That Feixiao Post

That feixiao post…

Feixiao growling in your ear as she works her knot in, her grip tightening, pulling you closer. Tighter.

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cw. omegaverse

the first time you take her knot is certainly a challenge. she’s just so… thick, forcing hiccuping whines from your lips every time she bumps it against your lower lips. feixiao huffs and grunts above you, large hands intermittently squeezing at your soft waist. your own are digging into her back, clawing into her tattoo in a way that has shivers running up and down her spine. she kisses the corner of your mouth, lightly nipping to refocus your scattered attention, halfway-drunk on pheromones and her scent. it settles thick in the air around you, lining the insides of your lungs and only adding fuel to the flames of your desire.

“relax, little vixen,” feixiao breathes, her lips shifting lower to press kisses along your jaw. her teeth scrape down the sensitive flesh of your neck, lithe tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat on your skin, right over your pulse point. you shiver and whine, a sound so intrinsically omega that it has her jerking her hips a little more forcefully in response, her knot pushing against your tight entrance.

“b-big, ‘s too big,” you whimper, and feixiao growls deep in her throat before sinking her teeth into the slope of your neck, just above where it meets your shoulder. almost a mating bite. it has the desired response from you, as you keen out her name in a lovely cry, arching off the bed and into her muscular frame. she feels your inner walls relax ever so briefly, and with a grunt, presses forward.

you stretch beautifully around her knot, blind instinct driving you forward to lean up and bite down into her shoulder. she hisses and tightens her grip on you, hands sliding down from your waist and lower to your hips, before stopping at the curve of your ass into your thigh. she hoists your legs up, spreading them further for her, opening you, and pushes more of her knot inside you as you writhe beneath her. babbles of her name spill from your pretty, kiss-swollen lips, and feixiao pants as she feels your cunt clench around her length that she’s already stuffed inside you.

“jus’ a little more, vixen,” she coos, strained from the effort of holding herself back. tears like raindrops line your eyes and cling to your lashes in thick clumps, and a soothing, rumbling purr spills from her throat at the sight. “almost there, sweet girl, almost there—“she can feel your wetness drip out of your drooling cunt, smearing the last few milimeters of her knot in slick. she kisses you one last time before pulling you towards her as she moves forward, and her knot slips inside you with a slick pop.

the result is instantaneous. your eyes roll all the way back into your head as you scream her name, loud enough that she’s sure her neighbors heard. squirt sprays from your cunt as you seize around her, squeezing so tightly around her cock like you need it to survive. feixiao’s breath turns ragged as she holds herself back from cumming inside you immediately like some kit whose balls just dropped, but it takes so much effort that her hands that have left your legs to grip the sheets rip the fine silk fabric. her knot swells impossibly larger, locking her inside you.

when some semblance of thought returns to you, you find yourself staring up into her teal eyes, dark with desire. feixiao’s long hair forms a curtain around her face as she looks down at you. one hand drags over the bulge she forms in your tummy and you moan at the touch, thighs twitching around her waist. your moan turns into a cry as she presses down with the flat of her palm, as if trying to feel her dick inside you. she groans at the sight and the sound of you, before gripping the flesh of your thighs and snapping her hips forward. the fat tip of her cock smushes against the spongy bunch of nerves inside you and you claw your nails down her back in return.

feixiao grins at that, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

⌗︙・yuki finger fucking you ⸜⸜・

not many of you talk about how hot yuki is. just imagine her fucking you with her fingers only because she forget her strap.

"im so sorry, love." she apologizes, kissing you softly on the lips. you moan right into her mouth and she uses it to put her tongue right in your mouth.

her fingers explore your insides, massaging your gummy walls. the tips abuse your sweet spot with every thrust. yuki uses her hips when she finger fucks too, using them as her own cock. she's big and beefy and it looks hot when she does that. it's rare for her to forget her strap and use her fingers on you, but when it happens, she makes sure to make a complete mess out of you.

"open your mouth." she orders, her finger patting your lip. she places two fingers on your tongue before showing them further. she fucks your mouth with her one hand while the other abuses you from the inside. you don't look too fucked out for her liking but she's gonna let you cum. after all, you're gonna be home in few days where she can use her strap on her.

How does alpha!Feixiao act when her omega is in heat?

