It broke him, at least, and Rhaenyra gasped when he stood, picking her up and throwing her on his bed with fire in his eyes.
Rhaenyra spread her legs, eager, smirking at him like the minx she knew she was.
Daemon inhaled, staring down at her.
“Such an eager whore,” he licked his lips. “Ready to be wed and bred.”
She spread her legs more, resting her head on the pillow, and he pulled his tunic up, tossing it away, standing naked before her before crawling on top of her on the bed.
Rhaenyra looked placed her hand on his face as her eyes traced his body, littered with scars.
He was one of those who had fought in the war with the titans, for the survival of their generation.
Daemon had slain his own father, Baelon, the beast.
The greatest of the titans, lord of time and of all titans.
He killed them, so she could exist, so that they could be free.
Daemon stopped in front of her, at last. “I spent years, centuries, trying to stay away from you,” he looked at her face. “Waiting for you to be strong enough, to be ready. And yet my brother and my cousin kept you far away, even when they knew how much it hurt me to stay away from you.” Daemon stepped away and she watched him go. Hurt. It… it hurt him? “I’m a god,” he growled. “I shouldn’t have needs. I don’t need to eat, I don’t need to sleep, I do them because I want to!” He threw himself back to his chair, slouching again. “I shouldn’t need you,” he half mumbled. … Daemon, god of the dead, kidnaps Rhaenyra. The daughter of the god of the sky and the goddess of Earth never felt at home before her feet touched the underworld. Pairing: Daemon x Rhaenyra. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Greek gods au. Tension. Hades/Persephone AU. Seduction. Ñuha dāria is it’s own warning. Offers to gods. Fluff. A bit of breeding kink. Devoted Daemon Targaryen. Oral sex. Dirty talk. Squirting. Cliffhanging. Light angst.
A/N: I have no defense for this. Billy with knives just makes me brain go brrrrrrrrr. This is a continuation of my 2021 Kinktober fic. All typos and mistakes are my own.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Billy asks for what has to have been the 20th time in the last five minutes. He looms over you, checking the silk ties that secure your hands above your head. “Because we can stop. Just say the word.”
You look up at him, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you eye the slender silver knife– one of a twin set– he holds in his hand. “Yes.” The word leaves you in an embarrassingly breathless squeak.
You were more than sure.
You’ve wanted this ever since you saw him train with the same knives a few months ago. There was something equal parts dangerous and alluring about him at that moment. The way Billy sliced and jabbed with such precision. The sharp blades slashing through the fabric of the burlap dummies, spilling tufts of cotton onto the floor. The beautiful, yet menacing, arc of the steel knife as it whistled through the air and embedded itself in the wooden post across the room. You could barely suppress the fire you felt as you watched Billy lunge and strike, fluid and graceful like a lethal dancer.
pairing(s): helmut zemo x reader, bucky barnes x sam wilson
summary: While hiding out in Sam’s old safehouse on a mission, the AC goes out. This wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except it’s summer, and you’ve been left alone in an oven with Zemo.
words: 4,673
warnings:explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), smut, unprotected sex (no stated use of contraception), oral sex, cunnilingus, everyone is fucking on this night, salophilia (that’s a SWEAT KINK folks), destruction of furniture
This fic is inspired by the Emperor card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot.
pairing(s): helmut zemo x fem!reader
summary: Helmut comes back from a mission sporting a nasty wound, so that leaves you in a bit of a bind.
words: 4.6k
tags: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), smut, (fem) masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, brat taming if you squint, cockwarming, bullet wounds, bathing together as a form of intimacy, the thunderbolts aren’t named but it’s there, a little bit of plot (!!), bucky barnes is a cockblocker and he doesn’t even fucking know it
additional notes: i didn’t have a new major arcana on my smut prompt writing bingo card but here we are
“The Emperor sits on his heavy throne, clad in armor beneath his robes. He is grounded yet ready for action at all times.” -Stephanie Caponi, Guided Tarot
This fic is inspired by the Strength card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x afab!Reader
summary: Helmut has scars, both emotional and physical. You’ve noticed.
words: 2.2k
tags:explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), mild smut, oral (afab receiving), marvel 616 references, thunderbolts au (is it an au if they actually do it idk), soft zemo, scars & scar appreciation, body worship, love confessions, mild hurt/comfort, fluff
additional notes: big shoutout to the sluts gc for encouraging me to pull a tarot card and write this 💕
“[…] a woman gently strokes a lion on its forehead and jaw. Even though it is known for its ferociousness, the woman has tamed this wild beast with her calming, loving energy.” -Brigit Esselmont, Strength Tarot Card Meanings
This fic is inspired by the Moon card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
pairing(s): helmut zemo x reader
chapter summary: Zemo takes you to his bed. And then, of course, there’s all the shit that happens after because we can’t just have nice things.
words: 4,867
chapter warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI) gratuitous smut, blowjobs, oral sex, unprotected sex (no stated use of contraception), hand and finger kink, praise kink, exhibitionism, cock warming, aftercare, depictions of fighting but in like a funny way, fluff, angst, orpheus and euridice vibes
additional notes: Gee I wonder if I have a thing for Zemo’s hands. Anyways. Once again, Romanian is used for Sokovian (I wrote this before I learned that the ‘official’ language of Sokovia is Serbian).
This fic is inspired by the Moon card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
pairing(s): helmut zemo x reader
summary: The extremely bright moon provides an ample excuse to meditate on your growing feelings for Zemo, and whether or not you should be having them. However, Zemo may have beat you to the punch.
words: 4,189
warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), smut, cunnilingus, heavy petting, praise kink, mentions of body image issues, negative self talk, slight exbibitionism, semi-public sex, mentions of lady gaga and hozier
additional notes: This is a cross-post of my self indulgent two part fic where zemo gives the reader a confidence boost in the form of an orgasm and then they FUCK. I wrote this before I discovered that the “official” language of Sokovia is Serbian, so I used Romanian instead. The woes of writing a multilingual character amirite
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