supple young breasts.

"Maid come hither!" He instructs, hesitantly she does as she is asked, plump fingers touch her face, his garlic and onion breath so close she fights the nausea swirling within like a tornado. "Maid I want you!" He states as his fingers play with her hair.

"I crave your body, and you will give it freely". His hands fondle and squeeze her breasts, her nipples hurt, frozen in fear, she only stares. "You will give yourself to me!" He demands.

Vegetables drop to the floor, "no" she screams as she runs out the door.

Running and not stopping till she reaches her favourite spot, the local stream, surrounded by trees and flowers she sits on her log and sobs.

The Overlord angered beyond words, the Wench dares rebuff his advances. This is not a man to trifle with, especially his ego.

This man dabbles in dark magic.

"Curse thee wench!" He yells.

"I curse you forever to see what you see! That no one sees you!

Only when you are truly seen will you be free! I curse you!".

The lovely young woman was never seen again, her parents valiantly searched but no clue ever surfaced.

A mystery of the ages. Some believed the Overlord had a play in her disappearance but none dared to speak these words out loud.

The Overlord's new acquisition became his obsession. A painting of a young maiden, surrounded by trees and flowers facing a stream sitting on a log, her back is all that you see it's evident she weeps.

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Years rolled by the young woman's parents passed away never knowing what befall their beloved daughter. The Overlord eventually turned to dust after living an abnormally long life. His death was greeted with relief and rejoicing.

His prized painting, from that moment, was in the possession of many hands, never seeing only gazing.

Eons passed, the young lady now has learned to navigate her surroundings, minuscule as they are. To the outside world she remains weeping on the log.

She freely roams her canvas prison, hoping, wishing, one day to be released.

Watching as her world slowly changes she can only observe and never participate.

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Off the beaten track far removed from the tourist trade, a world weary traveler stares at the painting through the window of the second hand store. He is drawn to the art, he knows not why only that he should have it.

Upon entering the establishment his eyes roam the premise seeing many oddities. He states his business, the owner an elderly woman with a keen nose for business. She tells the well tailored gentleman her price, most shudder and make a hasty retreat. Not this man, he does not blink, instead he pays her asking price immediately.

"The painting is very old,'' she tells him. Thanking the woman he exits the shop, hops into his chauffeur driven limousine that waits patiently for him.

Jiyong is very pleased with his purchase and decides he will hang this art in his entertainment area once he is home.

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Kwon Jiyong also known as G Dragon or simply GD, a world wide recognizable face by many, fashionista, trend setter, underneath all that glitters is a very lonely man. A man who hopes that someone will see him! Not the image but him! Lonely in a world where everyone is your friend, hoping that the Jiyong sparkle will rub off onto them.

Where every acquaintance and friendship is left with the thoughts "do they see me?". It can be a very lonely existence. Cameras click click click your every move. Reporters clamoring about looking for the exclusive.

Which is why his home is his castle, his haven, his refuge. He shares his home with his 'babies' Lye and Princess Zoa. Jiyong is also known to his kitties as Dad.

They are the true rulers of his kingdom.

All in all life is wonderful for the trio in their penthouse.

The young lady in the painting watches with indulgent amusement as Jiyong dresses Zoa in cute outfits, she also witnessed Jiyong running around worried and fretful looking for his baby, who was Peacefully taking a nap in the tub. Lyes, disapproval at his 'Dads' attempt to put clothing on him. The kitties keep her amused and are her only companionship.

"Animals always sense me, see me, never their owners" she sighs.

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Jiyong notices his kitties preoccupation with the painting. He catches them sitting and staring for extended periods of time. Not understanding why, but always the Cat Dad he moves the settee in front of the weeping woman painting so the three of them can enjoy the art together.

"Why do you weep in such a serene beautiful setting?" He thinks out loud.

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"Booze" he tells himself. No way the weeping woman is standing by the tree he tells himself.

Shaking his head he once again looks at the painting she is back on her log.

'Time for bed' he tells himself.

"He saw me" she utters, happiness overflows, feeling like a gold miner who's claim glistened in the sun, "he saw me" she murmurs.

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Obsessively, Jiyong sits on the settee and gazes at his painting.

Lye and Zoa join him, often falling asleep on his lap.

Drowsily he yawns sleep beckoning as he stands before his painting, Lye and Zoe attention is directed at the art, looking back at his cats then his gaze returns to the painted canvas.

Disbelief, the woman is kneeling beside the flowers.

"No no no!" He exclaims loudly.

The weeping woman upon hearing his distressed tone looks up and their eyes lock.

They see each other.

"He sees me!"

"She sees me!".

The curse is broken, the spell no longer holds her in her artistic cell.

The maiden walks out of the painting into Jiyongs entertainment area.

Lye and Zoa hiss and growl and run away to hide.

Jiyong can only stare, she bestows a smile of such warmth and gratitude it melts his fears.

The weeping lady who now no longer weeps but smiles hugs the stunned Jiyong whispering over and over her thanks.

Stepping back tears well in her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.

"Thank you" she says in many languages she has learned since her incarnation.

