DADDY KINK/GENTLE DOM SENTENCE STARTERS
Send “...Can I?” for my muses reaction to yours asking to kiss them.
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♧: Your muse playing with their hair
“Have I ever told you how nice you smell? It’s really comforting if I’m honest.” He said as he ran her hair through his fingers, enjoying the sensation of it.
He found himself aching deeply, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her. The warmth from her body sent shivers down him, his body tingling.
“As m’lady commands.” He managed to get out before a moan left his mouth, almost involuntarily. His hands reached down her body, going down her back to her behind, grabbing it and pulling her closer to him.
Her dark eyes closed as she listened to his moans. Emileria felt his strong and calloused hands on her body. She grunted softly as she kissed his neck. He was bare under her. She could feel his hardness pressed against her body.
“Take me when you want, my love.”
Her voice was soft as her hips began to grind onto his.
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
“Have I ever told you how nice you smell? It’s really comforting if I’m honest.” He said as he ran her hair through his fingers, enjoying the sensation of it.
He found himself shivering in anticipation. She really does know how to tease. He pulled his hands back and leaned back on his bed, looking up at her, her hair falling and dangling just inches away from his face as she worked her hands.
Rodrik could feel his member pressing hard against his clothes, aching unlike anything he had felt in a long time. In truth it had been a while since the last time he had found relief. He lay back and tried his best to hold back his moans as she undid his trousers.
She looked down upon his form below her. She was quick to remove his pants and trousers. Emileria moved to be over him. She straddled him and her hair fell over their face. Her lips pressed to his hotly as she allowed her completely bare body to lay upon his.
“You can make sounds.”
"You've been crying haven't you?"
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Shireen silently nodded in response to his question, fearing that her voice would break if she tried to speak.
“Princess, what’s troubling you? Breathe, take your time.” He said in a voice that was not unkind, offering her a seat next to him on the bed.
Shireen sat down on the bed next to him and focused on her breathing until she could feel that she was starting to calm down again.
“I-I just heard that my Uncle has passed away.”
Rodrik needed a moment. While he hadn’t personally known her uncle, this news was grievous. Another king lost.
“Gods, that’s unbelievable... How did it happen?”
"I can't keep doing this. I need someone who isn't afraid to hold my hand in public."
“You have to understand, my parents are planning to marry me to another. Do you have any idea what they’d do to you if they found out?”
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
“Have I ever told you how nice you smell? It’s really comforting if I’m honest.” He said as he ran her hair through his fingers, enjoying the sensation of it.
“That’s a special kind of super power. Not that I’m complaining”
He felt the soft material fall from her shoulders down to her waist and shot her a smile. I’ve got to give it to her, she certainly delivers on all her promises. He ran his fingers slowly over her mound, with silent promises of more to come. His fingers slowly found their way inside of her, gently starting to pump in and out of her.
Despite all his carnal urges, he used his free hand to unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall away. Rodrik wasn’t a body builder of any sort, but years of exercise and training in sword fighting had left his body as something of desire. He could feel himself as hard as a rock underneath his clothes
“Stop.” Her voice was soft as she moved to stand before him. Her dark eyes ran over his broad and strong chest. She moved forward, wiggling the rest of her dress from her hips. She let it fall down her long legs and step out of it. She was bare before him.
“I want to undress you.”
She was gentle as she pushed him back. Her hand laid in the middle of his chest as she moved him to be laying back on the bed. They were lucky they were in her chambers when he was playing with her hair.
Her hands moved down his strong chest. She found him to be handsome with his scars and lean muscles. Her fingers moved to his pants quickly undoing them.
“I miss it dearly.” He said, his voice not much more than a whisper. “I would give half of Essos up just to get back there.”
“I suppose that’s something we have in common. We both just want to go home.”
“You are not bound to me. You can go home.” She told him, looking down at her hands. Selfishly not wanting him to leave.
He saw the hint of sadness in her face and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You are the one true queen of Westeros. I will not abandon you, especially not now. My family is not safe with those who sit on the Iron Throne now. I mean to change that.”
“That’s probably the first good idea we’ve had. Well, besides getting married… Just because it shouldn’t be now doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t ever.”
He took her hand as they walked through the night air, along the riverbank that ran outside of Ironrath.
“Perhaps tonight we could share a bedchamber? I’m sure our parents wouldn’t find out. I need to hold you in my arms tonight. To fall asleep next to you.”
“I would like that very much, Rodrik. These past few nights have been a bit difficult knowing how close you are & yet we cannot be together.”
Elaena’s heart seem close to bursting out from her chest with excitement & the overwhelming desire to be next to Rodrik for an entire night asleep in his arms.
“I have to admit, I have felt the same way. I’ve been getting so little sleep knowing that you’re in the next room. Oh, Elaena..”
Rodrik was becoming overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her, but he knew they couldn’t be seen as they approached the gates. Instead he quickened his pace towards the doors.
“Slow down, Rodrik, you’re going to start sprinting!”
Elaena jokes softly, though she is just as impatient as he is to be able to be together. Once they have closed the large doors of Ironrath, Elaena wraps her arms around Rodrik & gave him a gentle kiss.
“I love you, Rodrik.”
As soon as the doors closed and they were safely back in his bedchambers he embraced her, putting his arms around her and pulling her up against him and kissing her back.
