The choice to cast Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen was god tier. Name another actor who serves such ferocious capriciousness melded with flashes of childlike vulnerability and absolute unfettered bitchiness. I'll wait.
I’m sorry but to me the “Daemon orchestrated blood and cheese because he’s evil and bloodthirsty” is the laziest possible interpretation of his motivations. You don’t think he did it because he wanted Aemond to live with the guilt of being the reason his nephew is dead?? Or because seeing Rhaenyra grieving her dead son was too painful and drove him to commit an awful act of revenge??? Or that maybe just MAYBE he actually developed affection for the step-son he spent six years raising, and the loss of his brother, daughter and Luke made him want to hurt the Greens as much as they’ve hurt him and his family???? Idk I just think the option where Daemon is the moustache twirling cartoon villain who only does things because he’s the big bad monster on the show is soo boring and overused
Pairing: Ettore x Fem!Reader (he's a bad guy, she's also a bad guy.)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Other Works
Summary: You're becoming his favourite person, his sweet angel of death consuming his thoughts all hours of the day. (no use of y/n). Ettore is delusional.
Wordcount:1.2k
Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. MDNI!18+. DUBCON/NONCON. Pregnancy!. Mentions of basic Medical Procedures & Controlled substance use through out(medications etc)as well as Medical Abuse/Negligence, SA and Violence. Please proceed with caution.
Authors note: I'm not phlebotomist or a nurse so forgive me if any of this is slightly skewed/incorrect etc but I did do a little research first. "Angel of Death" is usually a moniker for a doctor/nurse who has killed their patients so please bare that in mind.
Insomnia no longer seemed to be an issue for you recently, in fact it was the opposite, you were exhausted.
You wore the heavy blanket of fatigue all hours of the day always thankful when you could finally lay down and rest at night, at first you just assumed it to be a physical response to the trauma that Ettore had left you with but when you felt an alien cramp lower down in your abdomen than usual and noticed light spotting in your underwear six days before your period was even due panic set in.
Dibs didn’t seem concerned when you told her the symptoms you were experiencing, you had been forced to confide in her what you assumed had happened to you that night as you were unable to hide the blatant marks littered across your neck and she had done nothing because there was no concrete proof for who had assaulted you. She claimed she was in no position to punish all the men for one’s wrong doing which had hurt, the entire crew had been punished for one persons actions in the past only this ‘mishap’ as she put it might benefit her goals.
The first test came back negative but that was to be expected, you had to wait until a missed cycle to see a positive in most cases. You allowed four days after it was due before doing your own blood test knowing it would be more accurate than a urine sample and cried at the results, you were pregnant, Ettore had gotten you pregnant.
He had kept a slight distance after finally taking what he wanted, the clear look of disgust and pain written all over you when he fell into your line of sight upset him more than the cold shoulder but the day he over heard you talking to Dibs about your worries he lurked making sure to always be in ear shot.
Ettore listened to your panicked voice answering the doctors questions not even two weeks later.
“Have you been pregnant before?” Dibs quizzed
“No.” You responded through choked sobs
The pride and smugness he had felt seeing you wear his mark visible to all on the ship increased tenfold at this news. He had tied himself to you in a way no other man ever has, you were carrying a part of him with you everywhere you went now and everyone would know it. The other men knew they hadn’t been the ones to touch you and the women all whispered and kept further away from him.
From this point on he was always there, he saw the way you would straighten up from your seat in the medical office and place a hand on your chest, your nose turning up at the tenderness of your breasts. He paid attention to how the colour in your cheeks would change when a scent you, no not you, his growing seed didn’t like hit your senses making your stomach churn. What he didn’t expect was the urge to comfort you when your emotional mood swings took hold making you cry over the smallest things.
Ettore didn’t enjoy seeing you accept the comfort the other women now freely offered, those same women who had previously stayed as far away as they could from his angel of death welcomed you into their arms and you looked relieved to have their support. He had tried checking on you once but you refused to acknowledge him pretending to be busy looking at stupid lab reports so he simply sat in the corner of the room in silence just in case you changed your mind, but you didn’t.
He decided it didn’t matter if you weren’t talking to or even looking at him, the way your hand instinctively held and gently caressed your growing bump when you moved around the ship was enough. Your changing body was caused by him, the life growing inside of you was a piece of him, you now slept peacefully at night because of him, you had a glow emanating from you because of the gift he had given you.