Jiyong witnesses in horror, as she ages and decays before him, her skeletal form turns to dust.

Staring at the dust at his feet, he turns to the painting, it's exactly the same minus the weeping woman.

Her loneliness has ended.

His continues.

#jiyong x reader #jiyong fanfiction #big bang x reader #gdragon x reader #g dragon x reader #g dragon fanfic #kwon Jiyong fanfic #big bang fanfiction #big bang fic

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stunnababymanni · 24 days

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The outfits for the up coming story

Rhaenyra's outfits

Readers outfit's

(The Sea Kingdom is the main Kingdom, that is why its sea blue ish.)

Reader's dragon form

(I had to make is somewhat scary)

#g!p reader #hotd x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x reader #dragon hybrid reader #hotd hybrid reader #hotd au

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taintedjeon · 8 months

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‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞…’ 𝐦𝐲𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬; 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

✞ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alternative!yoongi x reader ✞ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k ✞ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex, mention of dacryphilia to open

disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.

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“Don’t hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.” Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.

His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, all you’re able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“You’re fucking perfect,” you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, “treating me well, ni—ah, fuck baby!”

Yoongi’s head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.

He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.

With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.

Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes — blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.

“Want to remember this moment.”

“Well let me help you,” you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.

One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. It’s wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.

Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.

“How’s my angel doing?” He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.

“G-good, want to keep going—fuck!” You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.

“G’on, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that you’re the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.

Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.

“Fuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shit…” Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. “Don’t move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.”

You do as you’re told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.

Minutes pass and it doesn’t take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than you’re used to.

“Yoongi, I wanna fuck!” Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.

The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.

He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongi’s cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.

Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now it’s your turn to moan.

“Can you see too? The way I barely fit inside you…” he trails off. “Look at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, I’ve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.”

Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongi’s cock.

You’re not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.

The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.

You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.

“You’re so big!” You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.

“Ah, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.” Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.

One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.

“G’on princess, choke me a little,” Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as you’re told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongi’s throat. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.

Now, you’re using each other and it’s never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.

With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you don’t stop until you’ve both reached your ends.

“I’m taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?” You swivel your hips as you ask.

“Nobody got a pussy like yours… best pussy I’ve ever fucked, princess, swear.” Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.

“You gonna come, angel?”

You nod at him. “I’m so close, please. Please, I need to!” You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good.” you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.

“Fuck, yes, keep going, keep going, I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,” Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.

The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongi’s breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.

Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.

He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi can’t help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.

You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.

After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.

“Yoongi, what’re you—,” you’re cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in it’s natural darkness.

“I can’t fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?” You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. “C’mon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.

“Yeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.”

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tomriddleslovergirl · 27 days

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House of the Dragon characters x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of child death, pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of threesomes

Daemon has trauma from what happened with his past wife, Laena. He's terrified that you'll die during childbirth, and will have a Maester check up on you every moon.

Daemon loves to gently press his forehead against your stomach, humming a song under his breath as you fall asleep.

He'll pick out a few dragon eggs for you to choose from for your guys' baby.

If there are any complications during the birth, he'll threaten to put the Maester's head on a spike if you don't make it out alive.

He'd rather you survive than the baby. You can always have another baby, but there's only one of you.

It was no surprise that you got pregnant since the both of you were constantly fucking.

b i g b o o b s

His hands and mouth are constantly on your breasts and once you begin lactating it will probably get worse,

Like Daemon, Aegon would choose you over the child if it came to it. You are one of the only things that bring him some version of happiness and he'll be damned if he losses you.

Aemond has thought of being a father before. Of course, since he was the second son, he would need heirs. He had also sworn that he would be a better father to his children than Viserys was to him.

Aemond does get a bit possessive when your pregnant and would prefer to be the one helps you bathe and gives you massages when you complain about back pain.

Though Aemond is usually reserved and shy about his touches, once he finds out your pregnant, he becomes more confident. Something that should of been a simple kiss, would end up with his hands wandering towards your breasts.

Ser Harwin probably got you pregnant during one of the multiple threesomes you have with him and Rhaenyra.

She's over the moon when she finds out your pregnant.

Her hands are constantly on your stomach.

Rhaenyra has a lot of experience when it comes to pregnancy and childbirth. She'll be there for you, listening to your worries and reassuring you.

She'll go throw a list of baby names with you, and you'd land on Aemma and Baelon being one of your top picks.

Buys you long necklaces and new dresses that show off your breasts, and gives you a cheeky smirk when you catch her looking.

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absurduty · 3 months

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SAINTLIKE | AEMOND TARGARYEN X READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : when you, now a Lannister, return to King’s Landing, Aemond ensures you won’t leave.

TW: smut, groping, mentions of anal, penetration, oral (fem receiving), degradation mixed with praise???, creampie, breeding, slight cum eating

CREDITS FOR THE AEMOND PICTURE TO ultravi0l3t on Pinterest!

TAGLIST: @toodlesxcuddles , @imsoshygirl

“Gods, Helaena,” you sigh softly, spraying your perfume on your dress. your slender fingers continue to spray it on your neck, behind your ears and the inside of your wrists. “It feels strangely comforting to get away from all that gold up in Casterly Rock.”

