Daybreak and something with HotD's Aegon for a prompt, please? 😊
I wrote this and thought 'Bold of you to think he remembers people's names' but you know what, I'm sticking with this.
NSFW under the cut. It's Aegon, okay? But everyone consented here.
TW for sex work, swearing and drunken behavior.
Mornings vexed him.
Oh, it wasn't enough that the night was over and the fun was gone and the cheering crowds had left for home and the drink was coming back to make its presence known, but the sun! The Seven save him from the godsforsaken sun. Blinding and lashing him, reminding him of places he needed to be and responsibilities he needed to avoid. Daytime was for princes and kings, and Aegon heartily wished that he were neither.
If one day he could put on his father's crown and all the badges and titles and powers that went with it, the only thing he'd order was for the sun to go away. And then he'd take off that damn crown and go right back to sleep.
Aegon turned over in bed and groaned into his pillow, pulling the blanket over his head, trying to blot out the light from the window. I am a dragon, and I love the dark.
Wasn't that what dragons were, really? Creatures of canyon and crag, secret and hidden and prowling, seen by no one and left to do what they pleased. That was what he wanted, really - to be left alone.
He turned over and realized there was another person in the room. Fuck, where was he last night? His eyes tried to adjust to the sunlight, following her blearily around the room as she tidied away this and that, a cup here and a shirt there.
Mya! This was Jotho's, then - one of the rooms upstairs. Pretty enough, with hair that pretended it was gold, sometimes, in the right light, and a pair of tits he liked well enough, and an arse he adored. He had half a dozen whores, all over Flea Bottom, young and old and in between, but Jotho Whyte's had the fights, and the wine, and Mya.
Mya, who wasn't anything like his sister, who saw what was in front of her and took the world as it appeared. Mya who was too wise by half to get fat with child by any man, let alone him. Mya, who let him touch her, like it was something she wanted - who laughed at his jokes and fondled his cock and fucked him even when the drink got a little too much, groaning and smiling like she was pleased to be with him.
Mya, who in the morning was always first out of bed, her hand spread expectantly for his gold. No matter what she said in the dark, it always came back to that. "Will his lordship be wanting to break his fast here?"
Aegon screwed his face into the pillow and tried to ignore the pounding in his head. Nighttime is for liars and cheats - at daybreak there's only the truth.
I like liars. The truth is more than I want to bear.
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if anyone's interested, Mya also got a name drop in Stand Your Ground, which you can read here.
Hahahaha YES! As your chief enabler, I just gotta ask... 🔥 + edge + Hvitserk, please? 💕
This one may have killed me...
He loved seeing her like this.
Thin sheen of sweat coating her body, a few stray hairs sticking to her forehead, all her muscles pulled taut like a bowstring, her mouth open in a soundless cry, eyes screwed tightly shut before she collapsed back onto the bed. He watches her chest rise and fall fast as she tries to catch her breath.
“You okay there, sexy?”
Hvitserk removes his hand from between her legs and runs it up to her chest so he can cup one of her breasts, trying to keep his movements lazy and almost bored even when he was anything but.
“No.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.” She swatted at his hand lazily, unable to put any force behind it. “You bastard.”
“Now that’s just not nice.” He worked her thighs open and licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. “I’m trying to make you feel good and this is how you repay me?”
“Maybe if you’d actually make me come…”
“Maybe I will now?”
“Fuck off.” She tried to push his head away, but when he took her clit between his lips and started sucking on it, she twisted her fingers in the strands of his hair. “Hv-Hvitserk… p-please…”
He could feel the muscles in her thighs tremble, mere seconds away from clamping them down on his head, an early indicator to tell him that she was almost there.
But there was nothing more fun than another round of oral sex that he had no intention of finishing however.
Her hands tried their best to push him back down, anything to keep him there, but her muscles might as well have been made from jello and they lost their grip when he pulled away. She let out a helpless cry to let him know how frustrated she was getting with this dumb game that he was so intent on playing.
