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[roastedbeans2]

Feral girls, need feral fucks.

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[girlfrmforks]

THE ROUGE’S CLAIM

PRINCE!DAEMON X PROSTITUTE!READER

daemon has never been a man of restraint, and when it comes to you, his favorite girl from the street of silk, he has no intention of sharing. what begins as gold exchanged for pleasure becomes something far more dangerous: obsession, possession, and a dragon's claim that cannot be undone.

content warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), sex work, possessive daemon, breeding kink, power imbalance, dark romance, daemon being unhinged, praise and degradation

author's note: i couldn't get daemon out of my head so here we are!!! this man would burn the seven kingdoms for his girl (us 😉) and i stand by that

The hidden chamber deep within the Red Keep was stiflingly hot, the air thick with the scent of burning wax, spilled wine, and slick skin. The only sound in the room was the heavy, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh and the ragged hitch of her breath.

Daemon had her pinned face-down against his massive oak desk, scattering maps of the Stepstones to the floor. His hands were bruised from the training yard, his grip like iron on her hips as he pulled her back into his relentless thrusts.

"Do you know what the Hand suggested today?" Daemon asked, his voice completely casual, save for the slight grunt that escaped him as he buried himself to the hilt.

She could barely form a coherent thought, let alone follow royal politics. Her nails dug into the dark wood of the desk, her spine arching as a whimper tore from her throat. "D-Daemon, please—"

"He suggested," Daemon continued, leaning his chest flush against her bare back, his silver hair brushing her shoulder, "that I be sent back to the Vale. To my bronze bitch of a wife." He snapped his hips forward, a vicious, punishing thrust that made her cry out. "Otto Hightower has been whispering in my brother's ear again. Like a fucking snake."

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.

"I should take Dark Sister to his throat," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin, completely unfazed by the fact that he was currently ravaging his favorite whore on the very desk where he was supposed to be planning war. "But instead, I have to sit there. And the entire time, all I could think about was getting you in here."

His hand moved from her hip, sliding up her stomach to wrap a large, calloused hand around her throat—not tight enough to cut off her air, just enough to ground her, to force her to pay attention.

"Which brings me to my next point," he growled, the casual tone vanishing, replaced by something dark and intensely possessive. He slowed his pace, dragging out the friction until she was trembling. "You are done at the pleasure house. You don't go back to the Street of Silk. You don't serve another man, you don't even pour wine for another man."

"Daemon," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he hit that perfect spot inside her. "I need the coins…the madam—"

"I will buy the madam's entire establishment and burn it to the ground if she argues," he sneered, thrusting harder now, his control finally beginning to slip. "You stay here. In these chambers. You wear the silks I buy you, you eat the food from my table, and you spread your legs only when I walk through that door. Do you understand me?"

His thumb pressed hard against her pulse point. "Say you understand. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," she sobbed, completely wrecked by the sheer force of him. "Only yours."

"Good," he snarled, finally giving into his own ruin. He buried himself as deep as he could go, a guttural groan vibrating in his chest as he poured his seed into her, holding her tightly against him as they both came apart over the ruined maps of Westeros.

For a long time, the only sound was their heavy breathing. When Daemon finally pulled away, the sudden loss of his heat made her shiver.

She expected him to dress and leave, or perhaps toss a pouch of coin on the table as he usually did. But instead, he lifted his heavy velvet cloak from the back of a chair and draped it over her trembling shoulders, swathing her in the scent of dragon and leather.

He didn't call for a servant. He walked over to the heavy door himself, opening it just a crack to bark an order at a Kingsguard stationed down the hall.

Ten minutes later, while she was still catching her breath wrapped in his cloak, a massive silver tray was brought in. Roast quail swimming in honey and garlic, fresh bread still steaming from the ovens, sharp Dornish cheese, and a pitcher of the King's own Arbor gold.

Daemon poured a goblet and pressed it to her lips himself, waiting until she drank before setting it aside. He didn't just give her a pouch of coin this time. Instead, he reached into his tunic and pulled out a heavy purse of gold dragons, enough to buy a small estate—and dropped it onto the desk.

But it was what he did next that made her heart stop.

He stepped behind her, brushing her hair over her shoulder. She felt the cold kiss of metal against her collarbone. She looked down and saw a delicate, masterfully forged necklace of Valyrian steel resting against her bare skin, a small ruby dragon in the center.