“I’ve missed you, sister.” she said in response, sitting on your bed with her eyes focused on her sewing. "But Aemond missed you more.”

“I'm sure he did,” you say softly, biting your cheek to prevent a smile from spreading. your eyes flickered to the bed Helaena was sitting on. the chambers Aemond had snuck a thousand times in to get some comfort to sleep. “Do you have any-"

“The dragon eats the lion,” your little sister suddenly interrupted you, looking up from her sewings. “The lion is blinded by pride, but the dragon is blinded by rage.”

you dropped the perfume on the floor, dumbfounded by Helaena's interruption.

“Come again?” you asked softly, careful as to not undermine her. you knew better than to undermine her sayings after the time she proclaimed Aemond had to close an eye. “What are you talking about, sweet sister?”

she only hummed, and sprayed some perfume to the back of your knees as you lifted up your dress.

"I will see you at supper, sister." she dismissed your question with a gentle tone, standing up.

you bid her goodbye, your confusion present to what it meant. However, you shook it off. Your boys were with the Septa, Aemond was practicing his swordsmanship, Aegon was doing god knows what...

you readied your hair again, making certain the curls at the bottom were luscious enough. you then headed out to the halls, your flat flootwear tapping against the ground with each step you take.

“Aunt y/n!” you heard a masculine voice call out, causing you to turn your head at the voice. you recognised the two brown-haired princes instantly.

“Nephews,” you smile warmly, embracing Lucerys first. you rubbed his back and asked him how he was doing, to which he delightfully replied that he’s officially betrothed to Rhaena.

you rise up again and turn to the eldest, Jacaerys. you could have sworn you saw him blush, but you knew better than to act as if you know the truth. you engulfed him into a hug, your scent rubbing off on him. “How have you been?”

he blinked twice, his mouth slightly parted at seeing you again. “Good, auntie.” he said softly, attempting to stand tall and noble.

“Good.” you nodded respectfully, trying to brush them off politely. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some urgent business with your mother.”

they both nodded, and scurried off to the courtyard, you knew that if you mentioned you’d be visiting your dear brother’s chamber, all you’d hear are subtle sighs of annoyance and whines disguised as uncertainty.

you treated down the grand halls again, finally reaching his chambers. there were no guards, strangely enough, and you took the liberty of opening the door, entering, and shutting it behind you.

“Sister.” his voice startles you, causing you to turn around. “What brings you here?”

“Aemond,” you smiled, trying not to let your eyes flicker to his tunic less form, stepping a few steps closer to look him up in the eyes. “You are attending supper, are you not?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked gravelly, his hands sliding down to the small of your back. you tried to avoid it, but you felt a small sense of arousal affecting your thoughts. “After all, nothing more than a supper with… family.”

“Aemond,” you whisper, as if he had just said a sentence condemning the gods. “No matter how you think about it they are still Rhaenyra’s. Half Targaryen.”

“Is that what she told you after you confronted her?” he asked huskily, his hands sliding down to your hips. “That her fucking a strong was just, and that they’re still half-fucking-Valyrian?”

“Aemond, stop,” you say in a hushed tone, feeling his other hand run across your stomach area, covered by the dress, unable to feel your full breasts due to the material of your dress. “We shouldn’t. My lord husband-”

he broke off your sentence by pressing his lips upon yours, his tall figure looking over you as if it was a shadow, your face in his hands as if it were a precious gem needing to be cradled.

“Your craven of a husband is out fucking whores, not seeing the absolute fucking beauty he has in front of him,” he murmured between kisses, his slender hands working to unbutton your dress. “But it’s fine, I suppose. You were meant to be mine anyways. Meant to be carrying my children.”

you tried not to kiss back, you really did, but his hand crept up the second your dress was dropped, and kneaded your breasts. then he took advantage of your little gasp as to slip his tongue inside. you let out soft moans, your hand flying to his hair.

“Perfect, rōva mandia,” he coos, his hand once again switching positions to rub at your asscheeks and hips. “After 4 sons, you've remained sensitive. That cunt of a Lannister must have not pleased you enough, has he?”

the only thing you could do was shake your head, placing little kisses on his neck and face which in all honesty, were adorable to him. your eyes looked at him so purely, yet he couldn’t see you as anything other than a vixen born to seduce him.

“Be a dear and show your little brother what he has missed,” he whispered in your ear, and you obliged rather quickly, crawling onto the bed, your tight little back-hole showing for him.

“Hm,” was all he said as he took his time stepping, coming to rub one of your ass cheeks as he took a look at your tight asshole. “We'll have countless nights to do that.”

you were about to open your mouth, before he tenderly turned your body over, leaning in to lick the corners of your lips, purposely drooling some of his saliva into your mouth.

“The gods have made us be together, for they know how we belong.” he murmured in between planting kisses on your jaw and throat. “You belong in black and red. I’ll give you the gold anytime you desire it.”

you grow even wetter at his words, pushing your hips up to rub yourself against his already rock-hard cock prominent through his breeches. the feeling did not last long, as one of his hands moved from gripping the sheet next to your head, to pinning your hips down.