One night he heard you stirring and rolled over in his bunk just in time to catch you hurrying off in the direction of the medical office, he didn’t hear anyone else moving around so slipped out of bed and made his was down the lowly lit corridor bathed in its usual blue hue to find you sat on the edge of the cot hunched over a cardboard bowl trying to control your breathing.
Hair stuck to your forehead and glistened with a slick sweat, your hand trembled as you screwed your eyes shut feeling unwanted nausea grip you. He said nothing as he came to sit beside you holding the bottom of the bowl, his larger hand covering your smaller clammy one to stop you dropping it and smoothed his hand on your back in a circular motion.
“I don’t want you here.” You quivered keeping your eyes shut, you’d somehow unwilling committed his own unique scent to memory, you always knew when he was near and it no longer made your skin crawl which you hated. You despised him and what he’s done to you.
“Why did you do it?” You asked through a shiver hitting your spine at all the different sensations hitting your body at once
“You wanted it.” He stated flatly
“No, Ettore.” You shook your head as a tear escaped your waterline
He hushed you stroking the hairs out of your face and holding it away from your face as you spat out the acidic bile that forced its way up and out of your throat. You wanted to push him away and be left alone to handle the unpleasant symptoms of your condition but your body was wanting to keep the comfort he offered.
Ettore stayed with you rubbing your back in silence until you stopped shaking and your breathing returned to normal and the sickness was replaced by exhaustion once more.
“Finished?” He questioned looking you over
“Yes.”
He got up and put the soiled bowl on the counter to be dealt with in the morning and left the room, you breathed a sigh of relief thinking he’d taken himself back off to bed but he returned with a small glass of water and extended it to you.
“Drink.”
You accepted the glass from him with a sigh knowing he was right and took a couple of small sips stilling as he carefully took hold of your wrist and gave you a light tug. He walked you back to your bunk and took the glass back from you putting it on the floor in case you needed it in the night.
He stared at you with an unreadable emotion behind his deep blue eyes motioning for you to get into bed with a jerk of his head and you did as instructed. Pulling the covers over your body he knelt down and rested his hand against your abdomen.
“You’re mine.” Ettore declared with his eyes boring into yours.
“You really are delusional.” You quietly scoffed at his declaration, you had never wanted any of this, you would never of let him willingly touch you.
“I grow in you, you are mine.” He quietly growled before retreating back to his own bunk.
Taglist: @chainsawsangel @tssf-imagines @fan-goddess <- if you didn't want to be tagged with this subject of content im sorry i just went off the requests from the first 3 parts xo
Pairing: Ettore x Fem!Reader (he's a bad guy, she's also a bad guy.)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Other Works
Summary: You're becoming his favourite person, his sweet angel of death consuming his thoughts all hours of the day. (no use of y/n). Ettore is delusional.
Wordcount:1.4k
Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. MDNI!18+. DUBCON/NONCON. NONCON SOMNO. Unprotected PinV. Mentions of basic Medical Procedures & Controlled substance use through out(medications etc)as well as Medical Abuse/Negligence and Violence. Please proceed with caution.
Authors note: I'm not phlebotomist or a nurse so forgive me if any of this is slightly skewed/incorrect etc but I did do a little research first. "Angel of Death" is usually a moniker for a doctor/nurse who has killed their patients so please bare that in mind. I also have no knowledge of what is actually used in the film medication wise so take what i've written with a pinch of salt.
After the incident with Ettore one of the other women on board always made sure to be there with you if Dibs wasn’t, it didn’t mean they trusted or liked you but it was an unwritten rule you’d all silently agreed on. They let you work in peace laid out on the medical bed with the odd question thrown out there or either talked quietly to each other if they came in a pair. This hadn’t deterred your stalker as you’d hoped it would, he still lingered close by watching, sometimes he would even come into the room and sit ignoring the girls completely.
None of you had spoken to Dibs about what had happened out of fear for what the repercussions could be even though it was only Ettore who was in the wrong. You’d internally agreed with yourself to carry on being the one to take his bloods when it rolled around just avoid any further upset or insult to him, the voice of your self preservation winning over the voice of fear and repulsion. He didn’t try talking to you anymore, just stared intently cataloguing every move and expression you made.