“I love you too, Elaena. With all my heart”
Elaena almost can’t control herself, she’s hungry for his kisses & it seems each one isn’t enough to satisfy the ache inside from being so close & yet not touching.
“I will love you until the end of my days.”
He pressed his body up against hers, a hand cupping her cheek as he pulled her closer to him, his other hand running down her body and finding a place on her inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze.
“I want you. I don’t care what our parents say, I want you to stay here with me every night.”
Her breath catches a bit in the throat at his sudden touch. Elaena nods, she can’t think of anything better than spending every night with Rodrik.
“Someday, you will fall asleep holding me & wake up to my kisses every morning.”
She promises giving him another kiss.
Running his fingers along her skin he smiled, appreciating her promise. It made him more than happy to imagine that one day they would be together for the rest of their lives.
“There is nothing on this earth that would make me happier, my love.”
"I'll be dead before the day is done."
“What in Seven Hells did you do, Theon?”
“Some extra meat couldn’t hurt.”
Truth be told, it was already Autumn with Winter fast approaching, they would need to stock up on food.
“It wouldn’t exactly be lordly of me to send out a guest to hunt all by himself, would it?”
Theon hadn’t been sure if the lord would be feeling well enough for it, but if Rodrik felt up to it he wasn’t going to argue with him.
“We haven’t gone hunting together in years, Rodrik. I do hope you’ve improved somewhat.” He grinned.
“What you assume that just because I’ve lost an arm and a leg I won’t be able to hunt down a b o a r?”
He took a moment.
“You’re probably right.” He said, smiling.
“Well, maybe we’ll just stick with hunting rabbits until you’re feeling better, then.” Theon grinned. “I know it shouldn’t take too much longer for you to bounce back.”
“…You are feeling better, aren’t you?”
“Rabbit stew always was my favourite.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Define ‘feeling better’, maybe then I could give you an answer.” He said, feeling all the aches and groans in his body at once.
"Gimme"
Send “Gimme” and I’ll generate two numbers see what your muse receives from mine
6 (stab) & 8 (beneath the belt) [WOW THIS IS NOT OKAY POOR BABY RODRIK, WHY DO YOU DO THIS RANDOM.ORG]
“What on earth do you- Aargh!”
Rodrik let out a cry, stumbling briefly before falling to the ground.
Pain flowed through him, he felt his chest tightening and his body trying to cope with the sudden trauma. He only dare to look down for a second, but it was a horrible sight. From what he could feel the knife had only pierced one of the two things she had been aiming for.
His head was swirling and he had so many questions.
“W-Who’s he?!“ He managed to get out.
“My husband," Jeyne sobbed, almost blinded by her own tears, as she wrapped her arms around herself as if to keep from falling apart. ” Ramsay Bolton… he wants me to say that, that he wants a meek bannerman, one that obeys, and not one with ba-…“
She could not bring herself to say it, the words sticking in her throat, as she found herself shaking and sobbing violently.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
Why does that not surprise me? Ramsay-fucking-Bolton. The same man who had tortured his family, back when he was still a snow.
Despite all the moans and groans he was making, he half felt like saying it’s okay to the girl. She had been the one to do it, but who could blame her? They both knew that Ramsay would keep his promises on the flaying. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“I-I suppose I’m lucky you have such shitty aim...” He mustered out, not entirely sure whether he was joking or not.
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
“Have I ever told you how nice you smell? It’s really comforting if I’m honest.” He said as he ran her hair through his fingers, enjoying the sensation of it.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
He kissed her hard, letting his instincts take over. Almost subconsciously he moved his fingers to her center, rubbing her through her small clothes. With his free hand he started to help her out of her dress, keeping the kiss going all the while.
“ I think that’s my secret power. Being what you want.”
She whispered before feeling his lips on her own. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him so tight to her body. She let out a pleased sound at his fingers discovering her center. She was warm and becoming something so much more inviting. She felt his other hand taking away the material that covered her body. The royal blue dress was slowly falling down her form, leaving her bare.
Her tanned skin was revealed to him. Her breasts were plump and held high on her chest. Her waist was small and her hips were wide. A small mark was on her body. A birthmark that looked like a snake squirmed up from her lower back and up her spine.
“That’s a special kind of super power. Not that I’m complaining”
He felt the soft material fall from her shoulders down to her waist and shot her a smile. I’ve got to give it to her, she certainly delivers on all her promises. He ran his fingers slowly over her mound, with silent promises of more to come. His fingers slowly found their way inside of her, gently starting to pump in and out of her.
Despite all his carnal urges, he used his free hand to unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall away. Rodrik wasn’t a body builder of any sort, but years of exercise and training in sword fighting had left his body as something of desire. He could feel himself as hard as a rock underneath his clothes
“Trust me, if you grew up in the north where everyone has the same dull set of brown hair you’d feel the same way.”
When she turned her head their eyes met and he smiled at her. Her eyes were one of a kind.
When he mentioned where he grew up, she furrowed her brows. Turning around to face him, hands resting upon his knees. “You’ve come so far from your home. Do you not miss it? The forests, the rain..” She paused, and sighed.
“I miss it dearly.” He said, his voice not much more than a whisper. “I would give half of Essos up just to get back there.”
“I suppose that’s something we have in common. We both just want to go home.”
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