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oh good heavens… the moment feixiao steps into the house and is bombarded with your heat-scent, thick and cloying as molasses, she’s instantly fishing her phone out of her pocket to fire off a quick text to her retainers, saying she’ll be indisposed for the next two or three days. after that, she’s beelining to your bedroom, nearly panting as the scent of your pure need coats the inside of her throat and lungs with each breath. aeons, she isn’t even in the room yet and her cock is already straining against her shorts.

she’d be a little embarassed, if you weren’t the exact same when she nearly kicks down the bedroom door. feixiao’s fangs ache when she sees you, curled up in bed, bare as the day you were born with only a spare coat of hers clutched tightly in your hand. the other is buried between your legs where your thighs are painted with your own slick, glossy against your skin as it drips onto the sheets. a ruddy flush has settled almost permanently on your body, from your neck down to your chest. you whine as she steps closer, no doubt smelling her own scent now hot and heavy with her own need. you release her spare coat in favor of grabbing directly at her, fingers winding in the fabric of her qipao as you tug her down, desperate babbles spilling from your lips nearly bitten raw.

please, you whisper, hoarse and needy, please, fei, need you, please it hurts, hurts so bad—

she shushes you with a soft coo then catches your lips in a gentle kiss. she draws the hand buried between your thighs that had been hopelessly drawing circles on your stiff clit, and laces her fingers with it. your slick is warm on her already heated skin. it webs between her fingers like threads of glossy silk, smearing over her palm until it’s shiny. aeons, she needs to be inside you, feel it coating her cock instead—

—but she restrains herself, swallows thickly, and uses her other hand to replace your own. you throw your head back, exposing the damp column of your neck as a breathy moan escapes you. your lashes flutter, wetting your already tear-streaked cheeks with fresh tears. you’re tight around her fingers, just the two she has up to the knuckle inside you. her fingertips massage your inner walls, their movement creating obscenely wet noises that echo around the room and reverberate in her ears. feixiao kisses the corner of your mouth as you arch your back and cum with a sob of pure relief, your free hand clawing into her broad back. she makes you cum once more, then again, before switching out her fingers for her mouth.

she eats you—or rather, drinks you like she needs you to survive. her tongue laps at your soaked labia, shivering as the taste of you blooms on her tastebuds. she sucks on the soft flesh, lips smacking before using her tongue to part them. she kitten licks at the tender, blush-pink skin, soft under her ministrations. her chin is smeared with gossamer slick. her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, marking them with delicate crescents. she groans right into your cunt as your fingers tangle in her long, platinum hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp by the base of her ears. and she moans when she plunges her tongue into your willing and wanting entrance, more of your taste spilling into her willing and wanting mouth. she noses against your pussy, inhaling the scent of you as you cream so prettily. the cloying sweetness coats her throat and lines the walls of her lungs as she breathes in, diffusing into her bloodstream and setting her veins on fire with need. she tongue-fucks you almost ruthlessly until you’re squirting all over her face, utterly brain-dead and messy with your orgasm, and even then—even then she isn’t done. her hands trail down the softness of your thighs to the curve of your ass, then she’s lifting; up and up and into her greedy mouth. she throws your knees over her shoulders, vaguely aware of the way your legs kick out. her cock—still clothed—presses against the small of your back in this position. she doubles her efforts this time around, alternating between sucking on the painfully hard nub of your clit and fucking her tongue deep into your slick hole. she bobs her head almost as if she’s blowing you, making a complete and utter mess but neither of you are in any real headspace to care. you cum again, predictably, with a howl of her name, heels digging into her back and pulling her impossibly closer still.

it’s only then, once she’s satiated her hunger for your taste, does she finally give you her cock. she slips in with no resistance at all, your entrance needily sucking her in. her body molds against yours as she takes you flat on your back, your legs rising to lock your ankles around her lower back. it’s a little basic, but feixiao prefers to take you this way for the first few hours after your heat begins, when the haze in your brain is the thickest. like this, she can kiss you whenever she wants, and watch the way your expressions blossom in ones of pure pleasure and relief—pleasure and relief that she gives you. she is less harsh with her cock, fucking you slowly but deeply, ensuring you feel every ridge and vein against your fluttering walls. her teeth worry the mating bite on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the skin there as if trying to taste the scent that bleeds from it. her hips meet yours with a wet smack with each languid drive.

you whimper and whine into her ear—feels good, ‘s good, don’t stop, don’t stop—and she rumbles low in her throat in response. you feel like velvet around her, so warm and tight that feixiao might never want to leave. the way you squeeze her has her groaning into your sweat-slicked shoulder, her breathing turning into ragged pants. she can feel the base of her cock swell; her knot forming rapidly as her balls tighten. and you must feel it too, the way she twitches inside you, because you lift your arms to wrap around her back, tugging her down into your chest, close enough as if you want to feel her heartbeat against yours. your hands cradle the back of her head as you kiss her, sweet as honey, breathing your need into her mouth. she swallows greedily, desperately, letting it settle low in her gut and making her buck her hips a little harsher.