You hadn’t realised it but you weren’t the only one keeping tabs on the drugged water supply, where you had started to welcome it to finally get some sleep Ettore was looking to avoid it. You had inadvertently shown him a weakness, he had noticed pretty early on that you were an insomniac and it was your own notes he had found keeping track of when certain symptoms happened that were going to help him with his plan. Taking you by force wasn’t going to be a viable option for him now that the other passengers were aware of his attempt, but he had the timeline of Dibs spiking the water.
One morning you had woken up with a small loose braid on one side of your head and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t recall any memories from before you left the medical office to know if you had been playing with your hair or not. Ettore had watched how confused you were but you left the braid in place all day leaving him with a sense of pride, he’d been able to leave a sign he was there without you even knowing.
Ettore had managed to avoid sedation and induced sleep twice in the last month, it had allowed him to sit on the edge of your bunk undisturbed. Tonight he found himself back there, he had been testing out how much pressure he could apply to his touches before you stirred, he was able to pinch you quite hard on both arms and legs without a noise from you more than once. Feeling empowered from the lack of response he had laid beside you propped up on his elbow freely trailing his fingers from the base of your throat down the valley of your breasts to your stomach and back up.
He inched closer to your grey shorts and slipped one finger just below the waistband running it back and forth along your soft skin, you still didn’t stir so he slipped his entire hand into your underwear quietly humming at how warm you were. As he dragged a finger up and down through your folds he smirked feeling a wetness grow.
“I told you you’d like it” He spoke to himself, his voice barely a whisper
With a deep breath he stood up off the bed and had a quick glance around the room, everyone was out like a light. He peeled your shorts off of your body leaving your underwear on and admired the small wet patch on the white cotton left behind from his touch. Removing his own shorts he climbed over the top of you kneeling between your now spread legs giving another look to the other sleeping inmates, with a hum he moved your panties to the side and pushed his index finger into your hot core.
You didn’t respond in any way, his erect cock twitched as he pushed your top up to expose your breasts with his free hand and sighed at the sight. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and leant down placing a nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue he then gave it a hard tug satisfied at the lack of reaction.
Wasting no time he removed his finger from your wet cunt and lined himself up at your entrance, he should of been patient and gotten you ready more than he had but he didn’t care about your comfort any more. He watched the way you swallowed his length with a rough thrust as his jaw slackened.
“Fuck.” He breathed shakily
He came to rest above you with his arms beside your head caging you in, he pulled his hips all the way back and and slammed harshly into you again revelling in the feeling of your tight walls around him. He kept up the brutal pace looking down at the way your tits bounced with each hit, it was just as beautiful as he had imagined it to be, unable to be fully satisfied with just fucking you as you lay under him sedated and out for the count he brought his mouth to your neck and bit down hard into your soft skin trying to silence the grumbles from his chest at your pussy beginning to clench around him.
He grabbed your jaw in his large hand squeezing firmly and holding your face to the side biting down again and ran his tongue over the indented teeth marks left behind, with a dark smirk on his face he brought his attention back to your breast and sank his teeth into the plush skin and sucked a deep purple welt, he wanted you to know he had been there.
He pulled his hand away from your face and moved it down in between your bodies rubbing tight circles on your clit at an unforgiving pace, he was holding back his own release until he felt you cum on his cock.
“Give it up for me angel.” He quietly encouraged with his lips to your ear, his breathing becoming more ragged with each unrelenting sharp thrust of his hips.
He pushed his face into your hair soaking up your scent as he muffled the groans of his orgasm feeling your cunt clamp down tightly on him spilling his hot seed into you. With a deep inhale sitting himself up he pulled out his now soft cock and looked at his cum leaking from your abused pussy, he ran his fingers through your folds and pushed his fluids back into you.
Looking back to your unaware sleeping form he brought his covered fingers up to your lips and swiped his digits across them as his own lips quirked up. Climbing off your bed he put his shorts back on admiring his work with a light hum, he didn’t bother putting your underwear back into place just pulled your shorts back up and moved your t shirt to cover you back up.
In the morning you woke up with a small groan, your clothes felt uncomfortable and your body ached. As you sat up you wet your bottom lip causing your face to twist up at the salty aftertaste, shaking off an odd memory flickering into your brain of your old life because there was no way you had semen on your lips alarm bells started ringing at the position you felt your underwear in.