“Oh, do you desire me now, rōva mandia?” he whispered, brushing your nose against his. “I’ve grown, sister. I am a man now. A man worthy of you.”

his lips kissed the top of your breasts, before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it while he kneaded and pinched the other with his hand.

“Ae-aemond,” you whine, your eyes trained on his bulge. you looked up at him and you couldn’t look more possibly beautiful than now. “Fuck me, please.”

“Patience, sister,” he rubbed your stomach, his other kneading your tits. you whined but quickly stopped once he brushed some hair out of your face. “You’ll be given my cock, but beforehand I'll have to taste your sweet essence I’ve been thinking about for years.”

“Aemond, I need it,” you begged him, rubbing your foot all over his crotch to rile him up. “I need you.”

he only let out a satisfied hum, kissing each toe and trailing up to your calves, knees, thighs up until his big hands spread them apart.

you remained too aroused to properly function, letting out a deep breath when his tongue only took one lick of your folds. what followed after was his thumb rubbing your sensitive pussy, having you let out fast breaths.

“Are you not used to having anything other than your husband’s cock touching your cunny?” he asked mockingly, placing a kiss on your wet folds. “Of course not, my sweet sister deserves to get fucked like a whore, and treated like a princess.”

you let out a whine at his words, practically thrusting your hips into his face. he licked at your folds and used the muscles of his tongue to fuck into you pleasurably. he let out a few grunts himself as if he was tasting the sweetest essence ever known. his hand rubbed up and down your thigh as you wrapped them around his head.

he continued tongue-fucking you, occasionally stopping to suck on your sensitive bud, his big hand continued to caress and massage your thighs, slurping up your sweet taste. you let out the most melodious moans he has ever known.

“Valonqar,” you moaned out, thrusting your hips against his face. he sucked and swirled his tongue against your clit. your muscles clench around him tighter and tighter, feeling something build up in your stomach. your body tensed up as his tongue gave his final thrusts.

“Come for me, rōva mandia, come hard for your brother,” he murmured, his tongue making his final trust on your stimulated clit. “Scream my name.”

you finally bursted, your orgasm washing over your. half of the juice shot down Aemond's throat and the other half drooled down his chin. he eagerly slurped up your juices, before rubbing his cum-covered chin against your breasts, rubbing the cum off on your breasts.

“My sister, my love,” he coos, kissing the shell of your ear. “The best woman to give my cock to.”

he got rid of his breeches and pulled out his hardened member, throbbing with pre-cum. he let out a soft hiss as it rubbed against your entrance, teasing you endlessly.

“We should stop,” you say softly. “Anyone could come i- ah!”

you let out a gasp as he began to began to circle your sensitive button with the tip of his erection. his hands were placed on your waist, pinning you down.

“Let them,” he murmured close to your lips, his unoccupied hand coming up to trace his thumb over your bottom lip. “Let them see how a dragon has claimed another dragon. As it should be.”

you moan loudly, feeling him push his fat head into your throbbing pussy. his cock was much better than your lord husband’s, thrusting slowly into your tight heat. his face cane close again to plant suck and kiss on your jawline, holding your face to the side.

“My sister is too beautiful,” he murmured in between occasional quiet grunts, feeling you deeper with each trust. “The only cunt that’s perfect for me.”

he could feel you tightening around him, your sweet eyes looking up at him. his one eye met yours, locking eyes intensely. your gasps and moans, accompanied by clapping sounds lingered around the room. his hand creeped down to knead your breasts, brushing a thumb over your hard nipple. his hips went upwards to thrust deeper. he could hear those telltale cries of ecstasy, and basked in it.

“You wish for me to put a babe inside of you?” he asks mockingly, rubbing your cheek against his hand. “Of course you do. You’re mine, and once that husband of yours knows his place, we will be wed.”

you clenched around him, juices already wetting his cock inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hand rubbed your clit. you looked up at him once again, and he looked majestic and vulgarly gorgeous. his hair sticking to his forehead, not as straight anymore now that it’s wet. you were a sight for sore eyes to him as well, your dark hair messy and disheveled, your cheeks red and your neck scattered in hickeys.

after a few moments, you came undone, spilling against his cock. not soon after, he slowed his thrust and shot his load inside of you, a part of him forever embedded within your womb.

“Too beautiful,” he murmured, planting kisses all over your breasts and collarbone. “You have been mine since we were children. You were meant to be my betrothed. Tis I who has always loved you.”

you only smiled, but even that made his heart flutter and his cock twitch. he slowly engulfed you into a kiss, slipping his cock outside of you.

“My children have taken a liking to you,” you smile, rubbing your nose against his. “I’d love for you to stay by our side.”

“Which I will do,” he replied, his big hand rubbing your stomach. “After all, they ought to meet one of their own.”

you were about to attempt to stand up on shaky legs, but his veined hands cupped your face and slowly pinned you back down.

“Do not clean yourself up, rōva mandia,” his melodic voice ringed. “Let us depart to supper with my seed, deep inside of you. The bastard might realise how little chance he makes with you.”

