Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.
Masterlist
As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.
You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.
'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you
Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.
Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.
'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.
He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.
Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.
With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.
Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.
But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.
The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.
As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.
'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.
'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.
As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.
Translation
Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love
Issa dārys- my king
Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb
Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen
Avy jorrāelan- I love you
Se nyke ao- and I you
Imagine, Charles being a girl dad and being protective over his babygirl that the both of you created with so much love. 💗💗
Note: This video isn't mine and all credit goes to the owner of the video.
Don't Kill!
The doctor gently held Baby Hope's tiny arm, preparing to administer the necessary vaccine. Hope's cries filled the room, her tiny face scrunched up in discomfort. klaus stood nearby, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved daughter in distress.
Klaus's anger surged, his protective instincts raging against the doctor who dared to make his precious baby cry. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, and the urge to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting medical staff grew stronger by the second.
Just as Klaus was about to unleash his fury, a calming voice interrupted his thoughts. It was y/n, his loving wife, who stood by his side, recognizing the turmoil within him.
"Don't go on a murder spree, love," y/n spoke softly, their voice laced with concern and understanding.
Klaus turned his gaze toward y/n, momentarily torn between his instincts and the rationality that y/n always seemed to bring out in him. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain control over his emotions and quell the raging storm within.
The doctor finished administering the vaccine, and Baby Hope's cries began to subside as she was comforted by her mother.
Klaus, still seething with anger, took a step back, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their usual calm blue. He realized that y/n was right. Going on a murderous rampage would not only endanger others but also set a terrible example for his daughter.
Reluctantly, Klaus nodded to y/n, acknowledging their wisdom. "You're right, my love," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I must find another way to protect our family."
Y/n's reassuring hand gently grasped Klaus's, their touch offering solace and support. "We will find a way, Klaus," she said, her voice brimming with unwavering faith. "Together, we can keep our family safe."
Klaus's features softened as he allowed the love and reason in y/n's words to wash over him. He knew that his wife was his anchor, the one who could quell the storm within him and guide him towards a better path.
He would channel his anger into productive avenues, ensuring the safety and happiness of Baby Hope and the rest of their loved ones.
And as they left the doctor's office, Klaus held y/n's hand tightly, grateful for their presence in his life.
Forgetting the sea — detail from 'Cold Shore'
𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
In the glimmering world of lights and cameras, amidst the whirlwind of fame and fortune, you found yourself drawn to the enigmatic presence of Henry Cavill. His chiseled features and piercing eyes held a magnetic allure, captivating your heart with a single glance.
As chance would have it, your paths intertwined, bringing you into Henry's orbit. From the first moment, his warm smile and genuine charm left an indelible impression on your soul. In his presence, time slowed, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of enchantment.
As conversations unfolded and laughter filled the air, you discovered the depths of Henry's captivating personality. Beneath the veneer of fame, he was a kind and humble soul, grounded in his values and passions. His genuine interest in you and the way he made you feel seen and heard ignited a flame of connection that could not be denied.
Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, your bond with Henry grew stronger. He became your confidant, the one who embraced your vulnerabilities and celebrated your strengths. Together, you navigated the complexities of life, finding solace in each other's arms.
In Henry's embrace, you found a sanctuary—a place where the weight of the world slipped away. His touch was both tender and passionate, an intoxicating blend that set your heart ablaze. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew you closer with each stolen glance and gentle caress.
Through shared adventures and stolen moments of intimacy, you discovered the depths of your love. Henry's unwavering support uplifted you, inspiring you to chase your dreams fearlessly. In his presence, you felt a sense of belonging, a sense that together, you could conquer any obstacle that dared to cross your path.
As you explored the world hand in hand, you celebrated the simple joys of love—the whispered words that danced upon the breeze, the stolen kisses that left you breathless, and the quiet moments of serenity found in each other's presence. Amidst the chaos of life's demands, you found peace in the embrace of Henry's love.
In the depths of Henry's eyes, you saw a reflection of your own happiness—a happiness that radiated from within, nurtured by the love that bound you together. In that moment, you knew that no matter the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering devotion, forever grateful for the enchanting connection that had brought you into Henry's arms.