Daemon secured the clasp at the back of her neck, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the same spot he had bruised earlier.

"The coin is to clear any debts you have left," he said quietly, his hands resting heavily on her shoulders. "But the necklace stays on. So that every lord, knight, and servant in this fucking keep knows exactly whose bed you warm."

[sl4t4niki]

the Niki smut you were wanting!!

Niki’s hands pull you off him, and you pull apart, coughing, saliva joining from your lips to his red-hot, angry tip.

“Shiiiiiiit. Suckin’ me so good, babydoll.” Before you can get word in, he slides his cock back inside your mouth, groaning. 

You moan around him, hands holding onto his thighs for leverage as he fucks your throat. You train your eyes on him, and Niki swears he almost came at the sight of your glistening eyes. 

“This is- fuck- what you deserve.” He pants out, bottoming out in your throat, humping your face. He then pulls back out completely, letting you breathe. “What do you say?”

“‘M sorry, daddy.” You pant out, kissing along his cock. “Really sorry.”

“Yeah? Want daddy to forgive you?” He asks you, swiping his thumb along your lower lip. You nod, and he groans. “Then get your pretty ass on that bed.”

The position Niki has you in is borderline nasty. Your spread on your back, one hand holding your lower thighs to your stomach as he pounds into your sweet pussy, the other rubbing your bursting clit. Your throat is sore, not only from taking him, but from the breathless moans that rio from you. 

“Ngh! Thank you!” You moan out breathlessly. “S-so good!” 

“F-feels good, huh?” Niki grunts out, hair clinging to his forehead, his chain glistening in the light of your bedroom. Your bodies shine with sweat, evidence to prove you’ve been at this for hours. “Love it when daddy- hah- fucks you so good, don’t you?” 

You can’t even respond, resorted to a mush of sweet compliance, exactly how Niki wants you. Your pussy tightens around him as if it has a mind of its own.

Niki’s hand slides away from your clit, his fingers coming to your lips. You part them like it’s nothing, and he sticks them in. You lick yourself off them, and he presses down on your tongue, and you lips widen, and you both watch, Niki’s hips slowing to a deep grind, as fat glob of spit drips straight into your mouth, the noise wet. 

“Su- such a good girl, huh? Jus’ for me, isn’t that right?” Niki returns to fucking you hard, and he wraps your legs around his waist while he lowers himself, resting on his elbows so his face is close to yours. 

“Jus’ for you.” You nod, your cunt twitching as the new angle allows Niki’s cock to reach deeper levels of your pussy. His tip gently bumps that sweet spot, pulling you even closer. 

And the man Niki is, of course he notices. “You just got soooooo tight, baby.” He moans out. “Gonna cum for me?” 

You nod quickly. “Yesyesyesyesyes!” 

“Cum with me then. Gonna fill this pussy so you’ll feel me for days.” Niki then lifts your legs over his shoulders, sitting up slightly as he plows his hard cock inside. 

“Shitshitshitshitshit! Gonna cum baby-!” You go first, like always. Your eyes roll when you feel yourself exploding between your legs. Loud continuous moans echo in your bedroom as you twitch beneath him. 

Niki follows soon after, and he thrusts one more time before pressing himself as deep as he’ll go, loud pornographic moans and groans mixed together as he spills himself inside. 

I genuinely have not written in so long so I’m sorry if this is bad!!

OMGGGGGGGG I think i just nutted. This is soo good thank youuu 😩💋

[magicmushrooms2323]

i just want to be fucked 😪

[elpasodopewhore]

Just a used up druggie whore

I say this on every blog I make but so like I love ddlg and ageplay, I love being innocent and little. However, I also fucking loveeeee thinking about how many guys I've fucked and all the things I've done and like just thinking I'm so... Used up. Some days I wish I could go back to when I was innocent and hadn't done much so I could be corrupted all over again, but thinking how many times men have used my body, how many times I've let a man enter me (and a few times where I didn't let them, they forced themselves in me), how used and used up I am. How dirty I am. How easy I am. How slutty I am. How I'm a literal whore. Like there's something just so hot about that. Idk why, especially since I like being innocent and wanna be re-corrupted. But my body count being at least around 400 if not 450 and it's growing every week... Fuck 😅

[monobonosblog]

My hair is teaaa but on the other hand my body needs working on. 🫩

[littleelley]

Best position🤗🤗

[roastedbeans2]

Feral isn't a mood. It's a setting she lives on.