Treated Rhaenyra's first three sons as his own, bethroted his daughters to Jace and Luke, beheaded Vaemond for insulting Rhaenyra and her kids, also the only one who tried to get revenge for Luke. You can accuse Daemon of a lot of things but cannot say that he never loved Jace and Luke. He raised and loved those boys!!!
and its not like he doesn’t know what it means, HE IS NOT STUPID HE IS AN ADULT WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH
he left his successful group to make christian music and it’s so obvious who he’s catering to
when he left, i wanted to support him but i refuse to support someone who aligns themselves with beliefs that caused a detrimental impact and effect on poc in america
Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral, creampie, loss of virginity, reader has no description
This came straight from my ovulated mind
Daeron stood in their shared chambers, the firelight casting a warm glow over his new wife. He was pleasantly tipsy, but far from drunk—he had every intention of savoring this night.
He watched, transfixed, as she shyly slipped out of her gown. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before him. For a long moment he simply drank in the sight of her, heart pounding. Then he began undressing himself, his fingers clumsier and more hurried than hers had been.
She let out a soft giggle.
“Do you find your husband’s struggles so amusing?” he asked with mock offense, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Before she could answer, he closed the distance and gently guided her back onto the bed. His hands moved over her with reverent fascination, tracing the soft curves of her body as though she were something sacred. “I do not deserve a gift as sweet as you,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion.
He kissed her deeply, then let his lips trail downward—along the delicate line of her throat, over the swell of her breasts. He lavished attention on each one, sucking and flicking his tongue across her hardened nipples until she was whimpering and arching into his mouth. Lower still he went, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, until he settled between her thighs.
The sight of her—pink, glistening, and entirely his—drew a low, needy whine from his throat.
“Daeron, what are you— you needn’t—” she protested softly, cheeks burning.
He brushed her words aside with a gentle shake of his head. “Trust me,” he murmured, voice husky against her skin. “I am being wholly selfish in this.”
Then his mouth was on her.
He groaned at the first taste, rich and sweet and utterly intoxicating. His tongue moved with slow, hungry strokes, lapping at her folds before circling her swollen clit with firm, deliberate pressure. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue until her hips bucked and her fingers tightened desperately in his hair.
She gasped, thighs trembling around his head.
Daeron only growled in response, pushing his face deeper. His nose pressed firmly against her mound as he devoured her, tongue plunging inside her tight heat before returning to torture her clit. He slid two fingers into her slowly, curling them against that sensitive spot within while his mouth continued its relentless assault. She was soaking his chin, her slick arousal coating his lips and fingers, and he loved every second of it.
He worked her with greedy hunger, alternating between long, languid licks and fast, focused suction until her moans grew louder and her walls fluttered around his fingers. When she finally shattered, crying out his name, he didn’t stop. He kept licking and stroking her through every pulse of her climax, drawing it out until she was shaking and whimpering.
Only then did he rise, crawling up her body with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His cock was achingly hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. He settled between her still-trembling thighs, rubbing the thick head of his length along her slick folds, teasing her oversensitive clit.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever touched yourself here?”
She turned her face away, cheeks burning. Daeron smiled, soft and wicked, and gently turned her chin back to him.
“Don’t be shy,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. “My cock will feel far better than those pretty little fingers of yours ever could.”
He held her hips with tender strength, fingers flexing against her soft skin as if afraid she might slip away. His cock nudged at her entrance, already slick and throbbing with need, and he pressed forward slowlyinch by inch into her welcoming heat. A low, broken groan tore from his throat the moment her walls enveloped him, tight and silken and perfect. His forehead dropped to hers, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded with barely contained desperation.
“Gods… look at you,” he whispered, voice rough and strained. “Taking me so beautifully already. Just breathe, petal. Let me in.”
She gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing her softly, almost reverently, while he stayed buried to the hilt. He was trembling with the effort of holding still, every muscle taut as he fought the overwhelming urge to drive into her like a man starved. “You feel like fucking heaven. So tight… so wet for me already. I’ve been aching for this—for you—all day. Don’t move yet, sweet girl. Just let me feel you.”
After a few moments, her body began to relax around his length. He rocked gently at first, shallow thrusts that had her whimpering sweetly into his mouth. But the desperation was bleeding through—his hips stuttered, a needy little sound escaping him as he fought to stay measured.