A Mischievous Ride
Henry sat in the driver's seat of his car, with his loyal companion, Kal, an American Akita, riding shotgun. The two of them were driving on a scenic drive through the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of the open road.
As they cruised along, Henry glanced over at Kal, who seemed unusually restless. Kal's ears perked up, and he let out an excited bark that echoed through the car.
Henry chuckled, glancing at his furry friend. "What's gotten into you, buddy?" he asked, scratching behind Kal's ears.
But before Henry could react, Kal leaned forward and gave an adventurous bite to the edge of the seat, sinking his teeth into the fabric.
Henry's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a mix of laughter and exasperation. "Kal, no! Not the seat!"
Kal, undeterred by Henry's protest, continued to gnaw on the seat, thoroughly enjoying his newfound playtime. The mischievous glint in his eyes made it clear he was having the time of his life.
Henry, torn between amusement and concern for his car's upholstery, quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to Kal, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild scolding.
"Kal, my buddy, we can't have you destroying the seat," Henry said, trying to sound stern. "We'll have to find you a more suitable chew toy."
Kal tilted his head to the side, seemingly considering Henry's words. His tail wagged excitedly, as if he understood the playful scolding.
Henry quickly rummaged through the glove compartment, searching for something to occupy Kal's attention. He pulled out a sturdy chew toy, shaped like a bone, and handed it to Kal.
"Here you go, Kal," Henry said, offering the toy. "This should keep you entertained."
Kal eagerly took the toy in his mouth, his tail wagging even faster. He settled down in the backseat, content with his new chew toy.
With a smile, Henry resumed his drive, grateful that Kal had found a more appropriate outlet for his playful energy.
As they continued their journey, Henry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Kal's mischievous act. It was a reminder of the joy and unpredictability that came with being a dog owner.
Kal, now engrossed in his chew toy, occasionally glanced at Henry, as if seeking approval. Henry reached back to pat Kal's head, his voice filled with affection.
"You're quite the handful, Kal," Henry said fondly. "But I wouldn't trade you for anything. You bring so much excitement and love into my life."
Kal wagged his tail in response, as if expressing his agreement.
Together, they continued their drive, Henry relishing the company of his loyal friend and the shared adventures that awaited them. Their bond, strengthened by playful moments like these, would only grow stronger as they navigated life's twists and turns, one chewed seat at a time.
ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ
ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ
ᎥᎷᏗᎶᏋ ᏁᎧᏖ ᎷᎥᏁᏋ
It was a beautiful city, filled with lights and excitement. They had decided to take a stroll down the busy streets, hand in hand, taking in the sights and sounds.
As they walked, Miguel couldn't help but stare at his new wife. She was truly the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. Her (h/c) hair flowed behind her in the gentle breeze, and her (e/c) eyes sparkled in the city lights.
'You know, I never imagined I would be spending my honeymoon in Tokyo,' Miguel said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
'Me neither, but I'm so glad we did. It's such a vibrant and lively city,' you replied, squeezing his hand.
As they continued walking, they stumbled upon a small park. The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, creating a picturesque scene. Without a second thought, Miguel led you to a bench under one of the trees and they sat down.
'This is perfect,' you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.
Miguel wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. 'Yeah, it is. Just like you,' he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You smiled and turned to him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, you noticed a street performer playing a traditional Japanese instrument nearby. The sound of the music was enchanting, and you couldn't resist the urge to dance.
You stood up, pulling Miguel with you. He laughed as you swayed to the music, his arms around your waist. The two of you danced under the cherry blossom tree, lost in the moment and in each other.
As the music came to an end, Miguel spun you around one last time before dipping you low and planting a kiss on your lips. The whole park erupted in applause, causing the two of you to laugh and blush.
'That was amazing,' you said, still in a daze from the dance.
'Only because I have the most amazing partner,' Miguel replied, pulling you into a hug.
As the night went on, the two of you continued to explore the city, trying new foods and taking in the culture. But no matter where you went, the night would always end with a sweet dance under the cherry blossom trees, in the city of Tokyo, with the love of your life.
Title: A Witcher's Heart
Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia.
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The wind whistled through the trees as you made your way through the darkened forest. You were on a quest, searching for a rare herb that could save your village from a mysterious illness. Little did you know that destiny had something else in store for you that day.
Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound behind you. Instinctively, your hand went to your sword hilt. You turned, ready to face whatever danger lurked in the shadows. To your surprise, a tall figure emerged—a man with white hair, piercing eyes, and the unmistakable presence of a Witcher.
Geralt of Rivia stood before you, his silver sword gleaming in the moonlight. He spoke in his gravelly voice, "Looking for trouble?"
You relaxed slightly, realizing he meant no harm. "No, I'm on a quest. I seek a rare herb to heal my village. But it seems I've lost my way."
Geralt's eyes studied you, assessing your determination and sincerity. "I can help," he offered, surprising you with his willingness.
Together, you embarked on a journey through the forest, sharing stories and laughter along the way. Geralt's gruff exterior melted away as you discovered his hidden warmth and kindness. He was unlike any other person you had met—a blend of strength, resilience, and a surprising gentleness.
Days turned into weeks, and your bond with Geralt grew stronger. As he fought monsters and protected you from danger, you couldn't help but admire his skill and unwavering dedication. His scars told stories of countless battles, and yet, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that only you seemed to see.
One fateful night, as you sat by the campfire, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Geralt broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper, "I never expected to find someone like you."
Your heart skipped a beat as you realized the depth of your feelings for the Witcher. With trembling hands, you reached out and touched his cheek, your voice filled with emotion, "And I never expected to find someone like you either, Geralt."
In that moment, time stood still. Geralt's eyes met yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation. Then, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The world faded away as you shared a tender, passionate kiss—a union of two souls brought together by destiny.
From that day forward, you and Geralt traveled side by side, facing the challenges of the world together. Love and adventure intertwined, as you discovered the true power of companionship and the strength of a Witcher's heart.
Masterlist
The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.
Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.
'Mommy, Daddy?'
Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.
'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.
'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.
Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.
'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.
'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.
Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.
'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.
Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.
'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.
Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.
'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.
'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.
Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.
'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.
Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.
'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.
'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.
'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.
Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.
Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.
Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.
Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.
They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.
As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.
The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.
Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.
As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.
'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.
Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.
'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.
'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.
As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.
'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.
'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.
Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.
Henry: *leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead* How are you feeling, my love? Our little ones are growing stronger each day.
[Reader]: *smiles warmly, resting a hand on your baby bump* I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, Henry. It's incredible to think that soon we'll have our sons in our arms.
Henry: *grinning with adoration* Yes, it truly is a miracle, isn't it? I can already imagine their tiny fingers gripping mine, their eyes filled with wonder as they discover the world around them.
[Reader]: *nestling closer to Henry, finding comfort in his presence* I can't wait to see you as a father, Henry. I know you'll be amazing. Your love and nurturing nature are a gift that our sons will cherish.
Henry: *stroking your hair gently* And I can't wait to see you as a mother, [Reader]. Your kindness and strength will guide them, and your love will be a guiding light in their lives. We'll navigate this journey of parenthood together, hand in hand.
[Reader]: *teary-eyed, overwhelmed by emotion* I'm so grateful to have you by my side, Henry. Your unwavering support and love have made this experience even more beautiful. I know our sons will be lucky to have you as their father.
Henry: *cupping your face, wiping away a tear* My love, I am the lucky one. You've given me the greatest gift—the gift of a family. I promise to cherish and protect both you and our sons with all that I am. We're in this together, forever.
[Reader]: *smiling through tears, placing a hand on Henry's heart* Together, forever. Our love will guide us through this journey, and our family will be filled with joy, laughter, and an abundance of love.
Henry: *leaning in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips* I love you, [Reader]. And I already love our sons more than words can express. Let's embrace this adventure and create a lifetime of beautiful memories together.
[Reader]: *whispering against Henry's lips* I love you too, Henry. Our journey as parents begins now, and I couldn't be happier to share it with you. Our love will only grow stronger as we watch our sons flourish in the world we create for them.
In this intimate conversation, Henry and [Reader] express their deep love and anticipation for their twin sons. Their words reflect their commitment to supporting and cherishing each other as they embark on the journey of parenthood together. With love as their foundation, they are ready to embrace the challenges and joys that lie ahead, united in their shared vision of creating a loving and nurturing environment for their family.