It was reminiscent of when you’d had rushed quickies with a boyfriend just pushing them to the side instead of removing them entirely. Standing up you kept your back to the room unaware of Ettore watching you with an amused look trying to be subtle at rearranging yourself, you quietly gasped feeling the damp fabric between your thighs and went into panic mode snapping the elastic back into place.
As you glanced down giving your body a check over you noticed two small dark bruises on the inside of your thighs as if someone had pinched you, looking to your arms you found two more similar dark bruises now feeling the familiar after effects of sex in your pussy, it used to be something you welcomed once but up in space on this ship was the last place you wanted to feel it.
“No no no..” you whispered to yourself and pulled the neck of your top away to reveal a purple welt and teeth marks decorating your right breast. Tears swelled in your eyes as the realisation hit you, he said he wanted you and he found a way to have you.
Turning around slowly your eyes found Ettore laying back on his bunk with his hands tucked under the waist band of his shorts watching you with a grimly smug look on his face.
End notes: I have left this open ended in case i find myself in the right headspace to come back to it for a part 4 in the future.
Pairing: Ettore x Fem!Reader (he's a bad guy, she's also a bad guy.)
Part 1 | Part 3 | Other Works
Summary: You're becoming his favourite person, his sweet angel of death consuming his thoughts all hours of the day. (no use of y/n). Ettore is delusional.
Wordcount:1.4k
Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. MDNI!18+. DUBCON/NONCON. Mentions of basic Medical Procedures & Controlled substance use through out(medications etc)as well as Medical Abuse/Negligence. Reader is implied to suffer from Munchausen's By Proxy (now called Factitious Disorder) very briefly. Violence. Please proceed with caution.
Authors note: I'm not phlebotomist or a nurse so forgive me if any of this is slightly skewed/incorrect etc but I did do a little research first. "Angel of Death" is usually a moniker for a doctor/nurse who has killed their patients so please bare that in mind. I also have no knowledge of what is actually used in the film medication wise so take what i've written with a pinch of salt.
You were offered a placement on the ship for the radiation experiments not only because of the crimes you were guilty of committing, but because your qualifications made you an attractive asset apparently. Dibs would be able to spend as much time as she wanted on the fertility front and you would be assisting her with the testing and results of the radiation.
You not only knew phlebotomy to review the bloods but you were a trained nurse, it would help having more than one medical professional on board. It was made clear from the very start that you were to have zero authority and no access to administering medication or check-ups unsupervised though, you were just a helping hand, a standard inmate like the others.
This had made you nervous from the onset, you were a killer yes, but you weren’t violent and being in prison had shown you how unequipped to handle violence and other criminals you truly were. In court your defence team petitioned to the jury that you had long suffered with Factitious Disorder as a child which progressed into Factitious Disorder Imposed on another as you grew and became fixated on being a doctor, which was in itself an illness that needed treatment. They still found you sane and declared you guilty.
You felt uneasy all hours of the day except when you were in the medical office, you were in your element there, plus it gave you inside knowledge on Dibs and what she was up to. It hadn’t taken you long to suspect she was spiking the water supply, but the first round of blood tests had shown nothing making you think you were paranoid so you started keeping a secret log of symptoms and when they occurred stashed in your bunk, on the third set of blood tests you got your answer.
You weren’t sure what response or reaction you were expecting but you were being fuelled by self preservation and didn’t want to become addicted to a drug that would likely run out eventually and go through the withdrawals surrounded by other killers. You waited for a quiet moment to mention it before heading to bed.
“You’re putting midazolam in the water.”
“So?” Dibs’ tone was flat and she didn’t look up at you from the observations she was making
“It can be paradoxical, increasing behaviours people already have. You’re giving violent people something that could increase that urge instead of sedate them?” You critiqued looking for a way to suggest a different method
“I know that.”
“Then you should also know that it’s not good for the early stages of pregnancy and can cause dependency in a matter of days with continual use.” You pressed on knowing how desperately she wanted a successful childbirth
“What would you suggest then doctor? Oh, I’m sorry, nurse.” She turned to look at you with her last comment intended as an insult
“Use it sparingly, only when tensions are high, and when you want them to go to bed early use quazepam instead, I know you have it, it’s safer. We’re less likely to build up a tolerance and there’s fewer rebound effects.”
Dibs only hummed in response looking at the precious sperm samples she had collected. You had no idea if she would listen to your suggestion or not so took yourself off to bed. As you lay there in the low blue light listening to the constant thrum from the ship wondering if you would sleep tonight or not you felt eyes on you.