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nanamiluvs · 3 months

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hii, how you doing? hope everything is ok <3

can I request a nsfw alphabet for neuvillette? if it’s okay, ofc

hii, thanks for asking :) i hope you're doing good as well !

honestly i'm a firm believer in sub!neuvillette ( or switch ) so i'm sorry if you expected a mainly dominant one ! i just can't imagine him like that he's so babygirl <3

neuvillette nsfw alphabet !

pairing : neuvillette x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.0k

warnings : smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, reader is human, neuvillette is a dragon, neuvillette has a double dick, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, double penetration in one hole, double penetration in two holes, crying, overstimulation, power play, begging, degrading, not beta read

a : aftercare

neuvillette would be the most affectionate man on earth during aftercare. he struggles to understand normal human needs and desires, but he's trying his best. he will clean your body, hold you in his arms if you want him to and believe me, he wants to, whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you fall asleep. neuvillette himself thinks doesn't require much aftercare, yet he melts in your hands when you pamper him as if he was a mere mortal, not one of the strongest beings in teyvat.

b : body part

neuvillette adores your face. more specifically, your eyes. he finds himself staring at your eyes for hours, just admiring the pure beauty he finds in them. he loves the way your eyes hold so much adoration when they look at him, he loves the way your eyes light up when you laugh. he loves the look on your eyes, shining with tears and ecstasy as you come undone. for himself, neuvillette finds his hands quite elegant, especially when they're glistening with your slick.

c : cum

neuvillette likes seeing his cum on your body, your chest, tummy, your face, oh my god, your face. his cum is probably watery and pretty clear, it tastes so neutral too, like cream without the sweetness. he has a voice in his head that tells him to just come inside, to fill you up with his seed and get you pregnant, to breed you- but neuvillette knows better than to give into those primal instincts of his. he would never do anything that has the possibility of you getting hurt.

d : dirty secret

neuvillette could never tell you that sometimes, he fantasizes about you overstimulating him until he's crying and begging. he wants to feel just powerless beneath your hands. he wants you to degrade him and then tell him how pretty he is as he cums once again. he wants to whine as you crawl on his lap to straddle one of his dicks, sliding the puffy tip in your wet cunt and telling him how well he's been as you wipe his tear-stricken face, pressing your lips against his and swallowing his moans.

e : experience

neuvillette, despite being older than a millennia, doesn't have that much experience when it comes to sex. his inexperience comes as an insecurity, thinking it'd make him appear weak to you. he knows how to mate, of course, but when it comes to the modern ways of intimacy, you have to teach him those.

f : favorite position

neuvillette's favorite position would definitely be one where he can see your face. he wants to look into your eyes even if that makes him embarrassed at times, he wants to make you feel the love he has for you. something like cowgirl's helper when he's on the submissive side, and cat position when he's feeling more dominant.

g : goofy

neuvillette takes sex very seriously and he acts according to that. he most probably definitely won't understand if you make some kind of joke during it. he's either crying from pleasure or fully focused on pleasuring you, there is no inbetween.

h : hair

neuvillette, i think, doesn't have hair growing below. it's more like blue scales getting slightly apparent on his skin down there, harder to the touch yet pretty like the rest of neuvillette. he doesn't care whether you are well-groomed or not, it really makes no difference for him.

i : intimacy

neuvillette, like i said, views sex as a very intimate and romantic act. he finds the idea of being pressed skin against skin with you so comforting. the fact that you're willing to bare yourself to him as he does to you is immaculate for neuvillette. he wouldn't ever do it with just anyone, he wants it because it's you and you only. almost everytime, he's whispering in your ear how much he loves you, how glad he is to be able to be one with you, eyes teary with affection.

j : jack off

neuvillette wasn't used to the concept of masturbation. that is, of course, until he had you as his lover. neuvillette's work consumes most of his time, so it's not become so rare that he touches himself to the thought of you in his office if it's been a long time since he last saw you. he shames himself for it even if you already told him it was okay to do so. he misses you so much that he can't help the bulge growing in his pants.

k : kink

neuvillette is not really a kinky person.

‎ ‎ ‎ double penetration : the idea of pushing all of himself inside you at once drives neuvillette insane. he would never be the one to propose the idea, but he'd be a liar if he said he never fantasized about it. stretching your wet lips as both of his cocks press inside. he can't help but get hard at the thought of you taking all of him in different ways. he knows he, as a dragon, can be too intense for you sometimes- he would never try to do so and hurt you. unless, of course, you beg the chief justice for it.

‎ ‎ ‎ sir : neuvillette could never believe what others call him on a daily basis would turn him on so much when it came from your mouth. sir, monsieur, my lord- it doesn't matter. he just gets off to you treating him like what he is, an authority. he only demands it when he's particularly stressed out.