knot me, please— please, feixiao, alpha, please—

and for all her strength as arbiter-general, chosen of lan, hunter of hunters, and merlin’s claw, she is nowhere strong enough to ever deny anything you ask of her. she bites down on your shoulder, fangs breaking skin, and pushes her knot into you with a slick pop. there’s no stopping it, then. she swells inside you, locking wholly and truly within you, and cums until she feels dizzy. her hips stutter and jerk, as best as they can with how her knot keeps her in place, and she fucks her seed deeper into you. you keen in response, clenching down around her, milking her dry as she fills you up with each stroke. a frothy ring of white forms around her base, and she feels another spurt of cum shoot from her tip at the sight. your heat starts to soothe as her cum paints your walls, the raging, angry fire dimming down into a gentle warmth emanating from your abdomen.

you hold her close in the afterglow, both of you lightheaded with oxytocin. feixiao rests on top of you, and you purr softly at the feeling of your alpha against you, the lines of your bodies molding into one. and in a few hours, she’ll take you again, and again, and again until your heat fizzles out and all that’s left is tenderness and soft whispers of affection.

hiii!!! is it okay if i request angell nsfw or sfw head canons if thats okay with you!!

The Housewife Way

જ⁀➴ Hello Nonnie! Seems like people really took a liking to Angell after the event happened lmao (๑>؂•̀๑) I had fun writing this, especially because I finally get an excuse to make a housewife reader its so cute AAAA. Enjoy! ⟢

જ⁀➴ Warning ! … This contains both NSFW and SFW content.

It took some time for her to fully open up to you, not necessarily because she didn’t trust you but more because she wasn’t sure how to be open. She is used to being alone, interacting isn’t something she is used to, especially when expressing her emotions or sometimes thoughts.

As months passed, she felt different around you. She was more comfortable around you and every day she would try her best to come back home as soon as possible just to see you again.

Her dreams have now become just about you. In every dream, her most peaceful ones, you are always there.

If she manages to find something she thinks you’ll like during her mission; she will definitely bring it home and gift it to you, just to see your eyes light up and lips curl into a smile.

Slowly things change in the relationship. She becomes more affectionate and a bit more talkative.

However it will also take time for Angell to understand her own feelings. She has never felt such emotions, at first she thought she was sick until she came to a conclusion that what she was feeling was love. Her confession was awkward, she didn’t exactly know what to say so she just told you how she has been feeling the past few weeks.

Oh the face she made when you told her you feel the same way, her eyes lit up like a kid it was adorable.

She loves sneaking hugs behind your back as you cook or wash the dishes, she stays there for a good while just observing you.

Gifts from her are more expected, as well as many calls from her if her mission is a bit long. She wants to make sure you are home safe and that no one is trying to getting inside.

Compliments your food a lot, she loves coming home to the smell of homemade food.

Cuddle with her PLEASE, she enjoys it, it brings comfort to her. Most times she is the big spoon, but on bad days she doesn’t mind being the little spoon.

Talking about bad days, it is easy to catch up when she is upset, sometimes it can be that the missions have tired her; but the best way to make her feel better is by helping her relax first to ease her mind, then ask about her day.

Shares her makeup products with you, she can help you do your makeup and you can help her with hers <3

Angell will definitely let you do her hair, she likes the feeling of you brushing it, occasionally she will let you do a different hairstyle on her (I feel like a ponytail would look great AAA, maybe a messy bun?).

Cuddle with her on the sofa while listening to music as you watch her pet fishes swim.

I feel like stroking her hair will make her sleep faster, sometimes she will stare at you if you automatically stop— as a silent ‘please keep going’.

Usually hides her wounds from you, or just says it’s nothing and it will heal quickly. Yet she cannot deny the way her heart melts when you start to treat her cuts and wounds, it shows how much you truly care and worry about her.

Got you two matching pijamas! She thought the idea was cute and that you would like it, she has seen couples do that after all.

Whenever she can she will bring already made food from a restaurant or something, just so you can relax a bit from cooking.

Takes you to simple dates, she prefers ones at night, if not, movie nights at home it is! You two can bake together too, teach her some skills and all.

That leaded to horrible disasters by the way… she cuts stuff with her dagger, she grabs spoons like a toddler would grab a crayon and drop any mixture everywhere.

Just be patient with her.. please </3

She is into bondage, see those handcuffs? They are for YOU.