You know it’s Ettore, you try to avoid and ignore him as much as you can but he’s decided you’re the only one he trusts with a needle. His deep blue eyes always have a look of ill intent behind them that leaves you feeling unsettled, and from what you’ve seen of him and his aversion to clothes he looks as though he could easily overpower you which is intimidating. Whenever he’s off duty you always find him lurking close by, just watching or waiting for you to come round a corner.
He was the only one that acknowledged you outside the safety of those four white sterile walls and you didn’t like it. You were more than happy to be merely existing in a quiet bubble of your own making, the others didn’t trust you, not that it bothered you in any way, you didn’t trust them either but one thing you did agree on with all of them is that Ettore was best kept at a distance.
You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about the way he watched you that made it feel like he was under your skin, it was almost as though he was trying to commit everything he saw about you to memory. You thought back over the people you’ve dated or been involved with in some way in your life and not one of them had looked as focused on you as he does, maybe that’s what was bothering you, it taking you to be floating in space with convicts for someone to give you the type of devoted attention you’d always craved.
By the time the eighth tests came around marking eleven months since the departure from earth you had grown used to how Ettore’s eyes roamed over your figure freely and without shame, looking as if he could devour you whole there and then. He was a prolific user of the box, after being onboard for almost a whole year other peoples usage had dwindled somewhat, their fascination with encouraged masturbation dying out and you had wondered if there was any medication hidden away you could slip the dirty blonde to curb his sexual appetite.
Leaning closer to his arm to place the collection tube into the hub and check it was all ok he whispered,
“I miss hearing you..”
Keeping your body still to not draw attention you shot him a look of confusion
“..Down there.” He jerked his head slightly in the direction of the box and your cheeks flushed dropping your gaze instantly just catching the way his lips quirked. You blindly handed him the swab to do the task himself while you removed the needle and held the gauze in place with one finger, he handed the wet swab back and you motioned for him to replace your finger with a nod.
Knowing he had followed behind you to the counter you kept your back to him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of his usual move to be as close as possible and look you down and held out the sweet to the side feeling the deep exhale he released brush down across your ear and neck raising a small trail of goosebumps.
“All done Ettore.” You said, trying your best to keep your tone confident. The only indication you had for him leaving was the immediate absence of heat that radiated off him. Your stomach twisted, you didn’t want to assume he’d been purposely standing outside the box just for you but he had basically confirmed that’s exactly what he’d been doing.
“Make sure you double check her mvc’s and platelets, she might need folic acid to help.” Dibs voice called out.
Hearing the clambering on the ladder Ettore pushed off his bed and glanced down the corridor to find it empty, the image of your cheeks flushing was burned into his brain. He was annoyed you’d given him the cold shoulder yesterday, maybe the gentle approach to gain your affections wasn’t going to work and he’d have to result to different methods.
Making his best efforts to appear casual as he approached the medical office he saw you with your back to the entire room, you were looking at a tray of blood vials looking for a specific one as he made his move to come behind you. He rested his palms either side of your frame against the counter caging you in pressing his chest to your back, you tensed up and slowly put the vial back into the tray.
“What do you want?” You asked meekly
“You.” He stated calmly
“Not an option.”
“I see the way you look at me, you’d enjoy it.” He brought his hand against your stomach, pushing you closer into him.
“You’re delusional.” You scoffed shoving his hand away and made an attempt to move out of his space.
Delusional? No. With a grumble from his chest he spun you by the elbow and caught your face in his hand squeezing your cheeks hard, with his other he gripped your throat trapping you against the counter once more. His eyes cold and empty bore into yours as you clawed at his forearm weakly. He wasn’t delusional, you wanted him it was clear as day when you looked at him, your clammy hands being wiped on your legs, avoiding his gaze, the blushing. You wanted him he was sure of it, you just needed some encouragement maybe.
“Nah, you want this and you’ll like it.” He spat releasing your face and moving to your scrubs, tears pricked your eyes as you started to thrash your legs
“Hey.. Hey! Leave her!” Boyse’s high pitched voice called as she ran in followed by Mink. He glowered at you backing off and scoffed at the two women who now flanked you. He’ll have you one way or another soon enough.
End Notes: Theres probably only gonna be 1 maybe 2 more parts for this as like a tiny mini series. next part will be spicy.