‎ ‎ ‎ breeding : take a look at this man and tell me he's not into breeding. he wants to breed and to be bred, to have a family with you. he wants to impregnate you so bad, yet when the thought is discussed, his cheeks take on a light shade of pink.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pegging : neuvillette feels so vulnerable when you push inside of him, one of the most powerful beings in teyvat reduced into a moaning mess beneath you. he's whining and blabbering something you can't understand, you hitting that one spot inside him making his mind numb with pleasure. he definitely did not now he was into pegging before you came along and suggested it.

‎ ‎ ‎ crying : neuvillette. cries. during. it. whether because it's too pleasant or too much, his eyes are watery with tears threatening to fall. he never wants to make you cry, but hell, seeing you in tears from ecstasy makes his dicks twitch. would lick your tears up with pleasure if you let him.

l : location

neuvillette prefers the safety and privacy of your home. he thinks these things should happen in the bedroom and bedroom only. his mind quickly changes once he takes a showet with you, the water surrounding your bodies as he pushes inside of you. also will do it in his office if you demand it, but is very careful to lock any and every doors. he is only yours and you are only his to see.

m : motivation

neuvillette doesn't need anything but sweet whispers from you to continue. the fact that he's the one who pleasures you, the fact that he's the one you want to do this with makes him happier than you could ever imagine.

n : no

neuvillette is a large man. for beginners, he's a dragon. he knows of how powerful he is, of his strength. so anything that might involve using that strength on you is off the table.

o : oral

neuvillette would eat you out for his own pleasure. the taste of your slick makes his hips grind into the bed, begging for friction. his tongue is probably pretty long too, so good luck with that. at this point, he's not even doing it for you- it's for himself. he swears he could get drunk on your taste alone and he probably does. unfortunately or fortunately, by the time he's done and satisfied with lapping up your juices, your legs are shaking with overstimulation. he also loves receiving oral from you, moaning and whining, his words incomprehensible as he pushes your head further down- nevertheless, eating you out will always be his preference.

p : pace

neuvillette is very passionate and sensual when it comes to sex, so rough and fast thrusts won't be the usual. he wants to enjoy every last bit of it.

q : quickie

neuvillette doesn't like quickies unless it's him eating you out or you sucking him off inbetween his cases. he wants to, like i said, take his time with you.

r : risk

neuvillette is not the person if you expect risks. in fact, he's quite scared of them- unless you ask him to do so, it's unlikely for him to propose a new thing.

s : stamina

neuvillette is, a, dragon. your stamina is no match compared to his, he can and will continue for as long as you want him to.

t : toys

neuvillette is foreign to the concept of sex toys, but i don't think he'd be very against them if you proposed the idea. for neuvillette, the only thing that matters is what you want to do with him.

u : unfair

neuvillette usually doesn't tease much but when he does get in the mood to tease, he's a piece of shit at it. he acts completely nonchalant too, as if he hadn't made you cum several times before even sliding a finger inside. on the contrary, he loves to be teased. he loves when you get him so hard he can't think of anything else yet leave without doing something about it. he wants you to overstimulate him, tie him to the bed, treat him like he's miserable.

v : volume

neuvillette is a moaner and a whiner, i don't make the rules. no matter what he's doing or what you're doing, you will hear either his soft moans or high-pitched whines. this man probably fucking moans into your pussy as he eats you out.

w : wild card

neuvillette would come in his pants if you degrade him. he loves you and he loves how wonderful you make him feel, but sometimes he gets so turned on at you treating him like a worthless piece of trash. make him beg, treat him like he's a mere tool for your pleasure and oh god, neuvillette is happy to provide. whatever you want, he will do, for he can willingly be a slave for your desires.

x : x-ray

neuvillette, like i said, has two dicks. i think they're more on the scaly side, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to feel the texture. his skin also shades into a light blue for the shafts and then fades into dark blue as it goes. honestly, neuvillette has two of the prettiest dicks you can ever find. every part of this man is majestic by itself.

y : yearning

neuvillette didn't use to have that much of a sex drive before you. he's still not what you'd call someone with a high sex drive, but he definitely misses doing it after some time. he doesn't need the sex, not really, it's that you're the one he's becoming one with.

z : zzz

neuvillette has the most peaceful sleep ever if he's in your arms or there's you in his arms. especially after sex, he gets so clingy and cuddly with you. will most probably pout if you have something else to do afterwards.

reqs are open !

i mainly write for jjk, hsr & genshin ✩

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Natasha Romanoff x Tattooed!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Hiiiii I'm the one who asked for the tattooed reader with nat and I wanted to say thank you, I love it... I have another request... Maybe younger reader, who is a virgin, with nat who literally praises them throughout the whole thing and just kind of guides them... Not necessarily a totally innocent kind of reader, just that they don't know exactly what to do. G!P or male reader would be great, just whatever you're comfortable with, and if you can/want, reader has tattoos (if you haven't noticed I'm kinda obsessed with them). Hope you had/have a great day❤️ (sorry if it's kind of confusing, English isn't my first language sooo yeah)

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

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You’re a little surprised when Natasha asks if you want to go to her room after the party, but not enough to turn down her offer. You’re not stupid, and you’re pretty sure your little display at the pool was enough to catch her eye. But at the same time, you’re a little nervous, because despite what everyone thought about you, you’d never actually done it before.