She likes using toys, she has bought a few she would like to try on you, but when the moment comes she can’t find them… She knows it’s somewhere in her closet but it is pilled up with clothes and other stuff so good luck searching.

Shower sex. There are times she comes home from a mission covered in blood, so she suggests showering with you.

This leads to.. a heated up make out, she simply can’t resist you. So before you can think, you already find yourself pinned against the tiled wall by Angell.

Like she will literally eat you out in the shower.

She enjoys riding your face, she is gentle though, grinding gently and a bit slow, but she will pick up the pace once she is close to cumming.

Her moans are sweet and a bit quiet, mostly comes out as sighs of pleasure and small noises. She isn’t really the loud type.

With her strap though? OH SHE IS A MONSTER. She will fuck fast and make sure to hit the right spots.

Places a hand on your mouth or gags you, telling you to quiet down but how can you when she literally fucks you so good?

Other times she appreciates more gentle sex. Slow, passionate, and enjoyable. She loves seeing your face turn into one of pure pleasure, and hearing your sweet moans gets her even more heated.

She will also do it on the couch, you sitting on her lap grinding on it while she desperately kisses and marks you as hers. She will whispers ‘I love you’s ’ and ‘ you’re doing so good, keep going ’.

You know what? Why not fuck you from behind while you are washing dishes too. She will bend you over and use her strap on you, her fingers, or will kneel down and eat you out.

There was this one time she ate you out on top of the dining table, saying how you are the dessert.

Aftercare is very important. She makes sure you are okay and if she hurt you in any way. She will help you clean up and brings you water or snakes if you want. Later, she will cuddle with you in bed; quietly telling you praises and giving you kisses until you two fall asleep.

widow

pairing: helaena targaryen x maid!reader

synopsis: helaena yearns for more insects to cradle, and you are all too willing to add to her collection.

includes: pre-b&c helaena but post aegon’s coronation, just cute lil crushes, fluff

wc: 1232

a/n: hiiii!! i wrote this for a twitter oomf so if u see this i hope u like it <3 this might be a bit ooc bc this is my first time writing for her but i tried lmao

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Perhaps it was a bit stupid for you to be so afraid of insects while you worked in such a large castle, but the thought of little spiders crawling around frightened you nonetheless. The Red Keep was a monstrous thing, with halls seemingly never ending and chambers large enough to house an entire family. It was only natural for such little creatures to infest it.

You’d never understood why Helaena was so fond of them. Out of all of the royal family, she was the one you were closest to. Many of the other maids you worked with whispered of what a strange woman the Queen was, with her peculiar mumblings and odd tastes, but she was the sweetest woman you’d ever met.

A Targaryen dragonrider, she was, the mother of the heir to the Iron Throne and King Aegon’s only daughter, but she was so gentle. You suppose it was only logical you’d developed a crush alike to a green boy’s on her. Helaena had always had an aversion to touch, but you were the only one she allowed to braid her hair, and sometimes her fingers would trace indecipherable shapes on the back of your hand. You wondered what they meant.

“I’d like for more little bugs,” she tells you one day while you braid her hair. Wavy and soft, it was, befitting one of her station. “They are my only company when the children are at their lessons. I enjoy hearing their whispers.” You fight the urge to raise a brow at that, knowing Helaena’s wisdom often presented itself in riddles.

She sat on a velvet-cushioned chair in front of her vanity, adorning a blue dress matching Dreamfyre’s scales and a silver-chained necklace. Nimble fingers play with her wedding ring as you finish up, and it’s clear she’s making an effort to sit up straight. She’d never had good posture, but she’d try for you.

You place your hands on her shoulders as you bend to the level of her ear. The feel of them is purposely light and feathery, meant to make it easy for her to brush them off if she so desires. “Mayhaps you might ask your lord husband for more,” You say, your tone tender as always.

“He does not take interest in what I do.” Her words are simple and to the point. That was always how she spoke of Aegon. Then, she turns to face you, a small smile fixed on her face. The way the light from the window illuminates her face makes her resemble an angel.

She places her hand on top of where yours rests on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Thank you,” she says sincerely, then smooths out the wrinkles of her periwinkle gown and stands. You find yourself getting lost in the deep blue of her eyes, ever so alluring.

Only a moment later, you snap out of it, bowing your head to her and leaving the room with haste. It was improper for a person of your standing to carry such intimate affections for a royal woman, nevermind the fact that you were one yourself. Yet, you could not force yourself to ignore the thought that had come to you — to get Helaena more of her little bugs.

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Your attempts to suppress your fears do not work. You find yourself asking yourself why you’re even putting yourself through this much trouble for just a few bugs, but you shrug it off and keep going.

