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Warning: OOC character (tendencies of,)
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Aemond:
He was distracted. A feat in itself because Aemond rarely let weakness show around the public. Especially during combat training. But he was, and everybody could see it. The way his gaze would scale the rock wall of the courtyard in search of something -no- someone, and the scowl on his face every time he found it, them.
You.
Smiling, shining you, talking to somebody he cared not to learn about, completely oblivious to the work he was doing to show you just how perfect a mate he could be. How fierce he could project and defend you. No. Instead you were being polite (he knew how to read your smiles by now) to someone who clearly didn’t get the message. Or was foolish enough to think they could take you away from him.
Aemond knew you would never betray him in such a way. Either because your affection for him was true (he still wasn’t wholly sold on that one) or because you could only gain from your relations with him, tarnishing your name would not be a good thing for you, or your family. No, Aemond was not scared of your betrayal so much as he angered against the person stealing your attention away from him.
A growl pushed passed his lips, teeth elongating to become fangs. He could feel his usual control over the shift to Vaghar’s for slipping away from him, letting dark scales creep up the skin of his neck and slowly covering his lower jaw.
How would the taste of this person’s blood on his tongue would be sweet, he could only imagine. The sword in his hands started to sizzled under his grip. Aemond would toy wit them, before ending it. Make them know how the extend of his wrath for taking something that wasn’t theirs. Taking something of his away from him.
“Prince Aemond?”
Ser Criston’s voice took the prince from his dark thoughts, bringing him back to the reality, standing once more in the courtyard, a now bent sword between his hands.
“From the start.” The one-eyed prince requested, placing himself in a offensive stance. He could always terrorize the stealer of his Quelos’ attention later.
Jacaerys:
“Jewel…” He whined into your neck for the second time in five minutes, his arms wrapped around your middle, like a youngling to it’s mother. Behind him, his tail was slithering around, only sign of his profound annoyance toward the current situation.
“A moment.” You pleaded quietly, once again, as his younger half-sibling showed you yet another of their (quite boring) toys. Jace swallowed another whine.
His day, the only one as of yet where he could get out of his duties and studies early, had not ended as he wanted it. You had spent your free time entertaining his younger siblings, and showed no regret in making him wait. Not that he had much planned, anyway. But he wanted to feel your arms around him, your lips against his, your body close to his. Alone.
“Jewel, the nursemaid can take over…” He pleaded softly again, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck in an attempt to encourage you to follow him.
‘The hatchlings should be removed.’ Came the angry snarl of Vermax in Jace’s mind. The warmth of envy was coming to a slight simmer inside of his chest, as he pushed Vermax’s thoughts away. There was no (logical) competition between Jace and his younger siblings. They didn’t know better than to want your attention. And he couldn’t blame them for it. Logically. But Vermax did not usually take logic into consideration when it concerned his mate, only instincts were considered for that matter.
Behind him, his tail had taken a mind of it’s own, going from right to left and curling in between the movements. Jacaerys felt you lean against his chest more and realised that the growl he thought controlling, was actually escaping quietly from his throat.
“Five more minutes.” You pleaded, your eyes looking into his with a shine that Jace could not resist, accepting defeat, he leaned his chin against your shoulder once more, finding contempt in having you in his arms.
At least for five more minutes.
Laenor:
Laenor prided himself at his lack of jealousy.
That’s what he told himself, anyway. But the truth was that he had no control, whatsoever on Seasmoke’s control of their emotions. So, Laenor himself was quite mellow when it came to you and other people, but Seasmoke was a creature of greed. And Laenor was not in the habits to share, either.
He had explicit confidence in you and your loyalty to him. Never would you act against him and his emotions, breaking truth and heart in the same beat. He would’ve never left his mark on you otherwise. But the fact that his political marriage had swept your existence has his partner to non-existent led people to believe that you were open to claims. And that, to Seasmoke, was unacceptable.
And so you found yourselves in a position such as this; one of his hands wrapped around your neck, keeping you still whilst he let himself plunged into your warmth. His other hand mapping your body as if he were an explorator surveilling new territory. His teeth grazes the the skin his hand didn’t cover, coloring it with purple bruises that you would have difficulties hiding.