She holds your hand while she guides you into her room. You’re a little surprised at the lack of character it has: just a bed, a plain dresser, and a desk in the corner. There are no knick knacks, no memorabilia, no pictures or posters.

You knew that Natasha Romanoff is a woman who is very hard to read and immensely secretive, but you hadn’t expected this to extend to her own private room as well. But this was your chance to get to know her--assuming you didn’t disappoint tonight.

Natasha guides you over to her bed and sits down to face you. You don’t even realize that you never put your shirt back on from the pool until she leans forward to run her fingers across the sword tattoo on your left side.

“I got that after I spent six months in Japan,” you volunteer, a little uncomfortable with the silence.

“What about this one?” Her fingers move up to touch the dragon on your chest.

You shrug. “My friend designed it. I just thought it looked cool.”

“You’re not wrong there.” Natasha drops her hand back to her lap and leans back, biting her lip as she looks you up and down. She spreads her legs and grabs onto your shorts to drag you forward until you’re standing between them. “Obviously I brought you here for a reason. But only if you want to.”

“O-Of course I do.” But your stutter gives away your nerves.

“Are you sure?” Natasha hesitates.

“Yes. It’s just...I’ve never...” Your cheeks heat up at the fact that you have to explain to her that you’re still a virgin, but she tugs on your shorts again, bringing you down into a kiss. Her lips taste like coconut lip gloss and press against yours softly.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” she says.

You want to tell her that you’ll take care of her, but your words are lost when she kisses you again, wrapping her arms around your back and pulling you on top of her. You put your hands on her shoulders, not really sure where else to put them, but as the kiss deepens you find them gravitating towards her chest and groping her over her bikini.

“Hold on,” Natasha says, breaking away from your lips and sitting up to undo the knot behind her neck. She slips out of her bikini top and you have to consciously keep your jaw from dropping when she exposes herself to you.

“Can I...”

“You don’t have to ask,” she chuckles, amused by your manners.

You cup your hands around her breasts, surprised at how soft they are and rubbing your fingers over her nipples.

“My turn,” Natasha says, practically panting as she reaches for your shorts. You’re a little nervous to show yourself off like that, and she can tell, but she brushes her hand along your thigh and asks you to take them off yourself. With a deep breath, you pull your shorts down, your cock springing out hard and ready, and it’s Natasha’s turn to hold back an exhale.

“You’re gonna stretch me out so good,” she hums and you feel yourself throb at her dirty words.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” you say, not sure if the words will turn her on or further show your lack of experience.

But Natasha doesn’t comment, lying back down and sliding out of her bikini bottoms. You carefully move on top of her, enjoying the silky feeling of her bare skin against yours. Your hips rock against hers, your cock twitching as it makes contact with the insides of her thighs.

“Inside,” Natasha begs suddenly. “I need you inside.”

“I...I don’t have protection,” you say, the thought suddenly dawning upon you.

“You don’t need it.”

“Are...Are you sure?” The last thing you need right now is to become a parent.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Natasha asks, and your heart soars at the pet name.

“Of course.”

You sit back to line yourself up, tensing in anticipation and not wanting to blow too early. As you slide yourself in, all you feel is a warm tightness around your cock, better than your hand or any toy you had ever been inside of.

“Oh fuck, Nat,” you pant, pressing yourself deeper, desperate to feel that same warmth along your entire length.

“Finally,” she moans, dropping her head back on the pillows. “Start thrusting, baby. Fill me up and make me feel good.”

You take her waist in your hands, jacking your hips forward in uneven, short strokes. You don’t really have the focus or the patience to take your time, but you also want Natasha to be happy with your performance.

“Fuck, right there,” she says, her nails suddenly clawing at your back as you lean down to kiss her again. “A little harder, baby. Don’t be afraid. You won’t break me.”

You grunt as you try to deepen your strokes, railing into her harder. Her walls clench around you perfectly and you know the stimulation is already too much. You try holding out as long as you can, but you spill before you can even give Natasha a warning, pausing as you release your cum into her in sporadic bursts.

“I...Oh, God,” you mumble, embarrassed and ashamed. “I’m so sorry, Nat--”

“Don’t be,” she says, stopping you from pulling out. “We’ll try again when you’re ready. It feels nice to have your cum inside of me.”

It’s strange to hear something so crude come out of her mouth, but it makes your cock twitch. Maybe it’ll be ready for round two sooner than you thought.

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Question, What Question? (Part 2)

Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Summary: You and Hiccup go out to figure out where that smokes coming from. You decide to return back to Berk to tell Stoick what you saw. However, Stoick had other plans in mind.

No warnings

Just fairly short.

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You and Hiccup neared the large plume of smoke, both having no idea what it could be, and your concern growing. Once you had neared the fire, you saw what looked to be a broken up fort with large pieces of ice staggered throughout it.

You stared at the massive amounts of damage and immediately went to turn around,

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” You said only for Hiccup to pop back up in front of you.

“Come on, let’s just check it out, what’s the worst that could-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” You warned, sending a glare his way. The last thing you needed right now was for him to jinx anything. Hiccup continued to stare at you pleadingly, not giving up on the topic before you sighed, finally agreeing to tag along as he went over to explore.