Pairing: Ettore x Fem!Reader (he's a bad guy, she's also a bad guy.)
Part 2 | Other Works
Summary: You're becoming his favourite person, his sweet angel of death consuming his thoughts all hours of the day. (no use of y/n)
Wordcount:1.4k
Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. MDNI!18+. DUBCON/NONCON. Mentions of Medical Procedures and a little blood. Unprotected PinV (WRAP IT UP IRL), Oral (M&F Receiving), Masturbation (M&F). Please proceed with caution.
Authors note: I'm not phlebotomist or a nurse so forgive me if any of this is slightly skewed/incorrect etc but I did do a little research first. "Angel of Death" is usually a moniker for a doctor/nurse who has killed their patients so please bare that in mind. Might end up as a mini series if it's wanted.
It was difficult for Ettore not to take notice of you from the very start. You were a quiet little thing keeping to yourself and that made him curious, how did you end up here with the likes of him? Once Dibs experiments started after they had been floating around the depths of space for long enough to do the first radiation checks his curiosity only increased.
As he sat down in the chair for his blood test he was confused that two passengers were being done at a time with only one doctor on board. You sat besides him on a stool resting a clear tray in your lap and adjusted the blue latex gloves on your hands. He studied the way you cleaned a patch on the inside of his arm with iodine and fastened a rubber tourniquet around his bicep. You produced a needle from the tray and he jerked his arm away.
“Not a fan of needles?” Your voice sounded as smooth as honey, sickly sweet.
“Nah it’s just...” He cleared his throat and chuckled “You know what you’re doing, right?”
“Relax, I was a nurse.”
Your hands felt cold under the latex as you moved his arm back allowing you to line up the needle with the clearest vein, his nose involuntarily scrunches up at the feeling of it piercing the skin. You looked at him from under your lashes offering him a small reassuring smile and placed the collection tube into the hub. Once filled you dropped it into the tray, you put a small square of gauze over the needle and removed it.
“Hold this.” You instructed and he did as you said, his fingers brushing yours holding the gauze in place. He looked to you with raised brows when you pulled a cotton swab from the tray next.
“Open.” You held it in front of his mouth and his lips quirked up before letting his mouth fall open. You brushed the insides of his cheeks with the swab and put it into another tube preventing it from getting contaminated.
He stayed sitting watching you write his name and date on the small tubes, you stood and turned your back to him to place the tray on the side and fetch him a sweet and he couldn’t help but take in how your orange scrubs hung from your hips accentuating your rear. Let me have just one bite.
“All done.” You declared handing the sweet over, he stood allowing him to tower over your smaller frame and his eyes dance over your body.
“Smashing.” He flashes you a smile and throws a final glance your way over his shoulder at the door.
A few days later as he’s cleaning he finds you back in the medical room, straddling the stool, head bent to a microscope looking at a slide scribbling notes in a book to your side. Resting one of his hands on the top of the door frame he crosses his ankles and rocks on his heels.
“What you doing?” He asks feigning interest
You let out a small gasp and jump, you hadn’t heard his approach. You go to berate him for scaring you but he doesn’t miss the pause when you take in his half clothed form, your eyes lingering where he plays with the drawstring of his scrubs. He looks to the floor when you clear your throat and redirect your eyes to your work, filling away the little flustered reaction for later.
“I’m uh, checking blood cells.” You respond rubbing your hands against your thighs
“What for?”
“Changes since the tests before we boarded, radiation exposure is renowned for causing cancer and cardiovascular disease.”
“Mm. Are there any?” He isn’t interested in anything but the way you’re looking everywhere but directly at him
“Only miniscule, we haven’t been here that long though.” You fiddle with your pen and scratch a doodle into your notes.
“You aren’t doing anything for the baby mission then?”
“You ask a lot of questions.” He could tell from the way you sighed he was starting to bother you, it was only fuelling him to keep going.
“Just curious is all.” He shrugged and pulled his hand away from the frame
“About phlebotomy?” You frowned and looked right at him
“What?” He didn’t know much about science or doctors you may have well just spoke a different language
“Blood testing...”
“Yeah, sure.” He nodded with a sly smirk and folded his arms across his chest flexing his arms, he caught the way you wet your lips at the sight.
“Right well, enjoy your duties Ettore.” He liked the way his name sounded coming out your mouth, even if you are dismissing him.