“Not to high!” You panted, fingers tugging at his hair, trying to pull him away, bring his attention somewhere else for even a second. “People will see-” A gasp interrupted your sentence as Laenor bucked deeper into you, finding the spot that usually made you loose your mind.
“I don’t care.” He growled in response, leaving your neck to devour your lips now. Maybe they’ll learn to to undress you with their eyes if they see the marks I leave on you.” His tone was smug.
No, Laenor was not jealous. But he made no effort to correct Seasmoke thinking when you were concerned.
Warning: ‼️ No graphic description but hints of NSFW. Maybe OOC... I don't really care tho.
Note: This is about Daemon and Laenor. And it's short and spicysweet.
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Daemon reacting to Bedroom-eyes :
Catching the dark, heavy gaze you held on him, Daemon could only smirk, before lowering his head, hiding his reaction further. He knows the effect he has on you. The way his words fending the air, cutting tensions (or creating them) tended to crawl under your skin and make you boil for him. Daemon is a patient man, when it benefits him. And if Caraxes would prefer to pounce immediately on you, craving the taste of your skin just as you seem hungry for them, Daemon reels the dragon in.
‘Just for a moment longer. We have visitors.’ He barter with the godlike part of his soul that only wish to please you, please itself. And Daemon as to push away thought of your naked body, sprawled on his bed, wetting his sheets with your spoils, moaning his name so prettily.
The exiled prince would let his gaze, or is it Caraxes’ now, gaze rake your body. Words (he couldn’t care less about his visitors anymore) leaving his lips, but Daemon takes the time to lick his lower lip before his eyes leave you. He doesn’t miss the way your knees jolt, or how your back straightens. He doesn’t miss the spike of arousal that whiffs off of you, overpowering the salty tang of sweat that lingers in the room full of consultants and leaders of whatever delegation he was supposed to host. Fighting Caraxes became a struggle he gladly accepted, pushing down the burning need to grab you, pressing against your back.
Daemon likes to make his wait worth it.
Laenor Reacting to Bedroom-eyes :
Laenor has a lot of self control. Seeing you look at him with the same gleam you usually reserved for the bedroom, appreciating his form up and down, eyelids half-closed in the process. Laenor has to fight all of his logic, all of his instincts so to not undress you right there and now, fighting against Seasmoke so to not press his teeth against the tattoo of it on your skin. The need to let you have your way with him, just to see how you would play it out.
Laenor knows that duty comes before pleasure, and unfortunately, you are pleasure. That doesn't mean he won’t do anything more to keep that gaze of yours on him for as long as possible. Might even teasingly look at you, a knowing smirk on his face as he open his wings to stretch them. Show of confidence. Laenor, however is not patient, he simply knows to wait. His whole concentration is now clouded by images of you and him, in the throws of passion, the sounds the both of you make, how your body feels against his and how beautiful you look with a dazed look and red and puffy, over-kissed lips.
“Later, I will do anything you wish me to.” He promises silently, looking at you without breaking the eye contact, trying to silently convey his thoughts before duties obliges him to some other activity for the meantime. Laenor is nothing if not resourceful, he will find a way to give you what you crave, even more so if you’re craving him.
Okay, so… I’ve learned today that some octopus (Day Octopuses?) have to touch each other to know what they feel/want to do/ their intentions. And I just kind of thought about Dragon Hybrid!Laenor, who definitely took more from his father’s family magic (whatever magic there is anyway), and as a more complexe way to be a dragon hybrid than others.
Like, Laenor that just has to touch you to confirm what you’re telling him is the truth. Hands on the small of your back or holding on to your arm, or even resting upon your shoulders.
Laenor that can see and hear you crying, but will have to slide a fingers down your cheek to grasp just how deeply hurt you are.
Laenor that simply has to reach out and grasp at your hands when you fight, because he wants to be able not to fight anymore.
Just, Laenor that has a way to filter emotions better with touch, because human emotions are hard to decipher.