“That’s it… good girl,” he praised, voice husky and low. One hand slid down to grip her ass, kneading the flesh as he tilted her hips just right. “You’re doing so well for me. Letting me stretch this pretty little cunt open.” He pulled out almost completely, then sank back in with a smooth, deliberate stroke, savoring the wet, obscene sound of their bodies joining and the way her arousal already coated his shaft.
Her head fell back against the pillows, lips parted in ecstasy. Each thrust dragged the thick head of his cock against her inner walls, rubbing that sensitive spot that made her clench and flutter around him. the slick sounds growing louder as her juices dripped down to his balls.
Daeron’s control frayed. “Fuck… I need you,” he groaned, the words slipping out like a confession. He hooked one of her legs over his arm, spreading her wider, opening her up completely for him. His pace quickened, thrusts growing deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath them as skin slapped rhythmically against skin. Yet even as he took her with mounting urgency, his touch stayed reverent—thumb stroking her hip, lips brushing her temple, forehead still pressed to hers so he could drink in every expression.
He leaned down to capture a breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple while pounding into her with deep, possessive strokes. “Let me hear you, sweet girl,” he growled softly against her skin, voice edged with raw need. “I can’t get enough of how perfectly you squeeze me…”
He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her with every desperate thrust. His free hand slid between them to circle her clit with firm, practiced strokes.
“Come for me,” he pleaded, the softness of his tone undercut by the hunger vibrating through his body. “I need to feel you fall apart around my cock. Please….”
His words and the relentless pressure on her clit pushed her right to the edge. Her thighs began to shake around him, her walls fluttering and clenching tighter with every deep thrust.
She cried out, back arching sharply as her orgasm crashed over her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as she came hard around his cock, pulsing and gushing wetly.
Daeron groaned deeply, the sound guttural and raw. “Fuck, just like that. So perfect—milking me so sweetly.” His hips stuttered, losing rhythm for a moment as her climax nearly dragged him over with her, but he held on through sheer will, taking her through every wave of pleasure. He kept rubbing her clit in slow, soothing circles until her tremors began to ease, never once stopping the deep, claiming strokes of his cock.
Even as she came down, he didn’t slow. His desperation had only grown. Sweat slicked his skin, his breathing ragged against her neck as he buried his face there, kissing and nipping at her pulse point.
“Not done with you yet,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “Need to feel you come again. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? One more time?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her stomach. He covered her body with his own, chest pressed to her back, and slid back inside her in one smooth, hungry thrust. The new angle made her moan loudly into the pillow. Daeron’s hand slid under her, fingers finding her clit again as he began to fuck her with deep, powerful rolls of his hips.
“Take it,” he whispered hotly against her ear, the softness of his dominance wrapping around the raw edge of his hunger. “Take every inch like the perfect little thing you are. You feel so good… so fucking good. I can’t stop—need you so badly.”
The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust. Every stroke dragged against that sensitive spot inside her, his heavy balls slapping against her with every desperate plunge.
He could feel his own release building, a tight coil at the base of his spine, but he fought it, teeth gritted. “Come with me, petal. Please—let me fill you up while you’re squeezing me so tight.”
His pace became frantic but still controlled, each thrust precise and deep, groaning her name like a prayer as her second orgasm began to build.
When it hit her, he followed right behind—burying himself to the hilt with a broken, desperate whine as he came hard, pulsing thick ropes of heat deep inside her. His hips kept rocking through it, slow and lazy now, as if he couldn’t bear to pull out.
He collapsed carefully over her, mindful not to crush her, and turned them both onto their sides so he could stay buried inside her warmth. His arms wrapped around her tightly, one hand stroking her hair while the other caressed her with reverent touches.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses along her neck and jaw, voice still shaky with the aftershocks.
there’s sixteen Colorado counties that their most searched was “wolf furry”, plus thirty-odd counties (not counting either Arapahoe or any of the ones marked here as “Insufficient Data”) which may well have had plenty of searches for “wolf furry”, just fewer than for whatever they’re labeled here
and “skunk furry” searches in Arapahoe County outnumbered “wolf furry” searches in the entire state of Colorado