“I hate you,” she breathed out, covering her face with her arms. Her chest was heaving, her heart probably beating so fast that it might burst from her ribcage any second now. “You complete dick.”
“Aw, come on, baby,” he cooed at her. “You’re the one that said that you could do this.”
“That was only because-“ She cut herself off halfway through, with no desire to finish her sentence. “Fuck. Forget it.”
“You thought I wouldn’t be able to do it, right?” When he started laughing, she tried to nudge him out of the way with her leg, but he just pinned it down against the mattress until she stopped squirming. “That I’d grow tired of this and shove my dick into you halfway through.”
“Y-yeah.” Her voice wavered, her mind no doubt imagining him doing exactly what he just mentioned. “I n-need you.” She started whining, seeming to have decided on another way to tackle this problem that she was currently faced with. “Need you so b-bad.”
“That so?”
“Yeah, Hvitty. I need to feel you inside of me.” She moved her hands to her chest and started playing with her tits in a way that usually drove him wild. All she had to do was squeeze herself when he was looking and he’d have his hands underneath her shirt seconds later. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
It didn’t take him long until he was on top of her, pinning her hands down over her head and with his lips on hers. He still had his boxers on, his saving grace in this instance, and he started grinding his erection against her dripping wet core until she was crying out into his mouth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass hard in an effort to get him to break down and just fuck her already. Her breathing was starting to change, growing more laboured. She was so close to the edge that she only needed a little bit more friction to plummet down into the depths below.
“No, no, no…” When he pulled away again, she fought to get her hands free from his grip, but she barely put up much of a fight since she was far too exhausted. He slid down her body low enough so that she wouldn’t be able to tempt him into actually following through. “You’re a complete and utter asshole, Lothbrok.”
“You know, you have no self-control. You should work on that.”
“Oh, fuck off.” There was one more attempt to get her hands free, but he wasn’t letting her. When he flashed her a quick and easy smile, she stuck her tongue out in retaliation. “How many times is that anyway?”
“Dunno.” He started running his free hand up the inside of her thigh, holding his hand still when his thumb reached the apex of her thighs. Her hips started tilting up now that he was this close to her pussy again. “I stopped counting at eight and that was a while back.”
“P-please.” Hvitserk nodded and she mewled when his fingers grazed her swollen clit. All that he did was run his finger up and down her slit once and then he moved his hand up to grip her hip. “I’ll smother you in your sleep.”
“By sitting on my face?” He couldn’t help but sound mildly excited by that prospect. If he had to go, why not go while he was doing what he loved? “How much longer before you get really desperate?”
“I’m already desperate, you dick.”
“You do know that I’m only doing this because you suggested it, right?”
“You’ve been telling me that for the last hour,” she bit back. He frowned when she said that. He hadn’t exactly been keeping track of the time, but surely they hadn’t been going that long. Her desperation must have been playing tricks on her. That had to be it. “I never thought you’d be able to hold out on me for this long.”
“I can do anything when I put my mind to it,” he said with a smile. She looked completely furious that he was able to conjure up such an easygoing smile, that he even had this much willpower to begin with, but her face softened considerably when he reached up to gingerly pluck at her nipple. “Now. Where were we?”
TODAY the lovely @captainkilly aka @underragingwaves has completed another trip around the sun. True to tradition, here is a birthday gift for my fandom friend of some terrible manips.
Last year I plonked Band of Brothers faces onto fav characters from Black Sails. This past year, I know you've been big into the Vikings fandom, and treating them to awesome fics, beautiful gifs and recolouring each episode one frame at a time, so this year you get VIKINGS.
BUT it wouldn't be Terrible Birthday Manips without a mashup, so here you have some of the crew as WW2 era pilots. Let's face it, if we stuck all these characters on a submarine together, it would implode, so SHIPS IN THE SKY FOR YOU.
Thank you for being a wonderful human and an awesome fandom friend.