You barely even recognize the hall you’re in, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been here. You grip your scarlet skirts closer to you with one hand and grasp the candle tightly in the other, letting out a shaky sigh that echoes through the corridor.

You’re here with one goal in mind: get Helaena her silly spider, then run to her chambers so you never have to hold it again. To touch such a wretched thing will disgust you, no doubt, but it is worth it if it is for her. Thoughts of its impropriety are repressed yet again when you bend down to get a look at the stone floor.

It’s repulsive. What seems like thousands of thick cobwebs cover the parts of the stone by the wall, waiting to be stepped on by a group of nobles on the morrow. How do they come so fast? You do not wish to know the answer.

Swallowing down a dramatic shudder, you extend your hand, palm up, in search of an insect you think Helaena will take a liking to. You’re careful with the torch you hold, tilting it down to get a closer look at the sight before you.

There’s a little army of them, it seems, though they’re all spread out. A black widow catches your eye almost immediately, and it almost looks like its beady eyes are staring right through you. Like there’s someone behind you.

You whip your head around, but there’s no one there. “Come on, sweet thing,” You whisper, but it’s mostly to yourself rather than to the little recluse you grab speedily. You cannot fight the yelp that escapes from your throat when you feel its legs poking around in the gaps between your closed fingers.

You practically run up the steps towards where the royal chambers are after that, ignoring the piercing stares you receive from the other maids, the guards, and the noblemen alike. Fuck them, you think, ignoring the fact you’re going to repent at the Sept later for utilizing such a foul word, this is for the Queen.

Quite rudely, you realize later, you burst through the doors of Helaena’s chambers and feel a wave of guilt when you see how she startles at the noise of it. She’d always been sensitive to loud interruptions.

“Your grace,” you squeak, almost wincing at the tone of your voice. Helaena sets her embroidery hoop aside, and you can’t help but notice how similar the spider in it looks to the one in your palm. Wide eyes study you as you move to sit on the floor beside her. It’s far more clean than the hallway.

Gentle hands reach for yours. “What’s the matter?” She asks, always so empathetic, and her lips part in surprise when she sees the bug you hold. Never had you spoken of it to her, probably not wishing to offend her somehow, but she’d always known of your aversion to such critters.

She reaches for it herself, smiling softly at the feeling of its tiny legs crawling over her wrist. Gasping, as if realizing what you’ve done for her, she sets the thing in one of the empty cages behind her and turns her full attention to you. “Thank you,” she says sincerely. “You did not have to.”

“You said it yourself, my Queen. You required more of them, did you not?”

Her cheeks flush at that, a rare sight. Gingerly, almost afraid that you’ll pull away in repulsion of her touch, she places a kiss onto your temple. An honor, you’ll realize later, knowing of her usual unwillingness when it comes to physical touch.

A tentative finger traces the lines of your palm. Her eyes are still fixed on you. “…I’ve never had someone care so much for what I desire,” She admits, “or mine own interests.”

Suddenly, she interlaces her fingers with yours. “Will you stay?”

HCs Alicent, Helaena, and Rhaenyra having a secret affair with their Gal Pals™ behind their oblivious husband's backs 😜

Alicent

At first she felt guilty about her affair. But soon realized that her husband was stupid and will never find out. It's not as if they loved each other anyway.

Is always sneaking off to her Lady's chambers, spending her nights with her and sharing her love.

It took a while for Alicent to allow herself to be pleasured by her lady. However when she finally gave herself up, she became addicted.

Clings to her beloved as they rub their cunts together, the wet selacious sound filling the quiet night. Alicent has never experienced this kind of pleasure, and never wants to know how someone else can make her feel. Her Lady is perfect.

Helaena

She knows her husband won't care, but others will. She likes to keep it secret, Gods forbid her lovely Lady be executed for defiling the princess.

Their favorite spot is in a corner of the gardens, her Lady lifts her skirts up and spends hours between her legs.

The way her beloved looks between her legs is absolutely beautiful. The sun shining in her hair and gorgeous eyes looking up at her.

Helaena is so in love, and she hates that she can't voice her love and has to hide her feelings behind closed doors.

Rhaenyra

Daemon thinks he's smart. He's not.

Nyra has been having an affair for years, her beautiful handmaiden has spent more time in her bed than her own husband.

Holding each other under the sheets, rubbing against one another and exploring every inch of skin.

They share soft kisses and sweet words in private. Her handmaid goes with her everywhere.

Rhaenyra has plans for when she's queen, and that includes marrying her beloved.