He’d been listening to the others whispering about you when you weren’t around, they debated whether you had preyed on your patients because they couldn’t fight back, if it was mercy killings, or maybe an accident. The idea of it being an accident was absurd to him, you wouldn’t of gotten a life sentence for one accidental death. What amused him was that both medical professionals on the ship who have a duty of care and are supposed to help and look after people are killers.
He notices you’re an insomniac, even with the constant hum and blue light that provides a calming atmosphere you just lay there staring up at the bunk above you. You look almost angelical in this lighting, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you, like the beautiful women in renaissance paintings he saw on a school trip as a kid.
Ettore doesn’t know if you can feel his gaze on you, he doesn’t care if you do or not he just can’t help himself. He’s always watching everyone’s movements but yours are the top of his list.
Every time he see’s you wander off to the box he makes sure to be there, leaning back against the cool metal wall, hands in his pockets fighting off the smirk that plays on his lips trying his hardest to look disinterested hearing your muffled whimpers and gasps coming from the other side of the door, just waiting for you to exit.
He likes seeing the way your hair sticks to your brow and the light sheen of sweat glistening on your chest, your thighs tremoring slightly as you walk past him. To him there was nothing better on this damned ship than how your pupils look like saucers as the sweet scent of your cunt reaches him after fucking yourself. What sinful things did you think of in there? Do you ever think of me?
He thinks of you, how your pretty skin would look littered with the marks he so desperately wants to leave behind as a sign he had you, hickeys, bite marks, bruises. How your breasts would heave beneath him with your back arching up. And as lovely as your little whimpers and gasps sound he wants more than that, he wants you moaning and crying out into his ear.
Would you put up a fight when he decides to take you? He thinks it would be a shame if you did. Be a good girl for me and I’ll take care of you. He wants to take his time with your body, biting and sucking the flesh of your thighs before dipping his tongue into your hot core, feel his fingers digging into your hips to keep you still. Would you pull his hair? Grab at his hands? Or pull and twist at your nipples as he tastes your perfect pussy.
He wonders how his cock would feel in your mouth, would you be able to take all of him? Of course you can. He imagines the way you’d look up at him from your knees as he fucks your throat, eyes watering and spit pooling at the corners of your mouth. He’d catch you trying to find friction for your throbbing wet cunt and chuckle.
He wouldn’t be able to keep you waiting long, filling you with his cock till it felt like you were going to split in two, getting the angle just right so you’d cry out with every sharp thrust. He’d keep you in place with his large hands wrapped tight around your beautiful neck watching your tits bounce with the brutal slap of his hips off yours.
“Fuck” He grunts lowly, his hot cum spilling out all over his fist.
He takes a few deep breaths collecting himself and redressing. As he strolls into the bunk room he see’s you lounging over your bed and gives you a smirk. If only you knew of all the things he wants to do to you. I’ll have you soon.
End Notes: Not proof read. This started as a little drabble so if it flows weird I'm sorry. Would we want a part 2 from readers POV? cause if we do I'm thinking of a 3 part mini series for this. You can anon if you don't want to publicly come out and say it, I understand xox
!!!!! THIS IS NOT HEADCANNON. THIS IS JUST AN OPINION OF MINE !!!!!
!!!! ALSO SPOILERS !!!!
I was thinking if HotD decided to go with the route that Daemon DID survive the fall in God's Eye. Or y'know, just basically what GRRM wrote in Fire & Blood.
Since he killed 2 of his kins (Jaehaerys and Aemond), and kinslayers are generally ostracized or disdained in both religions. I think Daemon took it upon himself that rather than be a blight to Rhaenyra's reign, if he thought she survives that is, he imposed a life in exile for himself.
Bcuzzzz are we seriously going to have Rhaenyra sentence her husband to death? Which is low-key kinslaying.
Even if she pardoned him, many will think of it as bias (being her husband and uncle). Also, she'll be on a shaky ground: her judgement and gender will be in question (that's the reason why she was usurped in the first place duhh); she also needs to rebuild the realm; placate both allies and enemies; remove any uprising etc.
Even though Rhaenyra didn't survive, I'm sure he doesn't want to tarnish his own son's reign as well.
Like hello, Aegon III is traumatized enough for the death of his mother. Are we also still going to make him sentence his own father to death (which is ALSO low-key kinslaying)?
Just a food for thought, though. Don't take this seriously, I just had too much time in my hands.lol