“What do you think could have done all this?” Hiccup asked, not taking his eyes off the teal ice structure before him.

“How would I know, you're the dragon guy.” You answered sarcastically to which Hiccup rolled his eyes and responded,

“Well… no Fishlegs would be the dragon guy. I’m more of a… dragon tamer.”

“Dragon guy, dragon tamer, dragon master, does any of that truly matter right now?”

“Yeah, Well the distinction is very important the dragon g-“ Before Hiccup could say anything else you had noticed trappers on deck of the dismantled fort below, aiming right at him.

“Hiccup, look out!” You shouted, trying to help block the netting that was sent his way, and instead you had gotten your own dragon caught. Your dragon was heading straight for the ground, and you could barely hang on as it was falling a lot faster than you were. You very quickly lost a hold of the leather pieces you used to steer it and you were sent flying into the air.

You screamed as you continued to plummet towards the ground but thankfully Toothless was able to catch you safely. You all quickly made your way down to the deck with the dragon trappers, attempting to run over to free your dragon, only to be stopped by the men who now surrounded you.

“Give me back my dragon!” You shouted, as a very muscular man walked over, gazing at your dragon with interest and a gloating smile. You weren’t gonna lie, he would’ve been a bit more attractive had he not just placed his entire foot on your dragon's face.

“Now what good would that do me?” He asked rhetorically, smirking as he finally looked towards you and Hiccup, realizing you were accompanied by a Night Fury.

“Well soil my britches, that there’s a Night Fury.” He stated, pointing his knife towards Toothless.

“Good job, you can see, now can I get my dragon back?” You asked, clearly not wanting to take no for an answer.

“Sorry love, no can do. Not after your friend from last night blew this place to bits. This dragon now belongs to Drago Bludvist.” The man claimed. You sneered at the mocking pet name he had given you, not even noticing the name he had mentioned.

“Drago who now? Does anything you say make sense?” Hiccup asked jokingly, gesturing dramatically with his arms and shoulders as he looked back at you.

“You think we did this? What kind of creature is even capable of this?” You asked, astonished that someone could even think to blame you for such a massive feat.

“Who even are you?” Hiccup asked, trying to figure out what was going on because at the moment you both were just an entire bundle of confusion and questions and this conversation was not helping.

“Where are my manners? I'm Eret, son of Eret.” He introduced, but you stopped paying attention to everything else he was saying as you watched his movements. You noticed as his eyes darted to somewhere just behind you, his hand pointing directly at you.

“Uh Hiccup… we might want to-“ you began to whisper to him,

“Way ahead of you.” He whispered back, backing up.

“You’re Eret, this is Toothless, and we’re leaving!” Hiccup said in a joking manner, hopping on Toothless, “Now!” He shouted, signaling Toothless to shoot a blast at the ice ledge just above the trappers, safely freeing your dragon whom you hopped on right away and rode off.

“What was that all about?” You asked, not really expecting an answer from Hiccup who seemed pretty lost in thought. You decided to just drop the conversation and let him think through whatever he was thinking about at that point.

You both made your way back to Berk, landing in front of the Forge with a multitude of people cheering that Hiccup had returned.

“Ah, the Pride of Berk!” Stoick cheered as he saw Hiccup, then he looked over and noticed that you were with him. His mind was clearly on a different topic than you two as he quickly asked,

“So… how did it go?”

You looked towards the man confused.

“How did what go?” You asked, there was no way he could’ve known about your encounter yet, and even if he did he would’ve known it didn’t go all that well.

“You know… the question? What did you say?” He asked jovially. One could almost compare him to a very intimidating red headed Santa Claus.

“What… question?” You asked, turning to Hiccup who seemed to just realize what Stoick was talking about.

“I- Dad, I haven’t asked it yet.” Hiccup butted in through a very clenched smile, he was clearly keeping something from you and it would be wrong to not want to know what it was at this point. You could make assumptions but most of the options you had in mind you didn’t want to jump to on the high chance you would just be getting your hopes up.

“Hiccup, if you’re going to be Chief you need to-“ Stoick began only to be cut off by Hiccup yet again.

“Dad, that’s not the focus here. I'm trying to tell you about something that happened. It’s really important.” He said, trying to deter his father from continuing the conversation.

“Well this is important too, son. If you’re to lead, you should lead with someone by your side.” Stoick laughed, pushing Hiccup into you in a very well meaning way. Hiccup was clearly very flustered by this conversation, but you were still a few steps behind.

“Dad I don’t think-“ Hiccup began only to be cut off by you,

“Is that… is your question what I think it is? Is that the question you were going to ask? You want me to-“ You began, only for Hiccup to cut you off instead.

“Listen, we can talk this out later… preferably with less people around. This is not how I wanted you to find out.” Hiccup sighed, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned, clearly stressed about the current situation. You stood still as Hiccup followed his dad into the forge, explaining what you both had encountered but you simply watched, unmoving, as if you were in a trance.

Was he going to ask…

To marry you???

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